Saturday, March 29, 2014

Damn This Memory Of Mine!

I'm just going to put this out there: I love writing {duh!  That's why you have a blog, silly!}
Mkay, yes, that is an obvious thing to say.  But I really do love writing.  I love creating with words, making images that people can see if they close their eyes.  It makes me happy when I get the phrasing JUST RIGHT, when my words convey exactly what I'm thinking and feeling. 

& as much as I love writing, I love reading good writing.  LOVE. IT.  I follow a few blogs, not as many as when I started cuz some have become defunct, or disappeared, or been made private & I wasn't invited to the party {sob!}, & all of those blogs fed my writing soul with lovely morsels of words & phrases & stories; there are some amazingly talented people out here on the interweb!

One such writer had a blog about her fight with infertility.  I loved her writing.  It was poignant & sweet & her emotions came through with such clarity!  She, luckily, had 2 children & transformed her blog from living with infertility to living.  It was a great moment for her when she renamed, rebranded her space her in interspace.  

I enjoyed reading that blog! & be damned if I can remember what the hell it was called.  I can't even remember her user name. 

If this sounds at all familiar to anyone, please let me know?  I want to reconnect.

Saturday, March 01, 2014

What A Difference 8 Years Makes

It's my blogaversary! 


Oh, the things we've seen at DBM IN 8 years. & the things I've been through.

When I started in 2006, I had no clue what I was doing. I just wanted to write. Whether any read it or not, I needed the outlet. 

Things have changed, of course. I'm not as faithful as I used to be. Or, you know, regular in writing. 

But I love this place. I love what it has helped me to do. I love the people I've met because of blogging. I love the insights I've gained into my own psyche because of this. 

I promise nothing. Life & obligations won't let me. But, boys & girls, I'll tell you one thing ~ I'm never that far away. 

So, what will the next 8 years bring? Haven't a clue!  But I may be seeing you soon... 



Sunday, February 09, 2014

Top 6 Ways To Fail At Facebook

I'm bored, tired, & waiting out a really long layover in Chicago airport, trying to get home from a holiday in Taiwan.

Here's what my friend list is doing to piss me off:

6. Believe everything you read.
5. Share every story that crosses your news feed without researching & verifying its validity.
4. Don't read any of the comments before yours. This ensures repetition ad nauseum.
3. Don't change any of your settings, ensuring that any &/or every game you play bombards your friend list with requests & info they don't care about.
2. Link your home-based, pyramid-scheme business to your personal account & update your status multiple times a day.
1.  Post vague, attention-seeking, or passive-agressive status updates hoping for comments or inquiries into "whats wrong?"

Wednesday, November 06, 2013

The Sound Of Silence

I've been suffering from laryngitis for 6 days & counting. 6 DAYS of not being able to talk, boys & girls. I tried whispering for the first 2 days, but then I found out that whispering actually does damage & prolongs the laryngitis. So now I'm forced to write notes, text, or use my Speak It app to convey info.


Now, anyone who has ever met me knows how this is affecting me. Let me tell ya, for those who don't know, that I am at my wit's end. Wit's. End. 

I have a lot of opinions. A lot. & those need to be shared. Always. This is killing me! By the time I get my thoughts typed out, everyone else is onto the next topic. When do I get to give my input? When do I get to talk?!?

But, on the plus side, I've had a lot of time by myself to do some quiet contemplation. Even more time than usual to spend inside my head, thinking about stuff 'n' things. 

Today was all about me. I slept in, cuddled with the cat, spent some time on the interweb, had naps, watched TV on my phone (on my PHONE - I lurve the 21st century) & just generally enjoyed myself.

Sometimes, spending all your time in your head can be dangerous. 
Sometimes, thoughts come that won't go away once thought.
Sometimes, this Super-Genius needs a distraction.

Thank jeebus for wine.