*Striking* Changes Between 5th Grade and 35

When I was in elementary school, I developed a terrorizing fear of thunderstorms.  For a period of time in 5th grade, I wouldn't even go to school or stay a full day for fear of being home alone during one after school.  The intensity of that fear diminished over time, but it wasn't until my early adulthood that I could even tolerate a storm. 

I think it must have been becoming a mother that really changed it for me.  I don't know if it was an instinct or something happened that forced me to change, but I remember when Olivia and I were first on our own and a storm came.  I only remember holding her, which I did all the time anyway, and downplaying it.  I don't remember feeling afraid.  I remember teaching her about the sounds.

Now, when one blows up or I hear it coming, I settle in to listen or watch.  If I'm at work, it's even better.  Being up on the 6th floor gives a good view of the tree branch lightning bolts.  If there's an empty patient room nearby, I sneak in to watch through the windows. 

I'm sitting here now listening to the thunder and rain.  The blinds are down so I don't see the lightning, but it just hits me how the hands of time have turned and how different things are in yet another aspect of my life.   

The Shit Storm Already Started

I know I am pretty Internet savvy.  I have a good friend who actually calls me "google" and uses me instead of the web when she needs something.  However, it never EVER occurred to me when I set this thing up that when I was answering those silly little about me questions it could wreak havoc on my life.

My interests in life are pretty simple in some ways and in others, they are outrageous.  I am intrigued at how different bodies of water get their names.  Seriously, what makes a cove different from a bay and at what size does a pond become a lake?  I digress....I learned the hard way tonight that by throwing in that I'm fond of sex in that little section, it can apparently lead others to believe that this blog is about some porn or this blogger is looking for hook ups.  WTMFS?

More power to the people who are, but it ain't so.  Come Sunday night, I won't promise not to breathe heavy and open an online forum to discuss the werepanther or vamp pairings, but my own stuff is most likely not going to be up for discussion.  I'm definitely not on a hunt either, just to make that clear.

In other news,  Hell wants its heater back.  They're getting cold down there.  Also, I saw a sand bar (technically a dirt bar) in the Yadkin River today.  Summer is kicking central NC's ass.

Welcome to my crazy life

Fair warning, this may not be suitable for sensitive eyes. 


I used to blog back in the day on MySpace.  It was a tremendous outlet for me during the worst days of my life.  Sometimes, it was pure misery leaking from my pores and out through my fingertips.  Others, I felt like I was doing stand-up from my keyboard.  It never really mattered.  All that mattered was that all of the chaos in my head, in my life was coming out in a way that really couldn't hurt anyone.  Now, don't get me wrong, there were times I called a bitch out and some feelings were hurt, but generally speaking....


This blog is for me.  I'm not looking to build a fan base, but hal-la-lu-yer if I get one.  ;-)