Well, today has been a pretty tough day.

I'm minus my car tomorrow because my mom's car is in the shop, and she' borrowing mine.

good thing I don't gotta work tomorrow, but I guess I'll have to miss my group therapy.

Ah, well.

It could have been worse

* building in downtown Napa after the earthquake

Watch this youtube video first.

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Now that you've done that, here is the good news.

I don't know if it is a good or bad sign to be mistaken for an FtM transsexual. Someone stopped me in the store today and said "honey, you were born a woman, you should remain a woman."

I just had my Nasal Surgery Today to fix my deviated Septum and about 4 other issues in my nose and I feel like crap.

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Things are a little stressed around here. My mom is sick, my dog is sick, and I had a tough moment with Sharon. See, the other night I took my daughter and her mother out for groceries and mentioned I had just written a story and was pretty happy with it. My daughter, who loves stories, wanted to know what I named it, and Sharon butted in and told her "You don't want to know that stuff. It isnt for kids."

So apparently, I cant share the one part of my life I'm actually proud of with my daughter, and it hurts ...

This whole year has been a roller-coaster of feels and thrills.

My dear sister Jaci is feeling sick, so if you're so inclined, send her some good wishes.

Well, some of you might remember a while back one of my male co-workers tried to pat me on the back only for me to freeze like he was going to stab me instead, so I wanted to pass on an update.

I am currently writing a short story that is quite sexual in nature and was wondering if it would offend people if I posted it. Also, if I chose to sell on Amazon, do you think I should do it under Katie Leone or should I use another name to keep it separate.

It's amazing how much life can change when you're not paying attention. Yesterday was my birthday and I spent it with my sister, first time in 5 years someone even remembered when I was born. It was a, good feeling honestly. Even more so when I'm a year and a half into my transition, and my sister has accepted it. A while back I spent Easter with her, as a sort of...trial run to see if I wanted to risk bringing her back into my life. So I put on a dress grabbed my purse and headed out to her apartment. I had fun. Fast forward to August 13th, and I was invited over to her place again.

It was my son's funeral today. I didn't attend because I knew I'd not be welcome and might have said or done something. According to my ex, some dickhead of a Baptist minister did quite a religious service and didn't mention our family once. It's not just me who is non-religious, my son was as well. One of my daughter's friends told him so afterwards. Again good job I wasn't there or he might still be picking bits of the Old testament from a very tender place.

I'm sure this is no news to most of you here, but it still has to be said: getting depressed sucks.

[I published this at TG Stories under the name Jane Sweet and I had some interesting feedback]

I've discovered that I can't write effectively with my flight or fight instinct broken and on. It's been a while since it was this bad. My writing is suffering. I'm here with my limited work area, setup in the room I'm sleeping in at my mothers house. My brain screams at me that there is danger, and I know that there isn't, but it won't shut up. Not easy to write when that's ongoing. I had high hopes that my vacation would be a lot of writing, and it's been the opposite.

At least my mood stabilizer is keeping me stable in regards to moods.

a while back Bailey Summers did a bit where he used the analogy of using spoons to represent a portion of one's physical, emotional, and psychological strength to deal with life.

As long as I could remember I have wanted to be an author. This was before wanting to be a teacher or wanting to be an Olympic wrestler. Ever since the third grade I knew I wanted to see my name in print, I wanted to tell stories and I wanted to write books. Are there any out there that had his desire for so long?

Five years and 21 hours, according to the counter. I'm sure I didn't register at midnight BST, so I think I'll take the hours figure with a pinch of salt :)

Hi folks, after such touching commentaries concerning Seven years of Bike (perhaps we could get John Williams to do the soundtrack?)I hate to say I probably won't write one tonight. Been a bit of a busy day driving up to Wales to take my ex to Cardiff to buy a new suite, cooking lunch for her(my suggestion)and then going to see my daughter and doing a ride with her in the afternoon. She's still not back to her old self so I really appreciated her giving her time and energy to indulge me a ride. Then driving back and sorting out two rapacious moggies.

I've been thinking a lot about puberty.

I mean, that's the closest I can probably come to describing what I'm going through - the high estrogen levels, the growing breasts, the mood swings ...

after 3 months in wheelchair I can put full weight on the leg/ankle I broke on April 12 . I can now walk with a walker short distances , it's hard and I get tired fast but going in the right direction . Small baby steps next step will be using a cane . The doctor said 6 month and I told him Labor Day 4 & 1/2 months I am on track for the Labor Day date WOO-HOO
Thanks to everybody who has sent me get well wishes HUGS RICHIE