Get me outta here! Tale of a Bloggart. Miss McCracken has always served as an outlet for the negative feelings that I had. When I was angry, bitter, depressed, I spoke through this name. When I speak as Autumn. I sound cheerful or instructive, and it annoys me to no end! Do you know what I JUST realized? Miss McCracken is my imaginary friend.

I look at my husband and wonder where we went. The couple we were when we first got together. Our bodies may have limits, but we lack the sense of adventure that we used to have.

Just the journal of a guy. In many ways, I regret that.

A blog for all that goes on in our family. Please update your bookmarks, RSS feeds, and email subscriptions. This blog will no longer be updated, and will be deleted in a month or two. Genevieve is Welcomed Into the Church. I never forget the cake. And this one was exceptionally yummy.

I had ribs for lunch. Thursday, July 25, 2013. Dad sat down on the edge of my bed, placed his hand on my shoulder, shaking it gently. Dad never woke me up in the mornings. You lost two friends last night. Wednesday, May 15, 2013. First Bike, Marion Avenue, and Earning Respect. It was in that tr.

I just spoke to my birth mother. A lot of this year has been rather stink-tastic. My stress level is up to there and my emotions are not far behind what with work and life and injury. Today was going to be a good day. Today would involve treats and specialness and presents and cake. How about a cuppa for the drive to work; perfect! The first .