Here’s a warning before you get any further into this post. If you are my Uncle Terry or a man NOT married to me, or a wayward student who has randomly found me (please God not that), or someone who is skeeved out by talks of vaginas and periods and other gross things, don’t read…
completely irrational
That time I made an ass of myself in the fabric store
If you follow me on Twitter, you know my afternoon? Kind of blew. To say the least. Joshua and I got up and showered and dressed this morning and decided to go out. Somewhere. And I ended up at Moe’s. So we ate and had a great time and then it was time to go…
Isn’t it neurotic, don’t you think
I started my Lady Times on Sunday afternoon. On my own. For only the third time since 2008. I am super-mega pumped about this in a way that I have not been super-mega pumped to start a period since that one time when…well…since only one or two other times I can think of ever in…
I still weigh 197 pounds. But I’m okay with that right now.
I had a dressing room meltdown last week. My starfish Erin was there to witness it and Dan caught the aftermath that evening when I cried about how stressful the event had been. I’m in a wedding in May. The bridesmaids are young. Way younger than me. I’ve got nearly a decade on them. And…
I dreamed a dream
On occasion, weird things happen in my dreams. (Der. They are dreams, right?) The weirdest dreams of all happen when I dream I am back in high school. Like, I’m a student again, and I’m me, but not me. I’m a 29 year old version of me trapped in the body and social interactions of…