It is obvi­ous that I didn’t real­ize that I would be shar­ing my feather duvet with a 6’4,  200lb man.  I would have got­ten the King size.

Of absolutely lov­ing music that I denied in my younger years.  Dolly Par­ton, Linda Ron­st­dant (sp), blue­grass in gen­eral.
Blue Bayou should be sung by a woman.
There is no deny­ing Dolly.
Twang is not a neg­a­tive when you do it right.
And Elvis…Amazing.

Sher­man has been clean shaven a few times in our rela­tion­ship.  Our wed­ding was one…he was some when we were dating…I can’t really remem­ber any oth­ers.
I remem­ber the last time shaved though, well not specif­i­cally the time, but my reac­tion, which was to the best of my knowl­edge “Oh my God!  What hap­pened to your face?!”
I […]

I’m putting this up for Sher­man.  Because he loves fonts.  Not all fonts, just good fonts.  So here’s a lit­tle font porn for him because I know he digs my num­bers on here.
0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144…
If you don’t know what this is you should.  It’s beauty.
And for good […]

I have had a very good day.  A fan­tas­tic bal­ance of work and play.  Vis­ited friends, got a lot done around the house, did laun­dry, chat­ted with Sher­man, played with Ijah and my sil­ver­ware drawer is still orga­nized.
I know that sounds like a lit­tle thing, and it is…but it’s really nice to be able to […]

I’m not even going to attempt a deep and heart­felt post about this past year and the new one com­ing.  Deep and heart­felt leaves me weepy lately…
I am look­ing for­ward to a new year though…something about past being done and new beginin­ngs.  I know that past is always around, and you learn from the bad […]

I remem­ber the first time I met you, I remem­ber the booth and what you were wear­ing. I remem­ber the par­ties you threw and how some­how I started being the first one there, and then a sort of co-host.  I remem­ber all of our walks around the lake, both before and after “us”.  I remember […]

The other day I found myself totet­ing all of my plants back to the shower.  Ijah fol­lowed with looks and noises that could eas­ily be trans­lated as “what are you doing…weirdo”.  I’d been mean­ing to shower the plants for weeks.  The looked dusty and sad.  They didnt have that perky plant look that I love, […]

I was think­ing of Mark a lot on our fish­ing trip.  I was hop­ing he’d give me a bit of luck.  I wore his flan­nel.  I knew he would LOVE being up at the cabin.  I brought my lit­tle tackle box that he had given me.  I asked him for help and hoped to make […]

Robert nailed it when he said this first Ijah free long week­end was like a sea­son finale.  It’s not a show chang­ing one, but it’s a big step.
When Sher­man and I first met I wasn’t sure that I wanted chil­dren.  I had decided that I didn’t in an ear­lier rela­tion­ship and the thought hadn’t really occured […]