Back in October, I was able to participate in StoryCorps and interview my father. If you haven't heard of StoryCorps, or don't know what it is, you can watch the…
After almost an entire year, our first foster placement left yesterday. We knew it was going to be hard, but knowing something in the abstract and actually experiencing it are never the same thing - NOTHING can prepare a heart for this...
A few years ago, my mom found out that her father wasn’t her father. She and my uncle had taken a DNA test and it turned out he was her half-brother.
The relationship between my mom and grandma was already strained, so this bomb basically destroyed what little bit of communication still existed between them. On the few occasions they did speak, it always resulted in my mom insisting on knowing who her real father is and my grandmother insisting that either the DNA results are wrong or the hospital gave her the wrong baby.
While this revelation tore my mom up inside, it didn’t affect me at all. (Cue the stages of grief…)
I had never known her father… my grandmother had remarried by the time I was born and I had always thought of my mother’s stepfather as my grandfather. Even when my grandma divorced and remarried again, I considered her new husband my new grandfather. (I’m pretty adaptable that way I guess.)
I barely let any of it bother me and continued on with my life. After all, what did any of this have to do with me?
Whenever I visited either of them, I listened as my mom and grandma berated each other and recounted their side of the story over and over again. Each defended themselves as if I was the judge & jury and they were trying to avoid the electric chair. Still, it barely registered as a slight annoyance on my “things I’m going to stress about today” meter.
Then the day came when I got this text:
Call me. I have a dad.
In general, I'm a pretty quite person. One of my best friend's uncle nicknamed me "Mousy" because I'm too little and too quite. I can spend an entire day…
So I basically suck at blogging.
If you found this blog when I started it last summer, then you may have noticed that I went from posting almost daily to being almost eerily silent. You may have also noticed that I’ve occasionally changed a background or something, but haven’t bothered to even post a quick “hey y’all, how’s it goin’?” since November .
Of course, it’s more likely that you barely noticed I’ve been gone at all – much like the tabs on my page that I just discovered disappeared at some point during my tinkering.
Oh, before I forget…
Hey y’all! How’s it goin’?
And now back to our regularly scheduled blog post…
No excuses, no reason, I’m just failing at being a blogger.
It’s not for lack of trying, or for lack of something to say. (I’ve always got something to say!) It’s just that I can’t stay focused on writing a post. I start, then stop to browse other themes, then start on a completely different post, then move on to whatever in my real life requires me.
The number of unfinished drafts I have saved on my laptop is actually a little embarrassing.
But it’s not just blogging. I’m really starting to think I may be failing at life in general. (Yep, that’s right — you get a grade for this life thing.)
So let’s start with the last thing I posted about… NaNoWriMo.
I won! YAY! I didn’t fail at writing a novel in 30 days! I’m so amazing…
After finishing the first draft of my novel in November, I tucked it safely away in it’s little Scrivener folder and moved on to my next
Much like this blog, I’ve visited my NaNo novel many times and even done some editing here and there… but that’s as far as it’s gone. At this rate, it might be ready for a first reader somewhere around the year 2040.
So “F” number #1 goes to… failing miserably as a novelist.
Let’s move on to “F” number #2, shall we… (more…)
So the bathroom I told you all about last week is still not done. I’ve ran into quite a bit of unexpected issues… the latest of which, I’m pretty sure almost caused a nervous breakdown.
Our house was built in the 1950’s so there are a lot of things that were made sometime before my parents were born. One of these things… the light/heater/vent in the bathroom. Apparently, they stopped making that particular model in 1958.
I was starting to feel like I’m never going to get the bathroom done after realizing we can’t even get replacement parts for the stupid thing and the wiring is all bad and needs to be replaced.
This wasn’t even what prompted the almost breakdown! It was walking into the living room and seeing that this has happened: (more…)