The Mess That Is Me

The Mess That Is Me is merely my unique observations about this crazy world that surrounds us and how I fit into it. Here I will share parts of my writing process and fears, some of our travels and reports of our events, and even about our quirky family. So grab a cup of coffee, settle back, and see what lies within this twisted mind of mine.

The ceremony is finally a collection of overpriced pictures in a pristine photo album. The cake has been cut, the birdseed thrown at the...

“You won’t believe it, but I just took the mother lode of all dumps. It was amazing.” The girls and I just stared at the youngest male...

This is the month. As a matter of fact, it’s less than a week away; that fateful day where the first of the children will be leaving the...

“I just received the invite for my ten year reunion. I’m so excited!” Sarah sat on the back porch, giggles oozing from her pores. I sat...

I can't help it. I am a judger of people, especially stupid people, and there are a lot of them to judge. I also judge appearances. I...

It’s a very old game, older than Hide-and-Seek or Peek-A-Boo. It’s not a board game or a card game even though it is played indoors for...

"Did you remind Teri to get my Stuff?" "You needed Stuff? What Stuff?" Does Stuff have a definition? Am I supposed to know what Stuff...

Everyone has preferences as to where they choose to live whether in a house, a condo or an apartment. Personally, I refuse to live in an...

When the girls started making plans for our cruise back in October, we looked into getting passports. Char had never had one, vowing she...

I think in rabbit trails. I’m told that I talk that way as well, but I can’t help it. I start talking about a topic and something is said...