Jumping Through Hoops

After jumping through all of the precautionary hoops, we’re at the threshold of my son’s future. He was diagnosed with ADHD this summer and I was so very reluctant to medicate him. The exhusband’s wife wanted a quick-fix and I was really proud of our pediatrician for standing firm and placing all of those precautionary hoops in the path. We went to an occupational therapist, a psychologist, and he had an EKG. The OT felt like there wasn’t too much she could do for the boy. He’s mostly struggling with inattentive issues and impulse control.

Seriously? Who would ever believe that a son of mine would have impulse control issues? Heh. (more…)

Nostalgia via Camera Phone

Something came over me tonight — I’m not really sure what — but I pulled out an old scrapbook from high school.

I suppose because my high school reunion is coming up next month. Ten years, man. I thought I would feel older by now… I surely thought my life would be different. Ten years ago, I pictured my now-self married with a few children. That’s it… That’s all I had my eyes set on… Career? Pfft, who needs a career when you can just get a husband!?

Seriously. It’s crazy how things change… How time changes you.

I’m digging through my history, culling my brain for memories of things to write about. There’s heaps and heaps of stories there, I’m sure of it… But it is going to take a little bit to get the memories jogging. This is an exercise in jogging the memories.

So forgive me, friends. Because I literally just took these pictures of pictures with my camera phone. (more…)

Dance Like No One Is Watching

HELL YES!

Oh, Jameson.

You know what’s therapeutic? Recalling terrible dating stories. I seem to have more than my fair share. Ahhh, freak bacon. I’ve got a black-hole-strength suck for ‘em. (more…)

Noodle Juice On My Tit

My Worst Date Ever.

I had already had five dates with this dude. He was a web designer and lived in a great, arty neighborhood here in Atlanta. He was a couple of years older than me and one of those wonderful artistic hipster-types that actually HAD a good job.

Our first five dates were pretty great. He was a perfect gentleman, (more…)

My Bad Sex Haiku

Anna Pulley graciously posted my attempt to jump on her Haikus for Adulthood bandwagon.

Please, enjoy:

Worst sex of my life: (more…)

Good Lord

I am blown away. Fuck that, I feel blown to smithereens right now. (more…)

The List

As I often do, after a romance gone bad, I reflect a little bit and try to figure out what I need to learn, what I need to laugh about, and what I  need to throw away. I always end up back at the list.

When I was in junior high school, I was heavily involved in my church. One lesson we had that still has an effect on me was the lesson about your list — creating a list of what kind of man you want God to bring into your life and praying to God to fulfill the desires of your heart. In theory, it’s a great idea. (more…)

Mad Max

I used to work at a private montessori school as a teacher’s assistant. It was one of the hardest and most fulfilling jobs I’ve ever had and it was terribly convenient because the boy child’s class was right down the hall AND I got a hefty employee discount — so much, in fact, that it was CHEAPER than day care. Score.

One of my most favorite things was the period of time between my birthday and Christmas. Well, really, that’s just one of my favorite times, period. The weather finally changes from the eight month long summer in Atlanta to chilly, windy, crunchy-underfooted happiness. Of course, there are presents on my birthday. Then Thanksgiving. Then Christmas, which means more presents AND gift-giving. It was especially great when I was teaching because we got a whole week off for Thanksgiving and THREE weeks off for Christmas, er, um… “Winter Break” or whatever.

One year, I got tickets to go see the Rockette’s Christmas Spectacular Tour at The Fox Theater. I was STOKED because I hadn’t been to the Fox in several years and I could take the boy child! So, we gussied up, me in a standard issue LBD and his three-year-old self in dress slacks and a button up and “shiny shoes.” (more…)

Keepin’ It Classy

Imagine the cocktail of emotions when, while going through comments on the Date Wrecks Facebook page, I found this: (more…)

The Uncle At Work

In general, I think I’m something of a sexist-ageist. I adore old ladies — ornery old hags, sweet hard-candy sharing grannies, sex-crazed cougars, gospel-singing jesus loving member of their church choir. It doesn’t matter. Old ladies SPEAK to me. (more…)

Crystal Clear

I left things with David pretty clear: I wasn’t interested in dating him, we were too different and that I wanted to be his friend. Then he flipped his shit.

And by flipped his shit, I mean he left an insulting remark (more…)