Author deanna

Re-invention Another Time

I tried to apply for a job the other day and I am thinking I might finally be at the age where you cut your experience off a decade or so ago because anything longer than that kind of ages… Continue Reading →

Titles shmitles

My original title was going to be I hate you all, thanks for playing, but I realize that’s not going to endear you to giving a fuck about coming back. Which to me of course gives me nothing but some… Continue Reading →

It’s Spring and the locusts are coming

I don’t even know if I have written about this before, but the brood, what is it brood x coming I am not entirely excited about. They are going to be everywhere and though I’ve never had a problem with… Continue Reading →

St Patrick’s Surprise: High Five for Me

Sooo guys. I got it. The elusive Covid-19 vaccine dose I had been crawling all over everyone and myself to get, finally I got contacted on Lucky Day to get. Of course I got the email and was almost running… Continue Reading →

There’s Always a Reason

I am not one of those people easily scammed into believing in fate. Fate is kind of the reason we give to ourselves to understand why things happen as they do. I’ve been very good at finding the reasons after… Continue Reading →

DMV Failures: No Covid Vaccine for Me

Don kept hearing about this area being referred to as the DMV–apparently that is the District of Columbia, Maryland, Virginia metro area for those who did not know. The east coast’s states are smaller and jig-sawed together like a wild… Continue Reading →

Well, that Didn’t Work

I am sure many of you saw in the news the great and fabulous and lovely message that vaccinated people do not have to wear masks. I am sure it gave many of you hope, I mean yes, it is… Continue Reading →

Hope is So Hard to Find Sometimes

I swear–the worry and the shit I am doing to myself freaking out about this vaccine process is probably sending me to an early grave with each moment I sit focused on getting it. I know, I’ve mentioned I know… Continue Reading →

Money is the Only Value We Have

This is probably going to hurt your feelings to realize, but in America, at least, it is the only thing that seems to be able to define a person. The haves, the have-nots. The do you have enough money to… Continue Reading →

I’d Rather Be Dead than Get Covid

I know, I know, who would want to be dead of something that has a 99.9% survival rate? Well, let’s think about that a minute. Is surviving enough if you are left with a good possibility of early onset Alzheimers,… Continue Reading →

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