Elsie Regina
Bio
A little splash of excitement and terror at every moment of every day seems to be working for me.
Stories (5/0)
My Perfect BirthDate
All I wanted to do this year was celebrate my birthday alone. Now, let’s get something straight right off the bat, okay? I love my family. I do. My husband is amazing, and he treats me better than I deserve sometimes. Issac is handsome, kind, funny and the best cook in the entire world. Then there’s Pip and Beth: my adorable six year old twins. Pip is incredibly smart and sharp witted. He has a smart aleck comeback for every situation; yet is compassionate enough to never cross the line of being mean. And Beth is Issac in mini-me form. Whether it’s video games, making a mess in the kitchen or wearing nothing but cargo pants and superhero t-shirts - whatever my husband does, I can always count on it being done two-fold.
By Elsie Regina3 years ago in Humans
Losing your faith in good television? Let Mr. Robot fill the void that's been gaping since Breaking Bad ended.
Hello, Friend. I didn’t see you come in. Are you here for help? Help from who? Me or Him? Oh, you’re here for television recommendations? For a show like Breaking Bad? And Mr. Robot is who you’re interested in finding out more about?
By Elsie Regina3 years ago in Geeks
My Dearest 2020 Baby
My Dearest 2020 Baby, I remember it well. I was sitting in a restaurant with your Dad, Oompa and Grammie, eagerly waiting to ring in the year 2020. It was New Year’s Eve and I was about three months pregnant with you. We had just announced you to the world a few weeks ago, and the new year held so much promise. We were so excited for what 2020 would bring to our family. It was going to bring you, my love, into our lives, and we couldn’t wait!
By Elsie Regina3 years ago in Families
The Rose Garden Inn
It’s funny, the things that you think about after something bad has happened. Things that become so much clearer to you once it’s too late to change the outcome. The seconds it could have taken to say one more “I love you” or “thank you” to someone now linger as manifested regret; a regret that is so tangible you can feel it with every breath you take. You cannot change the past, you begin to realize, and it hurts. If only there was some way to make it right. If only you could go back and do what you know you should have done while you had the chance. If only there was some way to rewrite your life and undo the things that now haunt you. If only you could guarantee the happy ending that you so desire.
By Elsie Regina3 years ago in Families
