Constant Commentary

Last week I heard a Dr. Laura call from a woman who was unable to make decisions or choices.  After much discussion it was established that "So you lost your childhood and now you are trying to get it back every day by not making decisions and forcing other's to make decisions for you.  'Child' you didn't feel protected and cared for, and 'adult' you is making up for it by forcing others to care for you.... make decisions for you, basically treat you like the child that you never got to be."  My mind was 3/4s blown, with parallels still running through my mind almost a week later. The FULL BLOW came while Lonnie and I were shopping at BJs (haha!).  I noticed the iced tea drink mix stuff and confessed to Lonnie that as a kid I used to sneak into the kitchen put some of the powder in a cup, make a paste out of it with water, and take it back up to my room and slowly savor revel in the joy of every little spoonful.  My mouth is actually watering as I

Christmas used to be my jam.  I was SOOOOO into it!!  I started pre-gaming for Black Friday the second the leaves started to turn! Then I got divorced and everything changed.  The kids have to go here and there and everywhere and we have to schedule in Christmas.  Rick and I always had a giant rager of Christmas party that I always looked very forward to with all of our friends and that's gone.  We always got up WELL BEFORE DAWN and headed over to his parent's house for presents, food (CRAB DIP!), and fun... then after a nap.... LOBSTAH DINNAH!  ....and for me, that's all gone.  And coincidentally, right around divorce time, the kids got older and less into toys that required me to line up and freeze my ass off with a bunch of other crazy people at midnight. These days they are more into clothes and pricey things, and their presents are divided between here and Rick's house, with the result being the 'under-the-tree- space looking more sparse with a few 'big t

My town on Halloween could be featured on a postcard depicting small town New England.  I live right on Main Street, up on the 2nd floor of a downtown building, so every year I enjoy watching all the kids trick-or-treating from my window.  (....and every year I plan to go down to the street and pass out candy next year, but that is a whole other blog.) This year I got a whole lot more of a show than I paid admission for.  I heard a crash, and then I heard a LOT of screaming profanity... a LOT.  So I ran over to my open window to see what was going on.  Right in front of my window there was a kid in a car who had just rear-ended the car in front of him, getting screamed at by the guy he hit, and by the guy behind him. The screaming guys seemed completely oblivious to the fact that they had dozens and dozens of small children in audience trick-or-treating and gaping at what was happening.  Other than the screaming, the town seemed silent as everyone just watched... frozen.  Mostly be