There are so many moving pieces involved when someone you love dies. None of them are easy. You deal with the bad just to stumble into the worse. It’s devastatingly hard. One of the hardest things for me to come to terms with when Justin died was that he never woke up. He lived for 10 days after his aneurysm but never woke up. We were talking one minute and then we… weren’t. He was here, and then he wasn’t. I didn’t get to say goodbye. The kids didn’t get to say goodbye. I’ve been inching my way towards writing about that night, but fucking hell it’s hard. That night…

Today sucks. I don’t really have one specific reason. Nothing is wrong, but nothing is really right either. I have nothing inspiring or insightful to say today so here is a recipe for the best lasagna you’ll ever have… It will take about 3 hours to prepare … First you… Just kidding, I’m not doing shit because today sucks. So far I’ve eaten 3 pieces of watermelon (that I think fell on the floor and then got stuck back in the refrigerator,) A strawberry Uncrustable (that was still mostly frozen because I didn’t care enough to wait for it to thaw,) and an ENTIRE bag of salt and vinegar chips.…

I’ve always been a little bit (or a lot) ‘different.’ I am quirky, clumsy and messy… so freaking messy. I blurt shit out like a 5 year old that can’t wait until it’s her turn to speak. I can’t send a text message in one shot. I can’t sit and type out the entire message because if I did, by the time I got to my point, I wouldn’t remember what the actual hell I was trying to say. So I rapid fire those bitches before I forget. I talk incredibly fast, for the very same reason. I have so much to say – my thoughts bounce around in my…