I was literally shaking as I waited to enter the courtroom the other day. When I woke up that morning and realized this day had finally arrived, I felt the usual goosebumps on the back of my leg. One of my friends teased me, but it’s honestly the very real sign of nervousness for me. It’s when I know that I’m not just anxious for the heck of it. I’m downright freaking out. It always happened on test days and when I realized I was going into labor. Kidding. Kind of. Continue reading
Category Archives: believing in what i can’t see
reminders
There are certain people that touch your life in such a way that you can’t help but continually think of them long after they’re gone. My grandpa was one of those people.
When he opted out of this world six years ago, it was one of the most difficult losses I’d experienced. And I’d experienced several prior. But he was just … special. I’ve posted about him almost every year as this day doesn’t go by (nor many others) without him heavily on my mind. So gruff. Yet so … amazing. Continue reading
it’s still broken
That’s what the on-call orthopedic PA said after she’d spent a good 45 minutes or so yanking and twisting my wrist back into place. I only know those were the activities because I woke once out of sedation. Can I get an ‘ouch, please stop that?!’ Continue reading
wordless wednesday
guatemala: saying goodbye (a photo retrospective)
Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on who you talk to, it gets to about three o’clock everyday and my hand just aches from trying to keep up with what I feel should be a doable pace right now. Apparently, even that is a stretch. But, this is temporary and I have to keep reminding myself of that. Sorry. I’m whining. But anyway, this post has taken about 20 days to complete. I almost forgot what I was talking about. #stillwhining Continue reading
the one about wearing clean underwear
I just typed underwear. Oops, there I did it again. Sorry about all of it. But, it’s been on my mind.
Well, not underwear specifically, but the concept of wearing clean ones.
Not that either. Ugh, my words never come out quite right. Continue reading
the moment of impact
You’re all also fans of Nicholas Sparks, right? The very first book I cried sobbed like a baby as I finished was “Message in a Bottle.” They knew I was so touched they made it into a film. I didn’t love that one so much (don’t do it, Kevin Costner!) but as his books became more popular, more movies followed and of the many that require a tissue or two was The Vow. Oh, The Vow. Continue reading
guatemala: a required photo retrospective
Is Monday over yet? Or wait, does it just feel like a Monday? Yep, it does. And to that person that decided it made sense to back into my car without so much as a note of, “oops, sorry about that.” … well, you’re just lucky I have a sweet little boy to hug and photos of Guatemala to fill my mind with wonderful thoughts. Moving on … Continue reading
guatemala: a photo retrospective (continued)
So … guess what? I have, like, eleventy billion more photos to share and I just promised my niece I was going to bed because I feel tired (I think they used to call it weary but that seems like something an old lady would say and I’m definitely not about to throw myself into <em>that</em> category). But, looking at my Guatemala photos makes me happy and I’d rather be happy than sleeping. Never mind. That doesn’t even make sense. So, I will leave you with more photos and then I’ll get my weary self to bed so I can make no sense another time. Continue reading
guatemala: a photo retrospective
It’s still hard to put into writing what took place in Guatemala. I’ll just stop teasing and announce right here and now that I probably never will (at least not all of it). #sorrynotsorry
