Perty Nerdy: Unplugged

Have you ever planned with your best friend to get pregnant at the same time so you could experience the bloated hormonal ups and downs together? Have you ever decided to secretly break that pact because you like naked-boning your husband and protected sex after two years of marriage is not arousing? And then, did you still end up pregnant with your best friend because she also secretly broke the pact? Even when we lie to each other, we’re still on the same page. THAT’S true friendship, right? Let’s analyze.  If you haven’t read my first post about “How my best friend’s ex became my husband” I encourage you to because this particular relationship is winding and strange and delightfully complex. The over-simplified summary is this: Sean dated Amy Sean told me she said that we should be together if they ever broke up Amy repeated those sentiments the next day They continued to date until one day they didn’t Everyone thought we should date except for us He liked me but I had no conc...

I know, I know. You were expecting my introductory story (Part 2 of 3) in which I describe how my husband's ex-girlfriend and I planned to have babies together and how she had my daughter. That story is coming, I promise. Chickens. Chickens are the reason for this week's blog re-route. (left to right) Sideshow Barbara, Ruby, Betty, Marge, Lavernne We have a little urban homestead, on which we currently raise 17 chickens. Because we sell our overstock, I have a customer that I drop eggs off to weekly. In front of her house is a free book library . Apparently, it's popular enough that someone turned it into a Pokestop on Pokemon Go .  It struck me that I have a pile of books. A pile of books with my published short story in it. A pile of books just sitting in my office, collecting dust. Folks, my brain is smart. But not smart enough to have thought about putting my book in there.... until today. I can spare a dusted off copy for this adorable little library. Free library and...

 It's Saturday, the unspoken day I decided would be a blogging day. (Don't hold me to this, folks. I could decide on a whim to blog seven days a week or once per month. Heck, I might vary it for ya just to keep you on your toes!) While I have a vague internal outline of the many posts and stories I want to share on this platform, the daunting task of deciding which will be my first is ... well ... daunting.  In my first post, I mentioned some personal details - partly for the "shock" factor, but mostly because I WANT my audience to get to know me. All of me. Even the embarrassing parts of me. I don't share those details on other platforms because "algorithms".  If you're reading this, you're probably eager to hear those stories. Of the three I teased, the one that would give you the best idea of who I am starts with my husband's ex-girlfriend, Amy. This is a LONG story that will come in three parts. Today, you're getting Part 1.  Sean ...

Who knew that blogs were still a thing? Show of hands ... anyone? Surely - they're no longer relevant... Also, I can't see your hands, silly. Greetings, fellow nerds! I find myself pondering (as I'm sure you are) the curious decision to embark on a journey often deemed as "old-fashioned" — yes, I'm starting a blog. In a world where tweets fly at the speed of light and TikToks capture the attention of millions in milliseconds, the humble blog may seem like a relic from a bygone era, a digital dinosaur clinging to relevance. Yet, here I am, defiantly embracing this virtual parchment to share my nerdy musings with you all. But why, you may ask, would a writer, podcaster, content creator and tabletop gamemaster like myself choose to venture like this?  Allow me to present my case in defense of this antiquated blog. Depth of Forgotten Details:  While a podcast episode or a YouTube video may offer a snapshot of an idea or topic, often I find there are details droppe...