Author: Tripping Raul
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Kiss me I’m Irish
“It’s heinous.” “Yeah! I know, right? Where ya been? Coming to visit for St. Paddy’s Day? My grandma’s birthday and my aunt’s birthday . . . big day for my family. Woohoo!” “Right. Hope it’s a nice weekend.” “You going to be here? No? Wondering, now, on FB if anyone…
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12 minutes of getting it
Granted the day did not start so hot. I had weird freaking work dreams all night and when I dragged my sorry ass out of bed after hitting the snooze twice, I still could have sworn it was the middle of the night and I must have acted as if…
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Touch of Gray
I feel funky today, as if drugged or something but I’m not drugged. I can’t decide whether I feel good or bad, but at least I feel something, I guess. I drove in because this afternoon/evening I need to take photos before a basketball game in another town that I…
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Whatsoever you do . . .
In the quiet of my bedroom I can scream “Ah-SHIT!” when I sneeze all I want. One more family tradition ready to be passed on. It’s bedtime as I write this and my neck has a crick in it from arching my body over Dez and chatting while he takes…
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Mangled dead guy
Demon Spawn stands on the landing between the first and second floors, the head and torso of a skeleton in one hand, a leg in the other; tattered pieces of fabric are laced through his fingers. “Mina got your dead guy,” he says, holding it up so I can better…
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It’s RV weekend!
Hahahahaha! Oh, ouch. My head! It’s the annual retreat weekend and that means the team is locked away in a Chicago hotel brainstorming . . . and drinking Woodford Reserve and beer and I’m here drinking wine and Brian and I are texting and drunk texting and now, in the…
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Rewind
He walks into my room and immediately heads to the window, peering out to ensure nobody is peeking into the second floor and that his entrance has gone unnoticed. He draws the curtains, which I don’t understand because it’s 9 p.m. and it’s dark on all sorts of levels, but…
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Leaving a little of me behind
The past two days have been freakin’ brutal! Well, of course they have been. I was gone for four days. What did I expect. Today I barely left my desk, in fact I didn’t except to go to the ladies room twice and quickly zap my blechy frozen lunch. I…
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It’s Mardi Gras beeeotches!
. . . And right here, right now I am all by myself and the house is clean and the cupcakes are made and even though DS has to work tonight we celebrated before he took off and that was awesome one-on-one time and EBD works ’til 8, but since…
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Two weeks of play
There are times as I sit in isolation surrounded by people I feel like yelling at the top of my lungs, “I DO HAVE FRIENDS, YOU KNOW!” But it might sound as if I’m trying to convince myself and I suppose during periods in which I’ve not gotten together with…
At Least They're Committed 