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Category: Blogging from A to Z 2017

Purple Rain

*I originally wrote this post as part of the Blogging from A to Z 2017 Challenge. Unfortunately, I dropped off in the middle of the month-long challenge. So, against my perfectionist nature, I’ve decided to go ahead and publish the posts I did get drafted, as I am proud of them, out of alphabetical order. Prince’s epic ballad, Purple Rain, has always been one of my favorite songs. Even though it’s already a long tune, I wish it were even longer – I love it that much. Purple Rain already had a special place…

Why I Blog

*I originally wrote this post as part of the Blogging from A to Z 2017 Challenge. Unfortunately, I dropped off in the middle of the month-long challenge. So, against my perfectionist nature, I’ve decided to go ahead and publish the posts I did get drafted, as I am proud of them, out of alphabetical order. I honestly can’t pinpoint exactly why I started blogging. I do know that I wanted a space on the Internet to decorate and play around with. At first, I blogged about random things and just tested the waters for a…

Nicholas

My family always had cats when I was growing up. Mom and Dad had two cats when I was born, Nicholas and Alice. Mom has told me of precious memories in which Alice would lay across my baby body while I was being bottle fed. I guess that’s when my connection with cats began. I adore dogs too, but we didn’t get our first, Molly, until I was in high school. Now I’m technically a cat and dog person, but cats will always hold a special place in my heart. While Alice moved in…

Mister to Miss

I immediately burst into tears when, about three years ago, I heard the news that my husband’s male cousin had come out with his decision to transition into a woman. I didn’t cry out of disgust, disappointment, or judgment. I began to cry because I could somehow feel a pin prick of the pain our loved one had most likely lived with throughout his thirty-something years. I grieved not only for him, but with him, from a distance. I cried out of happiness that he chose to reveal his true self rather than take an…

A Literary Journey

While I can’t remember exactly how old I was when I first started reading, I do know it was at an early age. I had collections of Dr. Seuss books, fairy tales, you name it, I probably had it – and still do. I recall reading by the light of the hallway outside my bedroom when I was supposed to be asleep. One summer, maybe after second grade, we were given sheets of paper on which to record our summer reading progress. When I turned in my paper that fall, I had filled it front and back; I…

Knots

Dread. Sweaty pits. Beet red. Burning up. Dizziness. Shakiness. Tongue tied. The urge to vomit.  Anxiety. Anxiety has ruled my life as long as I can remember. As a child, I went through phases of intense fear of things like being kidnapped, death, being the center of attention, and thunderstorms. I even had – and still have – anxiety about my anxiety. I’m also a shy person, making my anxiety worse, or perhaps causing it, or both. Being a hand-wringing, anxiety-ridden child, I would get intense butterflies in my gut and would basically have to talk…

Juveniles in Like

Dating before I met the love of my life at age 24 was weird and basically nonexistent. Looking back, I did a lot of flirting but was generally placed in the friend zone, as I was really one of the guys. A particular boy that I liked called me after I left him a drunken voicemail and told me I was still his ‘boy’. I was always flattered to be considered a true friend to my guy pals, but it sucked when I had a crush on one of them. Like I think most people do, a boy…

INFP is Me

Every single personality test I’ve taken has given me the result of being an INFP – introverted, intuitive, feeling, and perceiving – or a diplomatic mediator. I cannot agree more with this perpetual result; I’m definitely an INFP. I’m proud to be an INFP, but it’s also hard sometimes, as it seems like everyone else out there is SO much more outgoing than me. I have struggled with my introversion my whole life – a virtual pendulum swinging between ultimate confidence and total self-doubt. Only four percent of the population can…

Heroine

If you have a bit of a savior complex – PLEASE STAND UP! You guessed it – I’m totally standing up! For some reason, maybe it’s grandiosity, but at times I feel like I can save people from themselves, especially those I love. Unfortunately, time and time again, I have failed to rescue others. I may be able to apply a Band-Aid to help, but ultimately, change is up to the ones I think need saving. I’ve written a bit about my best friend, Brian, who died of an accidental overdose due to…

Gettin’ Phishy wit’ it

I have never written a tribute to my favorite band – I hope I can do it justice. I wouldn’t necessarily say I’m an uber fan; I don’t know basically every lyric ever sung like my husband and a bunch of friends; I usually take a minute to figure out which song has come on, unless it’s a hands down favorite; I can’t dance for shit. My favorite band is Phish – there is something magical about the band members, their music – lyrically and instrumentally. I attended my very…

Fangirl to Funko Freak

A long long time ago, in a world far far away, I had never heard of, let alone laid eyes on, a Funko Pop. Actually, it was more like two years ago that I discovered what would become my newest collection obsession. My introduction to Funko came as I was participating in the #otspsecretsister program. At the time, I remember clarifying to my secret sister that I wasn’t interested in being gifted Funko Pops, as I had no clue what to do with them! I fell in love with the Pops after purchasing a few for the secret…

Every Day is Exactly the Same

Routine, force of habit…monotony is a part of life, at least for me. I’ve always been a creature of habit, with bursts of spontaneity. I don’t like to have plans either. I remember dreading dates when assignments were due for school; I even dreaded breaking out of my routine to get married – the wedding part made me so nervous, but I couldn’t wait for the party afterwards! Anyhow, I’ve spent quite a bit of time recently thinking about routines, perhaps because I am a mother to two baby boys…

Do it This Way

Yesterday I wrote about some of my experiences as a Catholic school girl. Today I’m relating another of those experiences. I’ve always prided myself on my handwriting – it’s unique, virtually illegible, and very me. I learned how to write in cursive in the second grade. I remember having those lined tablets with humongous lines for writing practice. When I learned cursive, I couldn’t wait to start perfecting my signature and personal way of writing. I toyed with different versions of my signature for years before it became what it is today…

Church Gal

Being baptized as a Catholic, I quite naturally went to Catholic school beginning with kindergarten and ending after I graduated from the eighth grade. I absolutely adored my elementary school. We had a really small student body, resulting in split grades – two grades per classroom/teacher. Only nine kids, including me, were in my eighth grade class. Trust me, transitioning from a class with fewer than ten students to a public high school with nearly 1000 teenagers was a serious culture shock, but that’s another story. I was able to do some pretty cool stuff while at…

Brotherly Love

I’ve been putting off writing this post for days, turning the words, thoughts, and feelings I want to convey over and over in my head. I finally decided to just start typing. I’m writing about a subject very near and dear to my heart, as well as a very emotional one. My older brother by 15 months, Bill, is autistic, more specifically, he has Asperger’s Syndrome, meaning that he is on the higher functioning end of the autism spectrum. It’s been really, really hard to watch Bill, who is now 35, deteriorate…