I like to write, and I never get to. It's soul-stifling, not being able to write. Now, it's a Saturday, and my 4-year-old is asleep, and my husband is fast asleep after a hearty helping of wedding libations, and I'm completely alone with energy to spare, at last. Normally at the end of the day, I've enough life-force left for only a show, if that ( Read more... )

I miss writing. I miss writing here and having people read it and care about it and interact with it. That experience made me feel like writing more. I still have thoughts I'd like to write about, but now I have no time for writing, and no motivation to go back to writing for no audience.

Except for this, of course.

The other morning, when I was running, I saw a shooting star. I wished for happiness. Is that too vague? I've been feeling pretty good lately, so I'm going to call it a wish come true, until it runs out.

WHY did I waste so much of my life being miserable in that wretched apartment? It was a hellish cave of despair; a long, thin, windowless corridor of torment, where there was no place to put fucking anything, and I was simply too tired and devoid of belief that we could afford better to do anything about it. But now I am relaxing on my patio, by ( Read more... )

So, I'm working a lot more now. The lady that did the billing/accounts receivable/contract set-up at my job left, and I am taking her place. Of course, she's been gone for a week, and we aren't getting a new A/P person until Monday, so that means I've been trying to learn and do a new job while simultaneously performing all of my pre-existing job ( Read more... )

I started writing the below I don't even know how long ago... well over a month, maybe two ( Read more... )

Well, it pretty much doesn't get any better than Francisco. His intelligence is becoming so apparent, and his antics are becoming so deliberately entertaining, that I look forward every day to what awesome thing he's going to do next. Of course, caring for a toddler is not easy by any stretch of any sick and twisted imagination, and there are ( Read more... )

Christmas has come and gone this year, and now 2012 approacheth. I'm gonna have to put this Christmas on record as one of the worst to date. It had its high points, and it was fun watching Francisco finally figure out the concept of "opening a gift" (he engaged in this work with earnest concentration), but with less money to spend than we've had ( Read more... )

I've been spending a lot of time lately thinking about the degree to which my life exemplifies the phrase "unrealized potential." It just seems like things would be a lot different if I had only... done things differently.

Too late now. I'm just too old and used up to do anything meaningful with the time I've been given.

We celebrated Francisco's first birthday last week. The big numero uno. We had a little party at Ballard Park, and with the breeze, the weather was just about perfect. It was bright and beautiful, and I barely sweat at all. I ended up going with a "monster" theme, sort of, so his cake was a big, blue monster face, and we did little monster ( Read more... )