Let's talk about freaky signs in life.
You know, the kind that make you go "oh shit"?
The other night I was talking to an old friend who said that I should start blogging again. I explained that, with being so busy with the baby, boyfriend, and job, among everything else, it just didn't seem feasible. Fast forward to last night, when I had a dream (terribly disturbing dream, actually) that I got SHOT. IN THE BACK. I remember seeing it happen, putting my hand on my back, and feeling the blood pouring out. The next thing I know I can't feel parts of my body and I'm being led out of a restaurant. It was the first time I'd been out since the incident and, in normal dream fashion, I was passed out for only 27 hours, then back up and at em. Right before Ren woke me up with her baby shrieking, I made the realization to my mom that I could never work again, and that the only thing I was ever going to be able to do was write.
Cue dramatic music and voila!
I'm back.
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It's the life and times of my life and times, which you may or may not be interested in learning about. I assume this blog will be read by those who are bored--or stalkers. (I'd be lucky to get a stalker, don't think I'm ungrateful). Just know that I know this isn't interesting stuff, I've read funnier obituaries in my day compared to some of my posts. I do this because in some way it helps me bring humor to some of the mundane, everyday ridiculousness that is life.
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Me and he
Me and a tree
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and so it begins
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