I have been married for 10 years as of today. That is more than 1/3rd of my life. No joke. I’m 30-years-old at the end of this year, but not yet. So my math holds tight. Way back, before Luke was born, when Pat and I were separated and he had just moved out with [...]
I Don’t Have Photographic Evidence
Posted March 26th 2013 by kmarrsOn the 19th of March, my mom, sister and I piled into my mom’s car and drove. Her GPS “Maddy” took us the scenic route past farms, cows, horses and trains, without an interstate in sight. But we were in no hurry. We gave ourselves 5 hours to make a 2 hour drive. We got [...]
Life List 151-200
Posted January 23rd 2013 by kmarrsThis list is no where near it’s end but my OCD drive to organize is kicking in. As such, this will be my last actual post regarding what I hope to accomplish in my life. However, as I sort my goals into categories, I will keep the link in the top right, also found here, [...]
Life List 101-150
Posted January 22nd 2013 by kmarrsBucket list, life list, call it what you will. Here are items number 101-150. Ans as always, you can see the entire list as completed thus far, including what I’ve managed to check off the list as completed can be found here. 101. See the Colosseum of Rome 102. See the Leaning Tower of Pisa [...]
Life List 51-100
Posted January 21st 2013 by kmarrsAnyone who has been reading me since last March, might remember I’m working on building, and completing the activities on, a life list. Being legally insane, I’ve decided that since I was born in 1983, I wanted a life list of 1983 items, keeping in mind that I am with reality enough to go ahead [...]
Ginny Rose
Posted November 11th 2012 by kmarrsThis is little Ginny Rose, whom is named for my Maternal Grandmother Virginia. Little Ginny is forever perched on my right shoulder. Her and her books. Years ago, my mom and sister got matching cherry blossoms. With Rachel and I having been born right outside DC, it was a way to tie my mom and [...]
Guided Fall
Posted August 14th 2012 by kmarrsLetting go and leaning back, trusting the rope I was hanging from, the pullies in the ceiling, and my friend I was hooked to was exhilarating. The third time. The first had a touch of “OMG I am going to die” fear. But by that point I had scaled a good 12+ feet up that [...]
