I let a friendship go today. Not just any friendship, a best-friendship. Something I've been mulling over for a while now, and while I was sitting in church this morning; likely listening to a very similar sermon to what he'd be listening to, I knew I just needed to rip the bandage off and get… Continue reading Until then… Bye Dane.
Ugh, I feel like an ass. I've railed before against using common platitudes with people who are struggling - with depression or other personal problems. Yet, today... Faced with a friend who was struggling and crying... I didn't know what else to say, so I said "I'll be praying for you." I became the very person… Continue reading I’ll be praying for you
I summarized my dealings with David in one main sentence "A Full force whirlwind of terrifying clusterfuck," in my last post. Though I've written parts of the story here and there on the blog and my older readers pretty much know the details, I figured I would rehash the story a little in these last… Continue reading The Story of: A Full Force Whirlwind of Terrifying ClusterF**K
Is there anything new to say? No, I don't really think so. The stories are all in the past; they aren't currently happening. No fresh material to be had. I can't say I'm sorry about that. There's a sense of relief, actually, when I think about that. Though it's all in the past, it is… Continue reading A Full Force Whirlwind of Terrifying Clusterf**k
Where to start? I feel busy AF right now... I suppose if you consider the laying around in my recliner and sleeping in I've done the past few days I technically can't say I ACTUALLY AM busy... but ya know... Whatevs. Regardless, a fair bit has been going on - leading again to my inconsistent… Continue reading Things to do besides sleep and veg
I've been sitting here for an hour, one sentence written - since deleted. I've had this vague sense of what I would write about, but it's hard to express the swirling thoughts about it in my head. I've had the passing thought about the topic for a few days, and then today I stumbled upon… Continue reading God, just move on already, Emma!
My grandpa died this past week. Yup, that's what's up with me. He passed in the early hours on Tuesday, Oct 5th. I was notified the evening before that the hospice personnel was of the opinion that he was actively dying, so it wasn't a shock when my mum called me at 2 or so… Continue reading Vila i Frid, Grandpa
Today, in honor of Domestic Violence Awareness Month, I am sharing an old friend's abuse story, these are her words as she shared them with me. Her identity is purposely withheld. People seem to think if someone abuses you then that must have been that way your whole relationship, when usually that’s not the case.… Continue reading He Out Weighed Me by at Least 100 Lbs
In honor of Domestic Violence Awareness Month, which starts this weekend, I did a poll on my facebook to gauge how many of my facebook friends had been assaulted or experienced domestic violence/abuse. The majority that answered were not cases I already knew about, so you'd think that would be surprising. Perhaps I have become… Continue reading It Ceases To Surprise Me
Two days until October, and you know what that means! No, no... well... yes, Halloween; but that's not what I'm here to talk about this evening. It was brought to my attention today that here in America, October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. One of the other blogs I follow (When I Thought I was… Continue reading Domestic Violence Awareness Month
I'm supposed to be doing homework, and housework, and hey - writing! But instead I am sitting watching too many episodes of That 70s Show on Netflix. I've had this blog post open to edit for a couple of hours, but only just started... Geez I'm lazy today. I'll blame it on the heat, as… Continue reading That Got The Writer In Me Thinking
Karl Olov Englund was a large man with a full beard who worked in an iron factory during the week and was a Lutheran priest on the weekend. Olov was married to a lady named Emma Augusta and they had ten children, five of these children emigrated to the USA - one of which, Helga,… Continue reading From our ancestors come our names…
It’s become popular in the English-speaking world to reference the Danish word “Hygge,” a somewhat untranslatable word as far as we English speakers go – a word that does not have a direct single word translation in our language. A mystery, perhaps, why we never thought to have our own word for such an activity,… Continue reading Danish Hygge Vs Swedish Mysa
I feel like a whiner. I don't like being sick, I don't like feeling like I shouldn't feel as bad as I do... But I do. I think I told you all about my kidney stone, right? Almost three weeks ago now I was in the emergency room getting diagnosed for the first time with… Continue reading This Too Shall Pass – Like a Kidney Stone
The thing is, for many years, I built up my walls and buried emotions deep down... I'd remain calm and like a duck out of water, I'd let a whole lot of stuff roll off my back. Eventually my suppressed emotions would bubble over until I breathed fire if and when certain people stepped over… Continue reading I’ve Caught The Feels
Finally, FINALLY! I got to go back to a Ren Faire! As I mentioned yesterday, my husband and I made last minute plans to travel to a Renaissance Faire in Kenosha, WI this weekend after my weekend suddenly cleared up. We went to the Bristol Renaissance Faire first thing today after traveling down yesterday and… Continue reading Ren Faire – 20 years later!
I took my own advice yesterday and marched into my boss' office after my shift and informed her I would not be returning this morning. I had originally gave her a month's notice which would have had my last shift be this coming Monday... but I was convinced to stay on as casual after that… Continue reading Sunday Night Blues; the second edition
I read some advice recently; somewhere in the vast expanse of the web, that said something to the effect of "Don't settle for a job that gives you the Sunday night blues." Those of you that may work seven days a week and think to yourself "What does Sunday night have to do with anything?"… Continue reading Sunday Night Blues
I posted my last post 15 days ago, so wordpress tells me. I feel like such a bum. My desire to write and keep up with my blog has been thwarted by schedule and obligation. I have nothing better to describe to you today than what the heck has been going on to keep me… Continue reading 15 days
So I came across this post by The Emma Edit today... and I thought "Hey, it's a Thursday... and, MAN, do I love the '90s..." SO, here I am to answer the same questions from her part one and two on this topic. I know you're excited. You're hiding it well... but I can tell.… Continue reading Throwback Thursday: Remembering the ’90s