At Least They're Committed

Do I dare to hope? I looked at my husband yesterday and the 25 pounds he has lost are making a difference. He is beginning to look like this guy I used to adore. I found myself, well, almost giddy. Most certainly hopeful. “Cautiously optimistic.” For years I’ve been looking at photos of that guy… Read more

I dragged my wretched carcass out of bed at 6 a.m. Saturday morning to set out to a bridal shower in Grand Junction. I didn’t know if it was exhaustion, the wine the night before or general self loathing, but I was a hopeless emotional waste. Overwhelmed in so many facets of life, underwhelmed in… Read more

It wasn’t the farewell I wanted. I had it planned. The Palomino was going to be gone after this weekend and of course we had to say goodbye: To reminisce and toast the place and thank it for the great times we had there. D and I first stumbled into the bar/restaurant at 16th and… Read more

My hunger strike lasted 24 hours. That’s pretty good, don’t you think? I was just waiting for something good to happen to me, but my meds musta finally kicked in because all the sudden it seemed like everything was just peachy. Or maybe it was just because I was hungry. Maybe, just maybe things look rosier when you’re hungry. So… Read more

I usually don’t walk that way anymore. I tell myself it’s because I’m lazy, taking the mall shuttle to the corner of 16th and Lawrence then walking two blocks, rather than taking the bus to Market and cutting across four blocks. I’m not lazy, though. I have to be honest. I’ve been avoiding L. He’s really… Read more

Wow. I feel so much better today. Think I’ll leave that one up there, though. It’s not like anyone is actually reading any of this so it won’t hurt anything. I had an excellent time last night. It’ll make a good fleeting flashback. heh. I do so love my friends!  Read more