My blog brain got left in a textbook somewhere in Fall 2013 semester. I found it today, but it is a little dilapidated. I'm trying to reform it from structured to creative, but rigor has set in inhibiting its malleability. Spring semester rumbles in about three weeks. I best find a softening agent for this numb mind of mine.
Right now I am sitting on my couch. I am cozied in a blanket with my boy dog at my feet. There is tea steeping, my favorite kind, which is Earl Grey. The tastebuds on my tongue find it tantalizing. This sounds glorious, but truthfully I am waiting for the snowplow to clear the street I live on and make a fucking nightmare out of the end of my driveway. Mmmm. The tea tastes really good and the snow is actually really pretty.
So my blog has been frozen for the better portion of five months. Something about college and work and house repairs and child rearing and lack of time. I don't know. I was present. My blog was not. It should have been pulling its feed from my brain. That's a really shitty user experience, Blogger. Really shitty.
But let's not dwell on the past five months and just know there were some things about college and work and house repairs and child rearing and lack of time. I'd rather focus on more compelling news like gay marriage progress and yada, yada, yada, this little gay girl is engaged and is going to be in full on "lipstick lesbian" style next October. No thanks to you, Wisconsin.
Luckily, my partner of ten years, my bride to be, has relatives in friendly Minnesota, one of the seventeen states that has legalized gay marriage. We will head there for a very small ceremony and top it off by a slightly larger reception here at home.
Besides the obvious excitement of a marriage I've waited so long for, I'm equally as excited to work with vendors that have been and are a continued voice for equality. We've yet to iron out some of the details, but reception location and photographer have been selected. Oooooooo! I could burst!
Tomorrow work beckons. The office will be still as people are out for the holidays. The quietness will be welcoming, that is if I can get out of my driveway. The damn snowplow has yet to clear my street and I am heading to bed. I will see what kind of goodness it left me in the morning.
Right now I am sitting on my couch. I am cozied in a blanket with my boy dog at my feet. There is tea steeping, my favorite kind, which is Earl Grey. The tastebuds on my tongue find it tantalizing. This sounds glorious, but truthfully I am waiting for the snowplow to clear the street I live on and make a fucking nightmare out of the end of my driveway. Mmmm. The tea tastes really good and the snow is actually really pretty.
So my blog has been frozen for the better portion of five months. Something about college and work and house repairs and child rearing and lack of time. I don't know. I was present. My blog was not. It should have been pulling its feed from my brain. That's a really shitty user experience, Blogger. Really shitty.
But let's not dwell on the past five months and just know there were some things about college and work and house repairs and child rearing and lack of time. I'd rather focus on more compelling news like gay marriage progress and yada, yada, yada, this little gay girl is engaged and is going to be in full on "lipstick lesbian" style next October. No thanks to you, Wisconsin.
Luckily, my partner of ten years, my bride to be, has relatives in friendly Minnesota, one of the seventeen states that has legalized gay marriage. We will head there for a very small ceremony and top it off by a slightly larger reception here at home.
Besides the obvious excitement of a marriage I've waited so long for, I'm equally as excited to work with vendors that have been and are a continued voice for equality. We've yet to iron out some of the details, but reception location and photographer have been selected. Oooooooo! I could burst!
Tomorrow work beckons. The office will be still as people are out for the holidays. The quietness will be welcoming, that is if I can get out of my driveway. The damn snowplow has yet to clear my street and I am heading to bed. I will see what kind of goodness it left me in the morning.
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