Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Finger on the Trigger...aka The Reclaimation

I boldly stepped onto the porch in the dawn of the bright sunlight. Finger on the trigger. I stared stared them down. They held their ground. I took a deep breath and slowly pulled the trigger. The first one went down easily. I felt empowered. Faster and faster I went until I built myself into a frenzy. One came at me as if to show proof of his resolve. But swatted him away as if he were a mere fly to me. My skin no longer crawled as I felt vindication creeping in, and I did not stop until my internet sworn by solution of of Dawn Soap and Bleach were emptied. I turned back, stepping over hard crunchy bodies of stink bugs, careful not to crush them as I headed in for a refill.

Monday, September 10, 2012

I'm Baaack!

"I'm baaack!" Oh how cheesy and cliche a statement to use, yet I found nothing more thrilling and appropriate to say to commemorate, nay - announce, my return to the world of blogging. It has been far too long, and I must admit I never realized how much I would miss it.

When I first began writing here, it was for a class project; though, it was truly something I had always wanted to do. It quickly became my evening ritual, something I that I had come to look forward to at the end of the day the way others look forward to a cup of tea and a book. It was my therapy.

No matter what happened during the day, or no matter what was on my mind, I always had a place to vent and someone to listen to -- albeit total strangers across the web. My husband, who I do love dearly, ceased listening  years back. My words to him (seemingly a recent chauvinist convert) have become the mindless ramblings of an oversensitive female unless it is a discussion he started or a discussion about our child and even that is slim pickings on the attention scale.

Though, in some instances, I truly understand. What man wants to constantly talk about these new and intriguing menopause symptoms, antics of my baby boy, or my frustration in the lack of comfortable shoes in the world? And yes, he did listen not only intently but with true critical discourse about similar topics when we were dating.  But truth be told, I don't always care to share anyway. Men always try to solve things even when you all you wanted to do was vent. The last thing I want from him when I am recalling an interesting event or hypothetical situation, is his answer for what I should have done. No! I would rather hold it in until I have time to write on my blog. That way, the responses are genuine because they are from unbiased total strangers who truly care, mostly because they only read the blogs that they themselves can relate to.

Thus, being without a computer for an entire summer was torture. But now I am back! And I just want to say how much I have missed you all... whoever you are!