Adriyanna turned 1 a month ago. I haven't written about it, because I don't have the words. There are no words that could possibly describe the past year of my life adequately. But I'm a writer, so I try. Even though, as writers, we know our words will be judged, criticized, dissected, forgotten about and dismissed, we write. Because that's what we ( Read more... )

I still have not posted about my wedding. I haven't had the time to give it the attention it deserves, so I'm just not doing it at all yet ( Read more... )

It's lonely without Sammy here.

Since the wedding, with all its hecticness and combining lack of attention from Momma with excess of attention from everyone else, my sweetheart baby has become a brat. OK, I'm exaggerating a little. But she's definitely lost the since of independence and "I can play on my own" I so desperately tried to instill in her ( Read more... )

"I want a Sunday kind of love ( Read more... )

YOU CAN ONLY TYPE ONE WORD!!! NO EXPLANATIONS ( Read more... )

Three days.

Marriage doesn't scare me.

The wedding, now THAT scares me.

Three days. Shit.

I have no idea how to do this...

Here's my sweetie Adriyanna in grandpa's BIG truck


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Also, about the white dress. Lord knows I'm not a virgin, and it's not like I'm even faking it. In the words of Miranda, "I have a child; the jig is up ( Read more... )

Never have a wedding. If you do, elope to the islands. That's what I WANTED to do. But I let myself (per usual; I'm such a freakin' pushover) be talked into a party. Now my life resolves around decisions such as "what color table covering do you want?" and "Sprite or 7UP or Sierra Mist" and similar questions ( Read more... )