Posted by: missconstrued on: February 10, 2009
A.K.A.:
You can’t make me! #4230
The boy has a girl. Or, the dude has a dudette, more specifically. An older woman. And who would dh and I be if we didn’t try and school him in the ways of love?
Now, if there is ONE thing that I have learned about td, it’s that you CANNOT tell [...]
Posted by: missconstrued on: January 9, 2009
I’ve been thinking about it, and I think part of my problem is that I’m not FORCING myself to sit down and write. I’m playing, “la la la, I’ll get to it LATER!” Well guess what? There is no later on this island. Just NOW, DAMNIT! And then when I get to a place where [...]
Posted by: missconstrued on: June 30, 2008
It’s hard to describe being back home again. “Whirlwind” comes to mind. Exhaustion is another adjective. Intertwined, another. Complicated a fourth.
As the 4th nears, so does the rest of my extended family, as if beckoned by some silent internal devices – telling them it is time to come home. As is common with my family, the [...]
Posted by: missconstrued on: May 23, 2008
There’s something to be said for old friends, I think. People who you’ve known since you were 14, 13, 12. Or even 30. Being in touch with them again and getting the chance to see them again is…I don’t know the words to describe it. When I was little and used to go back to [...]
Posted by: missconstrued on: January 17, 2008
Possibly the biggest fight that I ever got into with Momma was about the military. “You knew what you were getting into when you married that man,” she’d unfailingly retort whenever I griped about one regulation, rumor, or remark (that man, see: dh, who has since abandoned all things military after I begged and pleaded) [...]
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