Not Broken, Just Bent

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A month ago tomorrow I had an episode that sent me to the emergency room. As a person who has foolishly played the role of my own doctor for years, it was surreal to check myself into the ER with pain I wasn’t able to diagnose or control. Continue reading

So… is this a date?

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I’m not always great at picking up on social cues. And, when it comes to a guy being interested in me, I am the absolute worst. As you’ll recall when I met Bling Butt I thought he was asking for my number so he could go on a tour at the brewery I work at… it took a few times of him explaining he wanted to hang out sometime with me, not at the brewery, for me to get that he was hitting on me.  In short, when it comes to guys, I’m oblivious. Continue reading

My Advice: Lose Your Shit

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A lot can change in 100 days. 100 days ago my friend Wayne was still alive. 100 days ago I was patiently waiting for the man I loved to work through his commitment issues so we could start our happily ever after. 100 days ago I was commuting an hour each way to a job that had long ago lost its luster, and took mine away with it. 100 days ago I was driving past all the suburban soccer moms in my neighborhood, dreaming of being like them someday. 100 days ago the pieces of me fit together differently. Continue reading

Smudging The Jeanius Way

 

Every now and then I have a really bright idea… I like to think of them as moments of Jeanius. Unfortunately, what separates Jeanius from genius is the added layer of awkward on the inevitably misguided outcome. Continue reading

No Frogrets

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I’ve worked at the same company for almost 10 years. For 9 of those years I’ve had to submit an annual budget for my department. Every year, without fail, I request a frozen yogurt machine. Every. Year. Sadly my request never gets pushed through to the final budget that is presented to the Board, but I continue to fight the good fight. Squeaky wheel and all that yada yada.  Continue reading

An Open Letter to the Man Who Broke My Heart

IMG_9745 (1)The ghost of you haunts every inch of my house. There’s no escaping it. Every time I walk through the entryway it cuts right through me. I think about how you’d come over and we’d meet at the front door Continue reading