That entire evening is a blur to me. My last detailed memory was us sitting in the waiting room. We were listening to the girl behind us dry heave into the barf bag they graciously provided her. Some children on the other side of the room arguing over a toy fire truck. A man came … Continue reading So, we will just roll on with this too. Like we do.
Let's just say that last week I lucked into some tickets and VIP passes to see The Avett Brothers at the Word of South festival here in Tallahassee. To say I was excited would be the understatement of the century. I adore them. And I freely admit that it is only due to a CMT … Continue reading Lost Wallets, Cheese Fries, Banjos, and Sobriety: My Evening out with The Avett Brothers
Haha. This one is from a "training" I attended at my former job. I worked with the State Child Support Agency for twelve years. We got a new system and let's just say, things were slow going....not sure if it's all better now, but I clearly was NOT impressed with my "training". … Continue reading Journal Entry from December 2011: Training Day
Oh, the holidays. The damned holidays. They come around each year. And each year I worry about what the hell may happen. It's always like a stick of dynamite sitting, just waiting to be lit. This year had the potential to be the biggest explosion of all. This year we had my know it all, … Continue reading Bigfoot, Ghosts,and Alien (DNA), OH MY! Christmas with my family, and a few others that endured it with us.
A few weeks ago, I was engaged in a Facebook conversation about Ambien. Specifically, sharing Ambien stories. I have a habit of being brutally honest on occasion, allegedly, from what I’m told. My Ambien stories were only outdone by my lack of finances. My friend, “Brain”, bought a fucking jeep off EBay. I can’t even … Continue reading WHO PUT COCAINE IN MY BEER!?
“Have you lost your damned mind Martha Jane?!” These words rang from many mouths in April of 1990 when word spread throughout the family that my mom had decided to allow me to travel to Panama City Beach with two older softball teammates. For the sake of anonymity and to protect the identity of the … Continue reading The High Life: My First Spring Break Journey to Panama City