I almost got eaten by an alligator this weekend. Maybe it was an alligator gar. Or a catfish. Something. But it tried to eat me, I’m pretty sure. Killer catfish are dangerous too, you know. Maybe I should start at the beginning. I ran away from my life on Thursday. Packed up my car, grabbed … Continue reading Running Away
I got lost this weekend. My boyfriend and I went up into the mountains on Saturday. We were heading for Chessman reservoir, up in the mountains. The plan was a picnic . . . roast chicken, sparkling cider, picnic blankets. I was planning on taking pictures. I didn’t take any pictures. We used Google maps, … Continue reading Lost in the Mountains
23 pounds of fresh lasagna! Man, this was a crazy weekend. Anyone else feel like that? You’d think with social distancing and all that, the weekends would be more restful. You know, binge-watching, lying around on the couch, eating Cheetos and wondering when they’re going to let us out again. Okay, I’ve done my share … Continue reading Mountains, Mother’s Day, and . . .
Well, sort of. This has been the craziest month for me, and the last week has reached new heights of surreality. I’m running on low sleep and lower caffeine, so bear with me while I try to make sense of everything that’s happened, okay? Great. Thanks. So . . . a week ago, I drove … Continue reading Wait… HOLLYWOOD??
My new morning commute is forty-five minutes. One way. Does that sound a little crazy to anyone? That means every week I am driving about 7.5 hours back and forth to work . . . not including the time spent on the road if I happen to need a trip to town on a weekend. … Continue reading Finding Normal
I’m going to be honest with y’all. I’m writing this while we drive. I think we’re in Alabama right now. Somewhere near Birmingham, I think, although I am directionally challenged and it’s very possible that I’m wrong. Guys. Alabama is hot. Like, ridiculously hot. Like, if it wasn’t so beautiful I would never come here … Continue reading Headed For Home
Guys. I’m probably lost. Like, lost lost. Somewhere in-between Virginia and Florida. I think the GPS knows where we are, but I lost track way back in Missouri. This has been a TRIP. And it’s not even halfway over yet. As far as I can recall (because I blacked out a few times and slept … Continue reading Road Trip