Mother of 2-Writer-Crafter-Dreamer-TV binger-Movie lover-Space nerd-dinosaur connoisseur
Let me tell you about the goodest boy you'd ever meet. His name was Zip. Zip. The Myth. The Dog. The Legend. Zip was my family's first Australian Cattle Dog (Blue Heeler), and the dog that would forever change our lives. My Dad saw the breed in a movie and fell in love, so my parents took a road trip to Tennessee and adopted him as a young pup. He was bred to be a show dog, but didn't have a 'winning' stance, so was returned to his birth home. I don't recall how my parents found his adoption listing, but I can tell you that regardless of his inadequacy to win trophies, he was definitely always a winner in our eyes.
You are in the same house, but I am alone. You are in the same room, but I am alone. You are inches away, but I am alone.
End of The World
Trembling, I hid under a paper-thin blanket trying hard not to emit a single decibel of sound...trying hard not to move a muscle. If they knew I was here, my life would be over. Would I make it? Would they let me live? Or would they end my life as I knew it? I sure could use Harry Potter's invisibility cloak right now...then there'd be no chance they'd find me...
A house can be a home, and a home can be a house, But not all houses are homes, and not all homes are in a house. A house is where you lay your head, your clothes, your bed, your things,
Why can't I just be a writer?
In my heart- I've always pictured myself as a story-teller...a 'writer'...but when I sit down and put my pen to paper, I never seem to be able to formulate anything worth being proud of. I have SO many ideas, and storylines, and plots, and characters just swimming around in my brain, but there's something stopping those imageries from reaching my fingertips.
An Over-explanation of Things that really grind my gears
#1. Mushrooms. Get'em outta here! Fungus is neither 'fun' or for 'us' so throw it all away! Who was taking a stroll in the woods one day and saw a nasty spongey little piece of fungus and thought 'Oh yeah...I'm gonna put THAT in my mouth!" If I had a time machine I'd go back and slap that fungus right out of that Neanderthal's hand #nofunforgus
Are you sure I'm in my 30s?
When we were younger, we would scoff at the sight of a '30' year old and the thought of being SO OLD. I remember a lot of my teachers and coaches seemed so incredibly aged to me as a teen. Their phase of life was so far away from mine, I couldn't even picture it in the horizon. They lived the types of lives I imagined akin to the Golden Girls. I didn't understand then just how little age difference there actually was between my fresh 15 year old self and a saggy, wrinkly 30 year old...
Once upon a day so cold, I dreamt of when I would turn old. Will love still lay upon my heart? Or will we grow too far apart?