tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86820633583294461742024-03-06T17:29:35.618-09:00Life in the Last FrontierAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07772427117417427298noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682063358329446174.post-45995816978008196702020-06-07T23:50:00.001-08:002020-06-07T23:56:44.191-08:00A Few Comments on Current EventsI've done SO MUCH self-reflection this last two weeks, as I imagine most of us have. As I HOPE many of us have. Self-reflection, after all, is never a bad thing. Unpleasant sometimes, perhaps, but never a bad thing in the long run.
I’ve threatened every day to sit down and write. To just write until I feel better. Until it’s all out. Until things don’t feel so heavy anymore. Until I feel like Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07772427117417427298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682063358329446174.post-12318793005144109082020-04-19T11:58:00.002-08:002020-04-19T12:01:40.851-08:00A Long Story and a Turning PointIt's funny that my last post was exactly a year ago, as of the date I start writing this post anyway. And here I am itching to write something. There must be something about February 10th that wakes up my writing bug. My desk calendar for today might have helped.
I read back over that last post now and everything rushes back. I can feel it. My entire body feels that post. When I started it, IAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07772427117417427298noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682063358329446174.post-19828965484149322912019-02-10T00:26:00.001-09:002019-02-10T10:37:51.576-09:00Pain, and More Pain...I haven't written in three months. I've been having writer's block again. I hate it. I think I know why, and I'm trying to change those circumstances, but it takes time.
I apologize in advance for some vagueness in this post. I need to write, but there are details to some of these situations that I really cannot divulge for privacy and safety reasons.
Back on November 30th we endured a pretty Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07772427117417427298noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682063358329446174.post-86485990920778342222018-11-08T21:11:00.001-09:002018-11-08T21:14:25.364-09:00AwkwardnessThis post will probably be aaaaaallllll over the place. Very representative of how my brain is functioning this week.
I want to get all of this out... but I can't. There are big things happening. And they all have to be kept quiet.
Just to avoid any misunderstandings - hubby and kiddo and I are absolutely fine. No problems at home or between any of us. In fact, hubby and I are doing better Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07772427117417427298noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682063358329446174.post-86060959659357123832018-10-29T23:08:00.000-08:002018-10-29T23:08:03.070-08:00Two Years Ago TodayTwo years ago today, I was a witness to something so powerful, I will never forget it.
I've never told this story. I have never felt like it was my story to tell. It's a story of absolutely life-altering, catastrophic pain. But not my pain. Someone else's.
Still, two years later, this experience stays with me. I am realizing it always will. I think some good could come from telling it - as longAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07772427117417427298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682063358329446174.post-45138451041059524132018-09-29T23:54:00.003-08:002018-09-30T00:01:54.972-08:00Disney Dreams
During the 6 years we spent attempting to become parents, we developed a whole lot of dreams and wishes about things we wanted to do with our future child(ren). Of course, our clueless childless brains had no idea what parenthood was actually like, so in our minds, this was merely a to-do list that would be easy and fun to check off!
Uhh... enter reality.
True, we've taken him to the Space Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07772427117417427298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682063358329446174.post-31953558704152099192018-09-28T23:13:00.001-08:002018-09-28T23:18:18.606-08:00Anxiety, Guided Meditation, and the Calm App!
Wow, what is this, three blog posts inside a couple of weeks? I'm about to set a new personal best (since Aidan was born anyway).
At some point, I plan to tell you all what prompted my random return. That is, once I have the courage. It is something really out of left field that I never expected. I confessed it to my therapist the other day and she, in between both of our fits of laughter, Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07772427117417427298noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682063358329446174.post-22374279975344782742018-09-22T23:19:00.000-08:002018-09-22T23:28:26.579-08:00My First Momcation (Ugh, I Don't Even Like That Word)Believe it or not, our kid just turned eight. EIGHT. I know everyone says this, but seriously... how and when did this all happen? Didn't we just bring him home from the hospital a week ago? So bizarre.
Parenthood does weird things to your brain. And your heart. And your body. But that's a whole other post. Long one.
It's been almost five years now since The Great Mistake, which is what I now Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07772427117417427298noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682063358329446174.post-63362934004258990972018-09-17T10:35:00.000-08:002018-09-17T22:14:34.088-08:00Current TV ObsessionSo, here's a little-known fact about me, because I know you people live for those...
(That was sarcasm, for those slow on the uptake.)
I fall in love with TV shows, on average, 5-10 years after they are popular.
(Speaking of slow on the uptake! Who am I to talk?!)
I never watched The Office until the very last season. I have watched the entire Friends series dozens of times, but Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07772427117417427298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682063358329446174.post-28548724046304657202018-09-16T22:07:00.001-08:002018-09-16T22:34:01.417-08:00That Time I Reappeared After Two Years Away
Man, I miss this place.
I need to write more.
I know, I've said this a LOT of times. That's because it's true. I think it's actually more true now than it has ever been.
I have a therapist. She's phenomenal. (Pretty sure her kid is going to go to a great college... thanks to me.) The aforementioned phenomenal therapist says I need to write more. Doesn't even matter what it is. I just Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07772427117417427298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682063358329446174.post-22959237341649537442016-12-01T11:57:00.001-09:002018-09-17T22:23:07.675-08:00Amber vs. MoneyIn an effort to return to blogging more regularly, I'm trying really hard to get away from the whole idea that every post I write has to be a meaningful, prolonged story. Don't get me wrong, I have some pretty amazing stories to tell. And I want to. And I plan to. But right now, I really just need to focus on resurrecting my habit of writing regularly. It's so good for me. So, I'm going to start Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07772427117417427298noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682063358329446174.post-22445036730968821982016-11-20T21:29:00.000-09:002016-11-20T22:00:38.315-09:00Amber vs. AnxietyThe other day, a cousin called me kind of out of the blue. (I love it when this happens, at least if it's a relative I adore, and I especially adore this one! She might even be my favorite. Don't tell the others!) She said, "I was just driving to work, and all of a sudden I felt like I was freaking out, just super nervous for no reason at all. I mean, I know enough to know this is anxiety and Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07772427117417427298noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682063358329446174.post-56805981874512161992016-03-05T23:22:00.004-09:002016-03-05T23:22:54.303-09:00...And Then There Was a New House, Part 4If you haven't read the previous installments in this little series about our new house, you can start here!
So once we had the wood dry - after a lot of work and irritation - we were finally ready to move forward! At this point it had been about 8 weeks since we moved in, and we were still existing in the cat pee smell 24/7. It was getting quite old!
We knew the next step was primer. The only Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07772427117417427298noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682063358329446174.post-71773153666777458382016-02-26T23:27:00.000-09:002016-10-04T13:46:47.912-08:00...And Then There Was a New House, Part 3(Reminder - you can click these pictures to make them larger!)
When we last visited this topic in my previous post, I was describing the horror of the refrigerator in the new house, and having to totally scrub it out and sanitize it as the movers were underfoot, unloading everything we owned. The whole process of having movers touching everything we own is enough to put my introverted self into Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07772427117417427298noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682063358329446174.post-3622484491794713772016-02-06T23:18:00.000-09:002016-10-04T13:46:16.176-08:00...And Then There Was a New House, Part 2If you haven't already, you may want to read my previous post, which is the first part of this story. If you already read it and you're coming back to read the resolution of this little cliffhanger, I'm not sure I'll get all the way to the end in this one post. We'll see.
So, after months of waiting to see this house empty for the first time, we flung that door open, and...
SLAP!
Right Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07772427117417427298noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682063358329446174.post-13890531545336404962016-02-05T16:55:00.000-09:002016-10-04T13:44:26.636-08:00...And Then There Was a New House, Part 1Once upon a time, probably nine-ish months ago, a co-worker who was preparing to retire approached me and asked me if we were interested in buying her house. At the time, we had been in our "temporary" apartment for well over a year - longer than we'd hoped - and we were planning to wait another few months before we got pre-qualified and began house hunting, since we were in a lease.
When she Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07772427117417427298noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8682063358329446174.post-55401704417810676052015-03-11T23:00:00.001-08:002015-03-11T23:00:52.306-08:00Some Heavy Stuff
I must interrupt this blog series about our family vacation to get some things off my chest.
First, let me be very clear. This blog is my space to write about anything I wish. Writing is very cathartic to me. I am somewhat careful about keeping this reasonably anonymous. I'm sure people could find out who I am if they tried hard enough, but you'll notice I often omit names or details in an Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07772427117417427298noreply@blogger.com0