by webdev | Jan 13, 2011 | Current (crazy) events, I heart symbols, My (forced) reinvention, My bat-shit crazy divorce
It has been a remarkable few weeks for this blog … and similarly, for me, this adorable little bouncing blog’s proud mommy. (Watch out: It drools. See above.) And while the beginning of the year saw me storing the tree, packing away the lights and stashing the New...
by webdev | Jan 4, 2011 | Current (crazy) events, I heart symbols, My (forced) reinvention, My bat-shit crazy divorce
I spent much of my New Year’s Eve fixing broken penises. By hand. With Super Glue. I shit you not… Of course, there’s a story behind this story — would you expect anything less from me, the girl whose marriage ended with the brick? The girl with the...
by webdev | Dec 29, 2010 | Current (crazy) events, I heart symbols, My (forced) reinvention, My bat-shit crazy divorce, My custodial nightmare
You’ve all heard of a “Dear John” letter, right? Well, while doing research for this blog post, I was fascinated alarmed intrigued disgusted to discover that the iconic letter in which a woman unceremoniously dumps a man probably originated in World War II. I can only...
by webdev | Dec 3, 2010 | I heart symbols, My (forced) reinvention, My bat-shit crazy divorce, My custodial nightmare
You know, it occurs to me at this pivotal juncture of my life that the past few years have taught me a valuable lesson: Namely, there is a wrong way — and typically anywhere from one to a shitload of right ways — to approach many of life’s pesky little...
by webdev | Nov 18, 2010 | My (forced) reinvention, My bat-shit crazy divorce
You know, it occurs to me that I’ve never been accused of being too loud. Too tall, routinely. Too sarcastic, perhaps (said with an indignant eye roll). Too addicted to Diet Coke, yip that’s me. Too sexy…well, if Right Said Fred was, then I can be, too. But too loud?...
by webdev | Nov 1, 2010 | I heart symbols, My (forced) reinvention, My bat-shit crazy divorce
It was a throwaway line, one that he issued in a fit of rage. But it stung nevertheless. “Didn’t you see the signs?” my future ex asked as I confronted him about the other woman, the brick, the connections between him and Marilyn at my children’s...