Linda, Glasses, the Dealer and Rhino ALRIGHT! That is it. I am dating, no more fucking around. I will have a first date after death. But what is a date? Coffee? Drinks? Do people still go to a full blown dinner? Is a dinner too much to ask? Who pays for said dinner? If I […]
My sister in law called me bitter. To be more precise, she called this blog right here bitter. I have been called so many adjectives since I started writing this blog. Hell, I have been called a myriad of adjectives my whole life, but none so much as when I started writing this blog. Peter’s […]
Today is Christmas and I am in Puerto Vallarta. Twenty-one years ago, in this very spot, I was planning how to be a married lady. I was really only a girl but I was damn sure going to be a captivating wife. I was on my honeymoon. Today as I stated earlier is Christmas, why […]
Streams of consciousness are interesting. I am sitting up in bed and as usual I can’t sleep. No one is texting me (which sucks and means in my mind that no one loves me anymore) and I have some sort of undefined ache. I turn on the T.V. hoping that something wonderful and miraculous is […]
I met Peter when I was fifteen and he instantly became my world. He asked me, on our first date, to go steady. I said yes. Peter was the most gentlemanly man child I had ever met in my vast worldly fifteen years of life. Plus he was a great kisser! He was kind, funny, […]
When we were planning our family, Peter was dead set against using profanity in front of or anywhere near our children. It’s funny for so many reasons. If you knew Peter you would know that he could string together a list of profanities that would make a longshoreman blush. So we agreed, no cursing in […]
I am dumb. I have always been dumb, it’s not an insult it’s the truth. The simple fact is that I refuse to believe that I am smart. My husband would tell me all the time how I.Q. tests are “not a true measure of someone’s intelligence”. Peter had an I.Q. of 144. While I […]
I hate Beyonce, I’ve decided I hate Beyonce. I gaze at her commercials with equal parts eagerness and hatred. My husband has just died and I hate Beyonce. Her long, bronzed, cellulite free legs taunt me in my deepest moments of despair. I look at my legs and then stare at hers comparing the two. […]
I’ve been listening to a lot of Judy Garland, mainly What’ll I do. When I love something I loooove it. Which explains this song. What’ll I do speaks to my grieving heart. This song plays on my phone or rather I play this song at least four times a day. When I hear the lyrics: […]
I’ve been listening to a lot of Judy Garland, mainly What’ll I do. When I love something I loooove it. Which explains this song. What’ll I do speaks to my grieving heart. This song plays on my phone or rather I play this song at least four times a day. When I hear the lyrics: […]
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