It has been brought to my attention that I need to pay more attention to this page (again)(and again)(and yet again). I agree (again)(and again)(at some point I’m just going to delete and start over but what the hell, it’s already here).
Welcome to my little place of insanity!
If you have the grand distinction of having stumbled upon this site- welcome! Why don’t you just sit a spell? Take your coat off and stay awhile? Okay enough with the cliches.
On with the introduction…
I am now 29 30 31 32, doing this on my ipad and can’t figure out how to strike through but I’m now 33 years old and no longer a newlywed (side note: what exactly is the cutoff for newlywed distinction? Or is it even a time issue? Maybe you cross the newlywed threshold the moment your husband goes to the bathroom with the door open or you no longer get that immediate weird feeling when you introduce him as your husband. Hmmm, I don’t know). still married. haven’t killed him yet.
I’m still trying to get knocked up. Had a few tests run… all normal, of course. So we are moving on hopefully here in the next couple of months.
We are in the limbo stage of still trying to get pregnant but at the same time trying to figure out how to “move on”. Move on isn’t really the right sentiment but it comes to a point where you can’t focus everything on getting pregnant anymore. You can’t make decisions based on when you get pregnant and when you have kids. You have to start making decisions and plans for now and not let that mythical pregnancy become a factor.
Fuck it.
We are your typical left brain/right brain couple. He is an IT contractor with the DoD while I am, once again always, an unemployed music director/liturgist. After years of searching for jobs and coming up empty I finally somehow landed a gig writing a weekly column for a local newspaper. I am also currently trying to learn the craft of screenwriting in hopes of getting a job in sitcom writing someday.
We’ve got two three dogs- Ginger, Bronco, and baby Ninja, who (as documented often) are often subjected to my camera in their face while I torture them with the promise of a treat if they will just sit and look at the camera!
If you would like more information, you can always check out this post, or check out my about.me page. If that doesn’t answer all your questions, then it probably wasn’t any of your damn business anyway.
Thanks for stopping by, and enjoy your stay!
Bird-day, and other little quirks 
I jsut have to say i really enjoy reading your blogs. You have such a vivid imagination, and you paint such a wonderful picture of your stories… It is my daily dose of belly laughter. Please keep it up.. Lots of babydust to you (Im also TTC)
God Bless you and your family, and have a wonderful day!
Megan Tysinger
Calabash NC
This was a comment left by my niece. i was searching her name on Google and this is one of the things that came up. Megan killed yourself after a long brutal abusive marriage on April 23rd 2012.
I want to thank you for every minute of happiness she git by reading your post. Thank you.
🙂
Amanda, you have a real gift for writing. The house looks like it’s coming along nicely. Keep me posted. Ann
Hi! Just found your blog through another blog & saw the post about Atlanta.. well, not living there. I do live in Atlanta, but was born in SW GA. Small world huh? Good luck to you – I’ll be following. 🙂
I’ve actually been shocked at how many people I’ve met either in real life or the internet that know someone who lives in SW Georgia or they themselves lived here at one point.
More so than any other place I’ve ever lived oddly enough.
Saw a link from Lindsey’s LTF525 blog and thought I would check out your story. Adding you to my blogs I follow. 🙂
Welcome!
Stumbeled on your blog while looking for some Sesame Street Silverware for my Granddughter, totally enjoyed except for the part about Alabama. “WE ARE PENN STATE”
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glad to be following you! sorry i left the conference without a goodbye…got so tired. let’s keep in touch, southern iron bunny. Love, the inbred (or rachel)
We do need to keep in touch own 4th cousin! I followed you as well. Next time I’m in your neck of the woods I’ll give you a holler, and you do the same.
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