Genius Like Mine

Mike and I went to see a play tonight with a couple that we are good friends with. It was a great play, and we had a great night with them - but something happened that night that was, for me, very jarring.

During the intermission, a man and a woman moved past us to get into the lobby and stretch their legs. With a jolt, I realized that the woman trying not to step on my feet was someone that I had once been very good friends with - in fact, someone that had once been my best friend. She didn't see me - she had kept her head down, making sure to avoid all the feet. More...

It's been almost three months since my last posting, but here's all I have to say:

Got back from the marriage and honeymoon, and, in the grand tradition of all O'Neill-Kellogg vacations, Mike got sick. So I went to back to work and he stayed home and coughed up lungs.  I came home from work that day and made dinner - yes, I actually cooked. While trying to microwave baked potatoes, the microwave died. Crap. More...

I’ve given up on not being a self-obsessed bride. With T-minus 9 weeks and counting until the wedding, I am having a hard time not obsessing. Not over myself, but over the wedding, and usually on whatever is going to go wrong or whatever is driving me nuts about wedding planning and the wedding industry in general.

Example: a couple weeks ago, Mike and I went to Macys, Bed Bath & Beyond, and Home Depot to register for gifts. At the more wedding-oriented stores of Macys and BBB, we were helped by perky twenty-something wedding consultants who were also dangerously attractive. Not that I was worried about Mike noticing their good looks – it was more like I was struck with how beatific their faces were when they smiled and sweetly told me not to look at price tags when I scanned items to go on our registry. More...

I don't get nightmares often; when I do, they almost inevitably involve creepy-crawlies, like spiders and snakes. Although I've never been bitten by one, the black widow has long been a pet terror of mine. And only a few months ago, I woke up so convinced that there was an Anaconda under my pillow that I made Mike wake up and slide his hand around the sheets to make sure the bed was reptile-free before I would go back to sleep.

So me actually having a bad dream is pretty rare - rarer still is the instance where I have a bad dream that doesn't involve arachnids or slithering animals. But boy, did I get a doozie last night. More...

So I haven't written anything new in a while, mainly because I am having doubts about writing in general.

It's weird - it's like I woke up one day and thought, "I just don't know about this." Which is a weird thing to do, considering that writing for me is a hobby, not a form of income or a lifestyle choice. And then, after thinking about it, I realized that my writing freeze was a reaction to a bunch of stuff that had been going on. More...