I see pineapples

June 20, 2016

Remember that time I gushed all over all things southern?  If you don’t, you can catch yourself up here to better understand my love affair with the south.  While honeymooning with #3 in Charleston and Savannah, I noticed a plethora of pineapples.  Pineapple flags hung on porches and peered out front room windows.  Plaster pineapples were focal points in archways while those of the copper and concrete variety sat atop fences, walls, and garden gates.  They welcomed you on doormats, knockers, and address plates.  And for those of you who haven’t noticed, there is a brilliant and beautiful pineapple fountain centered in Charleston’s famous Waterfront park.  I was both fascinated and smitten with the abundance and repetition of this delectable fruit.  Thanks to modern technology and Google, I quickly educated myself on the historical relevance of the Pineapple in Colonial America.

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Bumbling Fool

May 30th, 2016

I did a thing.  A thing that I vowed I would never do.  I wasn’t bribed or dared or drunk.  I installed a dating app on my phone.  And I don’t even want to date!  I mean, that’s only mostly true.  Because I want to have the opportunity to accept dates and do date things like movies and dinners and first kisses.  I want to reach into my closet and finally choose one of the dozens of adorable dresses that have patiently and hopefully hung for so long.  Mostly, I just want someone potentially available in the off chance that I have an opening in my schedule and don’t want to fill it with the usual.  Is that something I should include in my bio?  Should I disclose that my spirit animal is a cat because I want love when I want it and even if I want it, one too many strokes will get you bit?  And like a cat, I’m a bit of an asshole and I’m never going to greet you at the door or follow you around.  And you have to think that’s awesome.

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Today

Schools out for my little people.  Which is equally awesome and chaotic.  There’s all this running about to summer and football camps and babysitters leaving on vacations and all of the ways that we attempt to keep kids active, entertained, and useful all summer long.  So I feel a little disconnected from my second life as a would be blogger.  When I started blogging, it was initially a place for the journaling that I began during what I thought was just recovery of an eating disorder.  A few months into that process, I recognized (through the help of costly professionals) that my behaviors were more of a symptom of issues rather than *the* issue itself.  Ultimately it became evident to myself and probably anyone around me that I really needed to work through something greater. Read More