Dogwood Girl

I'm Annie; I'm a mom, wife, daughter, sister. I was born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia, attended the University of Georgia, and became a Technical Writer. I write fiction on the side, including lots of unread, unfinished, and unpublished short stories. I enjoy writing, but haven't gotten around to feeling comfortable with others reading my work yet. Dogwood Girl is part of my working on that fear. I run, but not very fast. It doesn't matter, as running is more of a means to keep my spirits high and those around me alive and well - Without endorphins, i would be on the National News. I have trouble following through on things. I like to grow things. I like puzzles and games. I like to challenge myself, and my problem with challenges is usually my follow through. I am ultra-competitive and will wager small amounts on just about anything. I love to win, but i am no sore loser. I have days where i think i am an awesome mom, and days where i think I am completely fucking my children up. Likewise, i have days where i feel motivated and successful, a modern day Superwoman, and other days, where I feel about as motivated as the Brad Pitt character in True Romance. My husband is my best friend and I would be a basket case without him; My kids have taught me more about myself (and about patience) in five years than I have learned in the whole rest of my life. They are my pride and joy, my heart, and often a royal pain in my ass. I would die without them and their father. I also have a slightly unnatural attachment to my dog, the Q-Man. I write about all of it here on Dogwood Girl. It's cheaper than a therapist.

Cecil Off Bypass

Thank god. They had to do two grafts (bypasses) and they said they were finishing up and would be done in about 30 minutes. Doctor is supposed to come talk to us. Did I mention that the Doctor is Lebanese? Cecil did his usual slight accent when he talked to the doctor Tuesday. He doesn’t realize he is doing this,… Read more →

10:00 am update

Dad is in the bypass portion. Meaning his heart isn’t beating right now. Which is scary as fuck. They are doing the grafts, and not sure if they will do two or three. Also, as is my usual reaction to larger chatty groups, I pretty much want to fucking punch about three people in here: chatty, bawdy redneck girl, the… Read more →

Big C Update

Still in Macon. Looks like Dad is going to need bypass surgery. Waiting on a surgical consult and we will know more. This doesn’t seem real. Everyone still has their sense of humor, though; Some kind of gallows humor (and drugs) is resulting in more bawdy Cecil revelations than usual, some of which have not been fit for public consumption.… Read more →

It’s True!

I really found Fat Tire at the grocery store. For reals. It’s in the big bottle (couldn’t find a regular six or twelve pack) and they had two or three other New Belgium beers, too. The Fat Tire reads something like, “Georgia on my Ride. The first (legal) commemorative distribution of New Belgium beers in Georgia.” Commemorative, my ass. .… Read more →