Sunday, January 8, 2012



The above picture has nothing to do with nothing. Except to say that our little town has the potential to be really quite quaint underneath the teen moms in booty shorts and half-way house residents.

We went up north to New Hampshire and Maine January 2 and despite our best efforts, we managed to have a really awesome time. Not once did we argue or threaten to hurt one another. We were sweet and funny and patient. It was like we'd been going to couple's therapy and were really taking all that espousing to heart. Which we haven't by the way. I think we're both just really sad and we're learning that the only other person on earth who hurts in the same way is sitting a foot away.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

The New Year

Again, I thought for a minute about starting a new blog. But I'm not creative enough to come up with another name. So I'm sticking with this one.

What can I say really? This year? Well, this hasn't been the finest now has it? Not if you're me. Or John. Or a member of my immediate family. Or someone I text or whine to on a semi-regular basis. I spent a year doing heavy grieving over the loss of my Daddy. I spent six months hand-feeding and worrying myself into exhaustion over Bea. My Mama didn't do so well for a while. John started treatment. I had surgery. We buried Bea and my Daddy. We didn't move. I plowed through all of it. I didn't give up the ghost or lose my religion or flip the fuck out. Not really, I didn't.

Cause it's gonna be alright.