To my readers of the past six years, Earlier this week, I made the decision to retire Out and Back, the blog I’ve been writing since 2005. I know at least a couple of you have been with me since the beginning or close to it, and I’m grateful for your loyalty over the years. [...]
Archive for the ‘Blathering’ Category
A change is as good as a rest
Posted in Blathering, Random thoughts on April 27, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
And you thought I was done blogging about marriage….
Posted in Blathering, Love, Men suck, Neuroses, tagged jackwagonry, Marriage on April 22, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
…I read an article on Salon.com this morning that sent the subject of marriage hurtling back to the forefront of my overtired brain. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that in this particular case, the idea of marriage is more of a jumping-off point for the thoughts I’m about to [...]
Hmmmm….
Posted in Blathering, Stuff I dig on April 12, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
…so you might wonder, after reading yesterday’s post, whether or not I’m still affected by all the shit that went down with the whole five-minute (er, five-week) engagement last year, and more specifically, by the dude to whom I was oh-so-briefly engaged. I suppose, if I’m being truthful, that I am still affected by that [...]
Truth to power
Posted in Blathering, Neuroses, Status report, tagged awe, quotations on March 24, 2011 | 1 Comment »
. . .You’re like a dog at the dump, baby- you’re just lickin’ at an empty tin can, trying to get more nutrition out of it. And if you’re not careful, that can’s gonna get stuck on your snout forever and make your life miserable. So drop it. -Richard from Texas, in Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat [...]
So what does it mean?
Posted in Blathering, Love, Neuroses, tagged Marriage on March 16, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Post note: I started writing this post well over a month ago, and then life intervened and I’m just now getting around to finishing it. Look for more blogular action from my corner of the internet soon. I’m back on the marital soapbox, as it were. With today’s little post, I plan to take a [...]
Bridezilla, or the Cult of the Bride
Posted in Blathering, Love, Neuroses, tagged Marriage on January 8, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
For my first little commentary on the institution of marriage, I’d like to be somewhat linear and start with that ritual that is typically the precursor to a marriage: the wedding. More specifically, I’d like to discuss how generally horrified I am at how downright ridonkulous weddings have become in this day and age.
From this day forward
Posted in Blathering, Love, Neuroses, tagged Marriage on January 7, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Don’t say I didn’t warn you! I have marriage on the brain — not in that unbearably vehement, nagging, hyperventilating, psychotic Bridezilla sort of way (yuck) but rather in a more philosophical, analytical sort of way. Let’s be real and consider the source for a moment: me. Me, who in the space of a decade [...]
A diamond is forever?
Posted in Blathering, Love, Neuroses on January 6, 2011 | 1 Comment »
I got some pretty positive, supportive responses to my post earlier this week about my “leftover” engagement ring, including a really great reality check from my old high school friend, Leonard, in the form of a link to this article from the February 1982 edition of the Atlantic Monthly. Though nearly 30 years old, the [...]
Those Scars of Mine
Posted in Blathering, Health, tagged Plinky on October 3, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Today’s Plinky prompt asks us to write a story about getting a scar, either one of our own or an imagined one. In my case, the truth is stranger than fiction, so below is the absolutely true story of how I got the two wickedest scars on my body. 1995 Cherry Coke So here’s the [...]
Gratitude
Posted in Blathering, Family, Love on July 30, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
It occurs to me that I’ve spent a lot of time whining on this blog lately. I think my whining is (a little) justifiable given the crap I’ve been contending with over the past few months, but at the same time I’m growing sick of it. And if I’m sick of it, the readers have [...]