A blog full of memories
Hi there readers! I haven’t been blogging very much. I guess I have just been busy. Busy with the J-man. Busy with being pregnant…well, that seems like a lame excuse—doesn’t it? However, if I weren’t pregnant, I wouldn’t be tired. If I weren’t tired, I would have all kinds of energy and I wouldn’t have …
After many conversations and shared moments, and a few evenings of phone calls where I have tried to gather up courage to ask, I finally just say: “Hey. I have a question.” My heart rate sky rockets, but I try to be casual. And I ask: “Umm…., well, what do you want?” And in a …
As many of you know, this cartoon connotes EXACTLY what life is like today–virtually, physically. It’s pretty funny. Last week, my cousin NIK got engaged…and I saw her Facebook status update AND I immediately wrote to congratulate her. Talk about instant gratification. One day, I was talking to a friend about the lack of available, …
A few nights ago, I went out for After Hours at the Ravenous Restaurant here in Healdsburg. That is, I went just to hang out and get a bit of conversation and meet some interesting people before I turned in myself. Ravenous is a local restaurant in an old house on Center Street. The entire …
I’ve been talking to my friend in Yellowknife. In fact, I’m going to call her now. Except, I have to write a blog entry before I can. It’s been too long since I made my last one–and I’m due. We had a great chat the last time we talked. I think we talked for three …
I’m having a conversation with my girlfriend in Yellowknife. I call her most Sundays so we can catch up and chat. We are just like we were in high school. We talk about our lives and what we’re doing and we talk about boys. Except, we’re a little older now. A little more experienced. We’ve …
She was out in the bush for two weeks. I’d called last Sunday and we just chatted about how to feel feminine if you are out in the bush with a group of guys. She just said: “I don’t.” Then she also clarified: “I don’t think I’d want to be a girl out here. Where …
My friend sent me her list (which is more of a personal essay), but it is still her list of qualities she’s thinking about. Beware..Friend..You’re now out there on the internet. It’s not so bad–once you get used to it, but some people know you and some people don’t. The people who know you will …
When my marriage fell apart a few years ago and I was in counseling (all kinds of counseling — professional, with friends and family, the self-help section of book stores, the self-help section of the internet…), I decided it would be good for me to create a list–A list of things I thought were important …
From my girlfriend in Yellowknife: Hey there, I won’t be home until late Sunday afternoon for our chat. I have been invited to go duck hunting in one of the “local” communities. (350km away) I have been told to bring a blanket, pillow and a 24 case of beer (the cost of an expedition in …
I called my good friend from–well–forever on Sunday. Deborah now lives in Yellowknife, North West Territories, Canada. I hadn’t talked to her in years. Too long. Far too long. But we started talking and talking and talking…like we’d never been out of touch. It feels good to have a friend like that…someone who knows you …
Don’t call me. He says. I’ll call you. Thump! You can actually hear the sound of my heart landing on the floor. He fixes it by saying: I mean–I will call you. I want to. He calls up on Sunday: Want to go for a walk? I’m annoyed that we didn’t go out on Saturday …
You are going away for two weeks at Christmas. You ask if he wants your parent’s number, in case he might want to call. He says it’s only two weeks. He doesn’t have your number, so he doesn’t call you on Christmas Day to wish you Happy Christmas. He takes you out to San Francisco …
He might like you. You might like him. He might like to kiss you. You might like to kiss him. He might ask you to be his girlfriend. After some reflective thought and careful consideration, you might say you would be his girlfriend. You might like that he asked you to be his girlfriend and …
He IMs me at 4h30 pm: How’s your day going? Ok. Better now 🙂 Can you hang out tonight? um sure.. What were you thinking? Maybe I can get my friend Dave to cook. Really? How do you do that? Special talent #143. Just a sec. I work in another window finishing up my work …
Start reading this story here. I finish my work (and what I don’t finish, I’ll finish from home on Sunday). I run out to the parking lot. I approach my Honda but it doesn’t respond to my remote. What’s wrong? I get to the car and have to open the door with the key. UGH. …
Start reading this story here. I comb the racks and find a cute patterned dress. Great. Have to find the accessories now. Shoes. Check. Sweater. Check. Tights. Check. Good job I know my way around that store. I hurry to an available cashier. He takes his time at the checkout. Do you know if you …
Start reading this story here. Open the driver’s door. Get in. Check the watch. It’s 7h05. Great. 15 minutes to get somewhere 20 minutes away. I can’t help but think that if I hadn’t left my lights on all day, I would have actually been on time. Get out of the parking lot. I’ll get …
Start reading this story here. The movie ends. We all laugh at the intensity. He makes formal introductions. I nod and smile—because I can’t think of anything intelligent to say. We make our way out to the lobby. I am in agony. COMPLETELY EXPOSED. COMPLETE AGONY. His friends are standing around talking and I’m feeling …
You might know that you like a boy because he comes to pick you up for your first real date in a 1980 blue Mercedes (powered by diesel). And he opens the door for you to get in. And that stupid little gesture makes you feel pretty special–because you already know you like him. And …
You might know you like a boy when you’re both just walking along and talking and you find out what he does and where he works and you just say it right out loud, right up front: I don’t like your wines. And he’s sort of quiet for a moment then he looks at you …
I wasn’t going to go out on Halloween. I don’t really know anybody. I usually keep to myself. Except, how am I supposed to become part of the community if I don’t get out and meet people? I called my friend KatieBird and left a message. I figured if anybody was going to go out …
I have had some turmoil in my life over the last few years. I have been between jobs, between contracts, between cities, between countries, between houses, between relationships—well, I’ve just been between. When I moved into my current house, I put off unpacking all the boxes and cartons. I didn’t want to unpack and have …
