Quiet from my end is not always a sign of great things, but I have been writing content for my other things, as mentioned before in passing. Right now I am living on the edge, people–no health insurance to speak… Continue Reading →
I tried to call this morning to check on that little thing sitting in my uterus. Lo and behold there are no options for women who have no health insurance to get lesions in their uterus removed. The clinic I… Continue Reading →
So I gotta say, for someone not on anxiety medication or taking any other pyschoactive substance I guess aside from marijuana, it does suck to once again know I have a broken heart again. It’s the thing I am trying… Continue Reading →
So…I am waiting here for the next call about the thing hanging out in my uterus, and I had my other appointment for the CT with the cardio-thoracic surgeon a little over an hour ago—dammit all, it’s really going and… Continue Reading →
Radio silence is usually a sign around here that things got taken off the rails a bit. Don has been madly searching for work but has been denied unemployment from both Colorado and Nebraska, something we hope one day gets… Continue Reading →
Seems those are the two choices most of us have. One of my less evolved friends, meaning one of my republican friends tried to tell me she got called racist because she asked for things to just go back to… Continue Reading →
So, I didn’t feel overly qualified to comment too much on race relations because I don’t have any problems with any races yet cannot claim I am not pretty privileged in terms of who I am and what I look… Continue Reading →
Well, the world is on fire. Seems to be something we can say every once in a while with a sort of frequency that is a bit uncomfortable. But there are good things too in the midst of the shit… Continue Reading →
Ugh, world. Why do you have to fuck with me universe–I feel so lucky as is it would seem teasing out extra is a definite risk. My most recent echo came to fuck me with a nice dose of holy… Continue Reading →
I am a slight superstitious, I guess you could say, because things sometime have a way of running off the lines of the paths I’ve tried to set up. Clearly this is not just something I am afflicted with right… Continue Reading →
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