The sun was shining, but the wind was chilly. I went to the gym and used heavy weights that I knew would leave me sore the next day. I picked up my completed tax returns (married, filed separately) and discovered I might be able do some home projects. I realized that just like the wedding … Continue reading The day I got divorced
Category: musings
Secret-sharer
image from: msluffa.files.wordpress.comYou know how I put most everything out there, right? I was thinking about that personality trait of mine during a recent "get back into it, dammit" (after a 4 day stomach bug hiatus), run, and realized that I think I spill so much because I believe secrets have far more power to … Continue reading Secret-sharer
Mayor of Simpleton
image from: http://web.me.comSometimes I'm convinced that I'm a complete simpleton. I hear people talking about deep thoughts and intellectual pursuits and my eyes have a tendency to glaze over a bit. I'm not shallow or vapid, I just am more inclined to exercise my body these days than I am to stretch my brain. I'm … Continue reading Mayor of Simpleton
The luck of the Irish
What a day I had on St. Patrick's Day! I mean how can a colleen complain about a day that included a flat 4 mile run, a creamy pint of Guinness and a vivid voice from the past reminding me who I am? My day started with The Running of the Green (Island). I remember … Continue reading The luck of the Irish
Can’t get no satisfaction
If only everything was as good as Yono's pork bellyMaybe this is the payback for eating a mess of pork belly and bakmi last night? Despite the brilliant warm sunshine today, I seem to be having the most frustrating day I can remember. Here's how it has gone down, dare I say, so far...Woke up … Continue reading Can’t get no satisfaction
Domestic violence or how I got a black eye from cleaning the bathtub
After my recent week away, I felt compelled to accomplish some household chores over the weekend. Now, you know I believe that nothing says welcome home like clean sheets, but you may not know that I have a fondness for taking baths. In a clean bathtub, naturally. Seeing as how I'm the only person who has … Continue reading Domestic violence or how I got a black eye from cleaning the bathtub
15 years of parenthood
Fifteen years ago today, on the warmest February 27th on record in Albany, I became a parent. While I've spent the last decade and a half teaching my son about life, the world and his family, I would be remiss in not acknowledging all the things he has taught me. 1. His birth, from the … Continue reading 15 years of parenthood
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