depression, memories, Uncategorized

The Day I Realized My Feelings Meant Nothing

I was reading one of those listicles that tell short stories/anecdotes that are all related somehow by the topic. You know the ones I mean - to be honest I read way too many through my Facebook feed.  Mostly just similar stories compiled from Reddit. (Unfortunately I searched in Google and couldn't find the exact… Continue reading The Day I Realized My Feelings Meant Nothing

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memories, support, Uncategorized

A Feminist When it Suited Her

I came across this image while scrolling on facebook, this international women's day, attached to a Swedish news article (aftonbladet.com - Vilhelm Stokstad) and at first I thought OMG I want that necklace. Because, hey, I'm a sucker for pretty, classic silver necklaces. But then I had a memory. A memory of obtaining a pin… Continue reading A Feminist When it Suited Her

David, Husband, relationships, Uncategorized, Wyatt

My Idiosyncrasies

Get ready for a ramble fest y'all. Last night hubs said something that made me think... I have been blaming Wyatt for instilling a lot of negative relationship behaviours in me... and to an extent I think that's still true, but perhaps I've been bred to be ... How did he put it? ... I… Continue reading My Idiosyncrasies

memories, nostalgia, Uncategorized

Where on Earth has all the time gone?

My Grandpa is not doing well, as Finding Reverie's post the other day indicated. My Grandma had an accident at the hospital today as well... And while she was cleared of any major injury (though she is apparently looking pretty beat up), all these events plus my having started to work with Geriatrics have started… Continue reading Where on Earth has all the time gone?

memoir, memories, nostalgia, teenage years, Uncategorized

I Never Even Saw it Coming

So many blog post ideas... so little motivation.... Hi, y'all. It's me... finally with my work training schedule slowing down... I have one more day this week to work before having a six day break before my rotating part time schedule starts. So I am hoping I can get myself on here more often and… Continue reading I Never Even Saw it Coming

Best Friends, Best of, Maja, memories, nostalgia, Uncategorized

Reblogging Emma: Maja Memory #1

Post # 8 from my recycled series - This one is from May 2015, new pictures added 🙂 Booop Booop Booop – that’s my poor rendition of the skype ring tone – …Booop. Oh My God, Maja’s calling! “Hush up!” I say to the kids. Maja and I had been playing Skype tag for almost… Continue reading Reblogging Emma: Maja Memory #1

Best Friends, Best of, svea, teenage years, Uncategorized

Reblogging Emma: Svea’s Summer House in Sandhamn

Post #7 for my recycled posts series - this one is from March 2015. All new pictures added 🙂 Summertime in Sweden meant that the sun wouldn’t set, the weather would warm just enough to warrant swimming and apparel of tube tops and shorts… but rarely did it get too hot. Summertime also meant that… Continue reading Reblogging Emma: Svea’s Summer House in Sandhamn

Adventures in Dating, Best of, memoir, memories, nostalgia, relationships, teenage years, Uncategorized, Wyatt, youth

There Are Worse Things I Could Do

In the car today, I introduced my children to some of my fave Broadway songs - which included a handful from both Grease and Grease 2. I told my 5 year old son that Grease Lightning is about a car, which peaked his interest naturally... and when they sang "The chicks'll cream for Grease Lightning,"… Continue reading There Are Worse Things I Could Do

Best Friends, memories, nostalgia, relationships, Uncategorized

Cycle of abuse and Maraschino Cherries

In keeping with the themes this week, I told a friend that I planned to write about another friend I lost touch with and hoped one day to find again just like Vlad. This girl; however, was much closer to me - a Best Friend. Before I sat to write this, I decided to do… Continue reading Cycle of abuse and Maraschino Cherries

memories, nostalgia, Uncategorized

Othello has an Iron Jaw; or I kicked him in his Face

As I said: Vladimir was Iago, and John was Othello. I was so irritated with John because he had only shown up for one rehearsal. I was dreading the show because I was so sure he’d end up fucking it up because I thought he didn’t care. At the last dress rehearsal he was not… Continue reading Othello has an Iron Jaw; or I kicked him in his Face

Justin, memories, nostalgia, relationships, Uncategorized, Wyatt, youth

Scary eyes

Now - back to some more regular programming. LOL as in - not just a whole bunch of pictures. Back to old themes and old memories - or in this case memories forgotten. In my first Treasures post, I mentioned a journal entry in one of the journals I shared with Anneke. It was a… Continue reading Scary eyes

memories, nostalgia, Uncategorized

Treasures #2 – Family etc

Like Mother like Daughter... Let's start this trip down memory lane with pictures of how dang CA-UTE I was as a small child... Haha! In Paris...'85ish I think? I just love how I'm holding my own leash like... I'll take my own damn self for a walk HAHA I don't think I've ever not had… Continue reading Treasures #2 – Family etc

Best Friends, memories, nostalgia, relationships, teenage years, Uncategorized, youth

Treasures; or a second Christmas

I received my storage delivery yesterday as you will have noticed from my gleeful outburst last night. I have taken mondo amounts of pictures to share with you all so I think I'm going to have to break it into at least two posts. Today I will start with stuff to do with friends/me as… Continue reading Treasures; or a second Christmas

Maja, memories, nostalgia, Uncategorized, youth

Drunk at the Embassy

I had a particular topic on mind that I wanted to discuss with you, but I realized I already laid my feelings out bare about it back in August so I thought perhaps I best write something else today so I don't tend to sound like a broken record. I do just want to say… Continue reading Drunk at the Embassy

memories, nostalgia, svea, teenage years, Uncategorized

How Drunk ARE You?

I swayed slightly as I stood up from the kitchen table. I was finished tormenting Felix in his inebriated state and felt it time to move on to another party activity. We had been grouped mostly in the kitchen mixing drinks and retching over the taste of the Punsch I had gotten from my father… Continue reading How Drunk ARE You?

memories, nostalgia, teenage years, Uncategorized

In Technicolor: “A McDonalds, Y’all!”

As a follow up to yesterday's post - I stopped by the Hungry Jacks for coffee this AM and suddenly decided to take some pictures to illustrate my town for you all... keep in mind that today is unusually cloudy and cold for our desert town... 90% of the year it is very sunny out.… Continue reading In Technicolor: “A McDonalds, Y’all!”

memoir, memories, nostalgia, teenage years, Uncategorized, youth

A McDonalds, y’all!

You'd think when I moved here to Alice Springs 3 1/2 years ago a lot would have changed in the previous 20ish years, but when I came back it was virtually the same... A lot of the noticeable changes for me have happened since being back. Now, as I have one foot out of town,… Continue reading A McDonalds, y’all!

Adventures in Dating, memories, relationships, Uncategorized, Wyatt

Not Ever Going To Leave

I've mentioned before that I have a keepsake from Wyatt that I have never been able to let go of, even in about 20 years. It is a small glass jug filled with purple glitter from the ren faire.... I never have mentioned, though, that the jug is not the only thing I still have.… Continue reading Not Ever Going To Leave

Adventures in Dating, memories, nostalgia, relationships, Uncategorized

A Thousand Times More Disturbing

"That's awful," people often say to me. I tend to shrug my shoulders. I hadn't been looking for sympathy or anything by telling them one of my stories... or posting it online so that they comment digitally on the distressing aspects of a story. I don't tell these stories for sympathy. I've moved past a… Continue reading A Thousand Times More Disturbing

memoir, memories, nostalgia, relationships, Uncategorized

That boy in 7th grade

I was thinking about further events to write about as I mentioned in the post I wrote for Carla Louise - this post is about some events in 6th/7th grade when I lived in Alice Springs, Australia. It has some relation to Carla's series on rape culture, yet is also a little more thematically different so I… Continue reading That boy in 7th grade