Tales from the High Road…
I consider it a gross abuse of my kindness and familial obligation to be tardy to an event you have asked me to help you with. OMG! Case and point: Helping my brother move the last pieces of furniture from his old apartment to his new one. He asks for my help because I have a truck and trailer (I totally “fit in” here in Texas, who knew?). I told him I wanted to get started at 9am because (SURPRISE!) it is still hot in Texas in September, and lately, by noon the heat is in the high nineties and I am even less interested to do any heavy manual…
Actively Studying and Other Dilemmas
Back in college after a decade away, studying on NyQuil, watching classmates ask for quiz answers. Turns out the military prepared me better than I realized.
Grown Men Masquerading as Children
Reflections about having a man pretending to be incompetent to get out of parenting his children and the strain it created in the marriage.
These Movies Are Killing Me Inside
I watched Crazy, Stupid, Love post-divorce and spent two hours being pissed off. Separation is not a free pass. The movie disagreed. So did my ex.
Facebook is so Yesteryear
I spent three years watching Facebook drama explode around a Navy discharge and a family readiness group coup. Then I defriended everyone involved. Very happily.
