Too Many Books

1. He's super tall. like a tree trunk of a man, in the very best way. 2. He said it should be on everyone's bucket list to see me at an Indiana game. 3. When we'd been talking for like two weeks, he further stated, "not to get embarrassingly ahead of myself, but I noticed that IU is playing UConn in NYC in December. We should go."    3a. He was not embarrassingly ahead of himself or, ahead of himself in any way at all. 4. He once got in trouble, kinda, for singing Easy Like Sunday Morning to a crowded lobby at a Red Lobster in Mobile, Alabama, and there is really not a better story to be told by anyone, ever. 5. He's going to give me a golfing lesson and says we'll have a hands on approach. Wink. (He didn't say "wink" though. That was all me.) 6. Regarding us both being 35+ and still/ currently single he said, and I quote, "in my limited knowledge of country music, god bless the broken road."    6a. i mean i was basicall...

Sadly, dinner with 2002 College Prof Extraordinaire became the dinner that wasn't when her otherwise lovely (I'm assuming) husband put a wrench in our plans by getting stones in his kidneys. And needing surgery and a wife to be there for it. In the words of Stephanie Tanner, how rude! Not to worry, Internet. We've rescheduled and are on for our first available (kid free for me) joint date to take place on Monday, September 9th. Last time we said wild horses couldn't keep us away, but apparently kidney stones > wild horses. Incidentally, there was a date that didn't work for either of us because we both have haircuts scheduled. I mean, if she isn't my girl soulmate I don't know who is. (I use the qualifier because I just found my Boy Soulmate and I wouldn't want him to be offended. He wouldn't be offended, because of the whole soulmate thing, but you know , I'm just being thoughtful. Or, you might not know. Do you have soulmates? This is...

Lunch Hour Thoughts I have essentially stopped taking a lunch hour. Having the autonomy in my job to be able to make this choice and a) come in later b) work through lunch and c) still have a couple of moments where I smoke cigarette s decompress for ten minutes is amazing. Plus, I've been intermittently fasting (it's all the rage) since apparently the way I operate is as follows: if I'm forced to make a lunch choice, I'm better at choosing to forego lunch than I am opting for the healthy nutrition. I eat plenty at dinner, so don't worry, kthanx. Requests I understand that I have a readership of like zero because of that one time I went on blogging hiatus for a decade, which happened about a decade ago, but just thought I'd ask: Anyone have good sleep deprivation stories? I'm doing research on the mental, emotional and physical reactions that occur in ones mind and body when a human being hasn't slept (much or at all) for numerous, consecutive ...

So, guys - I'm back. Like, with a capital B. Back. And I'm writing again. I started reading my own blog again like I constantly do  occasionally do from time to time. I was relaxing by a Florida pool last month and I just started looking back at some writing posts and GUESS what, y'all?! I always struggled with how to put my book together and I totally figured it out in a blog post like 7 years ago. The thing was, I just wasn't ready to write it back then. I'm ready now. Because, as I told Stella when she was still the size of a split pea, One day mommy's going to write a book and it's going to put you through college.  One day has arrived. I've gone so far as to engage my creative writing professor from 2002... 2000 fucking TWO. She remembered me guys! *pats self on back* And she's read my prologue! And she adored it and said, loose quote, "I've read some over hyped thrillers lately and this gripped me more than those." And she...

*written awhile ago... didn't finish the story and it's more sequel/ book 2 material anyway He bought tickets for an Indiana basketball game to celebrate my early March birthday - anyone who knows me knows that taking me to an IU game is pretty much locking it down. The game was the perfect scenario - a home game in Bloomington, against Ohio State, and ON my actual birthday. I worked out child care for Stella. My parents were heading to Btown on Saturday the 1st to visit my grandma. Mr. Wonderful could drive us up there Saturday, too. We'd visit with the family and then mom and dad would drive Stella back to Louisville with them. Mr. W and I could get a hotel, and spend the night in Btown. I'd wake up to him on my birthday, and then we'd hit the game that afternoon. The night before, he was out for karaoke with his roommate, and seemed to have had more drinks than usual based on the random photos and facebook messages they kept sending. This fun turned into a ...