A story in which I am the worst girlfriend ever.

I spend a while going over every little piece of the mantle — as you can probably tell — when I turn to him and mumble “I don’t like your mantle”. He asks why and in a semi more coherent (as in I can’t repeat the real mumblings of my brain because I don’t even think a seasoned psychiatrist could wade through those waters) I explain to him the above flaws with having that mantle in this condo. I dig myself a nice little hole, and he keeps asking me about certain aspects – what I would different… and the hole deepens. I’m now neck deep in this little hole I dug myself. I bet you can guess where this is going.

A here I go a traveling…

And then I went a traveling. I flew to Philadelphia on Friday… from Denver. Well, it wasn’t direct, since I spent all of two hours in DC before boarding what can only be described as a toy plane to Philly. But let’s start at the beginning. I printed out my ticket for the trip. MyContinue reading “A here I go a traveling…”

Pulling The Wool Over Our Eyes.

*Warning, this post contains some thoughts on birth that may be hard to swallow. Read at your own risk. You know the mark of a good friend? A truly good friend? A friend you can tell anything to and have them understand, empathize and commiserate with your life issues? The ability to talk about episiotomiesContinue reading “Pulling The Wool Over Our Eyes.”

You want some advice?

My friend told me I should blog about relationship advice. And I thought to myself, “What a great idea. I’m brilliant. And I have one of the most perfect relationships… [cough] with myself. Who wouldn’t want my advice?” You know who wouldn’t? You. So here is my first, and last relationship column. Some general rulesContinue reading “You want some advice?”