When I use a microwave, knowing just how bad they are for me and all, I never ever put a solid number in. Im like mehhhhh this looks like it needs a solid 3:27. Said with total confidence and certainty. It is a bit of a superstition. Turns out I passed that on to my kids. That could easily be due to nature or nurture....
Look, if the song starts out with a harmonica, count me in. But not in public. I have this weird reaction to certain sounds, I will instantly cry. Harmonicas make the list. But fuck I love them. Sirens, fireworks, live music, especially horns…I am a mess. I have always been this way. And it is kind of nice to know my family is the same...
I am doing all I can to not write about this tiny little dog sitting in my lap. But he is all I am thinking about right now. Well him and Rob Thomas. I went for a little walk and while I was on my little walk I saw a little dog on a little walk of his own. I tried to ignore him. I...
I did not write last night. I slept. And slept and slept and woke and then slept again. I then did the normal morning “chores” which included chugging a cup of coffee and then pouring a second one like I was going to actually drink it but instead will microwave it 17 times and watch the creamer curdle with each spin it takes in this...
I woke up in a total panic this morning. I had a dream I was covered in mosquitoes, dealing with plumbers, and pooped my pants…but seemingly did not find it urgent to tend to. I like to interpret my dreams, this one I will leave alone. I do not set an alarm (bc ew) as the noise, no matter how glorious they try to make...
It is official. I have been in bed for almost 24 hours. Don’t threaten me with a good time. I started noticing I was not feeling well on Wednesday but brushed it off and washed it down with some tequila. Normally that fixes everything for me. And I mean that. As I have gotten older any time a doctor has requested I take antibiotics for...
It is pretty interesting to sit and just start writing about my day. Clearly and in full disclosure, I am selective of what I write about. I have to say, it is not my favorite way of being. I would much rather sit and type the full truth, the entire spectrum, my whole day, every thought I had, the interaction I shared, and my honest...
Today, my dog Eli made a boss power move. He spent most of the day sleeping. Sometimes while sitting in the chair next to me. Sometimes while lying in my lap. Sometimes just when I would look into his eyes and smile at him while trying to get my sons to sit still and get through our lessons today. Pretty funny to suggest they sit...
Butter. I have an obsession with large blocks of butter. Not the idea of eating it but just the pure form of it. Salted. Unsalted. It does not matter. The salt does not change its appearance but time can. With some time, it gradually softens as it sits, with less time in the sun on our back porch, it melts, and with a steady amount...
I struggled with guilt throughout the night over leaving my other grandfather out. This comes as no surprise to me as I am reluctant to separate a bottle from its lid when recycling because I feel they should remain together as they have always been attached. I also cringe when someone is not taking every food item off of their plate into the to-go box...
I disconnect in a lot of ways. Sometimes to feel safe, sometimes to distance myself because I don’t enjoy the company, and sometimes in the moment because I need to breathe alone. My sons split the unloading of the dishwasher into two “equal” parts as a routine and daily chore. Today I did the unloading as we had three tests to complete for school, yup,...
This is me. I am Bird Britt. Well, that was me, but you certainly can still identify me by my strong left-brow game. Looking at the photo it appears I started out living life as an ornery nervous wreck with scratches on my face and unkempt hair…and spoiler alert, not much has changed! So there I am and here you are. You are here because...
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