Eclectic Wreckage

On February 7, my husband Rick and I will celebrate our first wedding anniversary. It seems somewhat surreal; honestly, getting married was just kind of a formality. But I suppose you deserve some background before we go any further, so here goes. The powers that be, the universal forces, God, if you will, drew us together. If it had not been for a friend of mine who decided it was time for me to meet new and interesting people post divorce, Rick and I would never have met. Yes, we met (cue menacing music) on the internet! That was in 2003 and I can’t imagine my life without him. There are days I may like to, but we’ll save that for another day. So, as luck may have it, I get this e-mail one September evening from some guy who has the screen name “VegasRicky”. Who in the hell has a screen name like that. At first glance it sounds like a character out of a bad gangster movie, you know the type, in the end he just ends up being fish food. The email said that I had an icebreaker ...

This will be my first EVER Blog entry. I have given some consideration to blogging in the past, but I have not ventured into this cozy little venue, until now. I have so much running through my mind at any given time that it is almost impossible for me to choose something to yarn over. My life is often a mess, in one way or another, a confused, yet comfortable place where my family and I butt heads and yell, and yell loudly, but in the end, we always tuck each other in with loving hugs and kisses. So, the name I have chosen, Eclectic Wreckage, is kind of appropriate. So, on with the first entry: A friend of mine, who has his own blog, wrote, in his latest entry, about a lovely, grown up evening out at a lounge, where he and his friend engaged in adult conversation and some enticing, as he called it, “fried bar food”. He also went on to say how, for the first time in his life, he really felt like a grown up. Now, after reading his blog I immediately commented on it, on Facebook, the new...