Once upon a time....

     This is not a fairy tale, or at least, it hasn't been a fairy tale.  But who wants a sugary sweet story, I mean, really? Anyway, lets get you caught up.  I got married when I was 20 and after a few difficult and unhappy years, I left.  I thought it was temporary, I thought he would realize how much he missed me and that he would see the error of his ways (the many, many errors) and beg me to come back; needless to say, that didn't happen (and this is a great example of how naive I can be).  Actually, he made it very clear that he was just fine with my leaving - I had to hire not just one, but two constables to find him just so I could finalize the divorce.

     Let's skip ahead another few years until I meet Mr. G - a cigarette smoking, coffee drinking, Irish, rock-and-roll lighting designer.  It wasn't exactly love at first sight, but there was definitely an interest; like when a biologist discovers a species that was thought to be extinct, or when an astronomer discovers a new galaxy, that sense of wonder, and a tiny bit of fear.  He was exciting, and goofy, and angry, and sexy.  We would laugh, and argue, and eat, and... well, love.  So we moved in together, and traveled, acquired two cats, and got engaged.  And we struggled; we struggled with anger and selfishness and compromise, it seemed impossible and foolish to stay together.  But we did - we were married on September 9th last year, it was the best day of our life together, and that's not fluff.

     We still fight, we are still working on being a partnership and not just two separate people who happen to sleep in the same bed, but we love each other - this sounds stupidly sappy, I know, I'm cringing as I'm typing - but it's true.  He makes me so frustrated with all his principles and standards and I make him furious with my inability to properly clean the fridge and my misplaced sarcasm, but he is my best friend and I am the funniest person he knows (ask him, he'll tell you).  

     So that brings us to where we are today; essentially, but not really.  Mr. G is always telling me to "get to the point", but he doesn't understand that the tangents are important too.  So I created a place where I can derail the thought train whenever I want.  Or maybe it's an attempt to stay on track; regardless, I've got some time on my hands and a brain full of.... thoughts, opinions, beliefs, junk - who knows what's in there.  So I'm just gonna put it out there, whatever 'it' turns out to be.
                                                         -AG