Posts made in January, 2013


Lend me your brains!

Lend me your brains!


Posted By on Jan 24, 2013

This is the year, folks. This is THE YEAR to take the writing to the next level. But before I set out to conquer the world in my own weird way, I’d like to very humbly ask for your help. Care to give me some feedback? I have formulated an extremely un-scientific and completely ridiculous survey to find out what y’all think of the old bloggity. The results are anonymous so feel free to let it rip if there’s something...

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  Four Novembers ago, I voted by absentee ballot. I was due to pop out a baby very close to election day and I didn’t want to take any chances. “I will tell them to turn on the TV in the delivery room if I have to!” I told everyone. “I’m going to watch those election returns even if I have to do it through contractions!” As it turned out, my wee (or not-so-wee) little Benjamin wasn’t born...

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Killing Patty

Killing Patty


Posted By on Jan 18, 2013

  My real estate agent calls me “Tricia.” I’ve never told her to call me that. I always introduce myself as “Trish” and that’s also how I sign my name. But she got me thinking about a time years ago when I decided to reclaim my name. You see, for most of my childhood and my teenage years I was “Patty.” Good crap, I hated being called that. I didn’t start out as Patty. Until...

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That quote had me chuckling this morning as I lifted it from a friend’s Facebook page (thanks, Cyndylou Who). On one hand, I was all F*CK, YES! about that sentiment. Then my sensible side (believe it or not, I do have one) kicked in and went … Hmm. I guess it all depends on how you define mad and passionate. I’m down with mad and passionate. Mad and passionate is intoxicating. But can you have that while also making...

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This is how Christmas felt this year: I was on a freeway driving someplace that I HAD to get to and I had to make good time. I blinked through my lopsided glasses as I tried peer through the salty, grimy haze on the windshield, not completely certain that some of that haze wasn’t in my own head.  The kids yammered in the backseat, while eating another meal from another drive-thru window. The radio was tuned to an all-Christmas...

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