Me: I just get really anxious when you’re gone. That’s all. The Engineer: But I’ve travelled the whole time we’ve been together. Me: I know and I used to move all the furniture in front of the doors when you left. At least I don’t do that now. TE: You also lived by yourself for… Continue reading
The way his hair sticks up just so in the back the freckle on his chin Her wild tangle of hair and blueberry grin The gentle way she washes his back As he scrubs her toes The bubbles fill the tub They fill my heart Until I think it could float to the ceiling And… Continue reading Wash Day
The Engineer: I once told N she reminded me of Cyndi Lauper when we were drunk. She got really mad at me. Me: It’s because N is more metal than that. TE: She just wishes she were metal. Me: Well, not everyone can be me. TE: *laughs* You’re not all metal. There’s totally some punk… Continue reading 98% Metal
She is loved Because she was loved Can I be loved Because I created love From nothing?
Lately I’ve been looking at other people’s babies and toddlers with some sort of misty wistful longing. Perhaps it’s because my baby will be five soon and gone are those little tiny days. I wonder if there are other women out there who want just one more baby in hopes that this time, maybe, just… Continue reading
I’ve begun playing a fun new game with the Engineer. It’s called “I Heard What You Said and This is What My Brain is Telling Me You Said.” Example 1: Engineer: “It’s okay. Go out for a bit. You can stay out all day if you like.” Me: “I’m stressed and you’re trying to help… Continue reading I Like to Pick the Crazy Filter, It’s How I See the World
Welcome to a fun new segment all about my husband, the engineer, and his latest obsessions. He typically gets a new one every few weeks though not all of them produce hilarious results. Sometimes it’s a band, sometimes it’s a super volcano, and this time a bout of insomnia sent him searching for sleep hygiene… Continue reading The Engineer Researches Sleep Hygiene