|Posted by Tammy L Boehm on May 17, 2019 at 10:55 AM||comments (0)|
I woke up this morning at 2:00 with a knot in my gut and a roaring headache. After slamming a glass of water and popping a couple of Bayer I flopped around in my bed until I was able to get myself in a position where the banging sensation in my skull would allow me to sleep just a little longer. It’s almost 12 hours and several aspirins later and still the monster in my cranium bangs away. God only knows what causes the little brain gremlins to rage as they do but they are m...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Tammy L Boehm on May 16, 2019 at 10:50 AM||comments (0)|
So here I am after an interminable hiatus and you’d think I’d come
back poignant, eloquent and gracious as my advancing age would
suggest. About that. If you ever read me you know that’s an
expectation too lofty for THIS page. Although, I do have a heart and
it’s been on said heart to post something, anything for several
months. I’m a writer. I’m never at a loss for words, but I am at a
giant deficit for time. Again, if y...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Tammy L Boehm on November 14, 2017 at 9:50 AM||comments (0)|
In an effort to never repeat the start of my Monday, I dragged myself up a half hour earlier. And although the Queen must surely have a sensor on the throne because she also made use of the amenities immediately after me - she did toddle back to her bedchambers leaving me unseen and unscathed. Barring the minor altercation with the vacuum cleaner (when things that suck meet in the dark - who puts a vacuum right by the basement door?) I was able to make it to work without so...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Tammy L Boehm on November 13, 2017 at 9:50 AM||comments (0)|
I'm sure you've seen it. Those lovely autumnal themed, sun-dappled shots of well-coiffed, pantsuited boomers, toned arms lovingly draped over a diminutive, smiling senior engaging in some banality all set to ambient music? Cut to some denizen of sitcoms past - also well-coiffed, regurgitating some misty-eyed vignette about "doing the right thing, when we noticed grandpa couldn't recite Pi to the 25th decimal anymore."
Right. The truth is more like this:
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|Posted by Tammy L Boehm on August 22, 2017 at 10:45 AM||comments (0)|
It’s been awhile. It may be another while after this post. Hard to tell. Life is messy and complex and full of moments of uberadulting and it’s been this way for years. I can’t tell you why I stopped blogging regularly. I guess I just got tired of the same old same old. It was enough to live the bull excrement. Talking about it just added a maggoty layer I couldn’t stomach any more.
That being said, I was rabidly composing a guest spot for my a...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Tammy L Boehm on January 17, 2016 at 9:45 AM||comments (0)|
I saw it today. Stark aberration in my periphery. Flaccid and pale it was, like wan chicken fat under plucked skin. It blotted everything in the rear view mirror, jolting my reverie of quit snow dancing across the road, resting on quilted cover lawns and frosting happy trees with dollops of white on spruce. So many distractions in the metal box, the meandered chatter punctuated with hiccup sighs and upended sentences. Now this…my neck in all its grisly middle aged wattling display. Like...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Tammy L Boehm on July 31, 2015 at 10:45 AM||comments (0)|
Here I marinate in my miasma, on the slimy cusp of a six week long work induced brain numbing frenzy - in those doldrums before the excrement commences again....As much as I'm grateful to be employed and respectful of my cobeleaguered office mates I'm beyond ready for a change....
Ever since I said "I do", signed a mortgage, and committed to parenthood I've attempted to be responsible, but I've reached the realization that all wo...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Tammy L Boehm on May 22, 2015 at 10:40 AM||comments (0)|
The day broke early with the plaintive bleating of the neighbors goats as I disentangled myself from the nest of perpetually untucked sheets. I found the younger spawn already engaged in an epic online battle, headset cocked, cat on lap and the world on ignore. If only it were that easy to shut this life out.
I’ve already showered, started the laundry, cursed the incessant squawking parrot and fought back tears. (and it’s only 7:00 am) If I allow myself th...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Tammy L Boehm on February 18, 2015 at 9:40 AM||comments (0)|
So I'm sitting here waiting for the dear head of household to return from his obligatory one Sunday at the warehouse a month purgatory. The Heir and the spare are draped across various pieces of furniture in the living room transfixed by the latest airing of game grumps or some inane video understood and appreciated only by young bachelor lions in small groups, and I am afforded a moment to think. It's probably not a good thing.
You see there is a reason I rarely blog...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Tammy L Boehm on August 9, 2014 at 10:25 AM||comments (0)|
So yesterday whilst rooting around amongst ancient Roman deceased I found my metaphorical feet skipping down a particularly winding rabbit trail. I’ve been fascinated by British mythology ever since I saw the movie Camelot as a young ‘un (No I was not actually present prior to the Crusades, thankyouverymuch) I’ll even admit to a girly crush on Nigel Terry in the lead role of Excalibur. There I was, ferreting out the lineage of minor Roman prefects to Boudica and suddenly I s...Read Full Post »