We’ve got five years, stuck on my eyes We’ve got five years, what a surprise We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lot We’ve got five years, that’s all we’ve got – “Five Years” by David Bowie Tomorrow is the five year anniversary of the best day. My only regret is that there doesn’t seem to be a picture of Tim’s groom cake, a vegan blue Doctor Who Tardis. As for the marriage and wedding stuff? I’d do that…
As I’m sure you can imagine, I talk about horses a lot. My late husband, like most horse husbands, was subjected to his fair share of pony talk. Sometimes when I would start to rattle off about a lesson or horse show coming up, he would interrupt me with a straight face. “Wait a second – do you like ponies or hate ponies? I can never keep it straight.” Even though he did this often, it always made me smile….
The two questions I heard the most after Tim died were “How are you doing?” and “Are you moving back to North Carolina?” I guess I shouldn’t have gotten annoyed at that second question, but it always rubbed me the wrong way slightly. “They” say not to make any big decisions in the first year (spoiler alert – I have already blown this rule in multiple ways) and the question always inferred to me that I would need to go…
Six years ago tomorrow, I got engaged. We traveled a lot when we lived in New England. It was new territory to explore, and everything was so close that six hours in the car could get you somewhere new and exciting. When Tim pitched a weekend getaway in St. Johnsbury, VT my suspicions were aroused. I had desperately wanted to be engaged since we moved to MA a year earlier, but Tim always said that marriage didn’t make sense to him….
I’ve been having crazy dreams lately. This isn’t a new thing for me in life as I’ve always been a bit of a dreamer. As a kid, I had a recurring dream where I was hanging out with a group of cool, older kids on a road trip to go see a killer whale in an aquarium. I would always wake up right before I got to swim in the tank with the orca and fulfill my life dream. After…
“These two things fight together in me as the snakes fight in the spring. The water comes out of my eyes; yet I laugh while it falls. Why?” – Rudyard Kipling I have always liked October. The air starts to cool down in Texas, and evenings flirt with the idea of sweater weather approaching. There’s a cleansing aspect to the air – a different kind of smell and feeling. Plus, it’s the start of all the holidays and my favorite…
I’ve always been someone that gets pretty sucked into the stories I watch in movies and tv shows. In college, I went on a Law & Order SVU kick that lasted several months and ended up in me having not one but two trench coats because I wanted to be Olivia Benson. Olivia Benson is bad ass. We should all want to be her at least a little bit. At its best, I love this digital media because of the amazing stories and intense…
Despite writing my essential guide to going out and having fun, by Friday afternoon at around 3pm I had run my well dry of good mood and good times. In my 4pm meeting at work, I told two of my co-workers that I hated them simply because they were giddy from a few cups of ridiculously strong coffee. They thought I was joking, but you know what they say about jokes… they’re always built of at least 75% truth. It wasn’t so…