Just a quick note to tell everybody I'm going to be ofline this weekend.

So everybody behave while I'm gone, okay?

Since I figured you folks needed a break from yet another blog post detailing the myriad reasons I don't have the talent to write, the courage to write, or the experience to write, I thought I'd talk about my trip a week ago to Green Bay to see a speech pathologist (hey, it ain't a trip to Lambeau Field, but I at least got a chance to get out of the apartment).

No, no. I'm not going to replace 500 words of whining about my writing or lack of same with 500 words of whining about my voice.

Well...maybe a little whining, but for the most part this is good news. It might not seem like it at first, but...well, just read on:

Well, my friend Jaci is gonna laugh about this one: I was having a conversation with my next-door neighbor yesterday, and she said I was "more girly " than she was ...

I had a moment yesterday that moved me profoundly.

Here is a moment from my work last night:

Me: (reading a book, giggling, snorting, barely suppressing laughter)

Co-worker 1: "What's wrong with her?"

There was an interesting article in a local paper yesterday about a woman who had lost her hair due to an autoimmune disease, and for the last 3 years refused to be seen in public without a wig, until she finally decided to "come out of the hair closet" by letting herself be photographed without it.

In some ways, my transition has been like her story - years of hiding and self-hate, then coming out and discovering just a big a relief it is to be honest, and then finding out that most people ignore me, some accept me, and some love me regardless.

A large number of huggles have escaped their containment units, and may be headed this way! Remember, if a huggle approaches you, the best response is to just let it give you a huggle. This will cause it to dissipate. If you resist, well, who knows what will happen ...

Well, I found out the source of my panic attack before going into a shower.

We had an interesting sermon in church today.

This has been a painful year so far

Questions at the end, but have fun reading through this.

My weeks been a rollercoaster of thrills and feels.

So, we had a few nasty thunderstorms recently. Well 3 days ago me and my dad where sitting on the couch debating politics when our house is struc by lightening. The lights went crazy and it was really loud when it struck. I nearly peed my pants and jumped up from the couch and ran out onto the front porch :3. Well everything is on surge protectors except for one thing.... the magical internet box( the router) so it got fried and I was without internet for like 3 days, it was terrible!

I last wrote two years ago about my quest for my ex partner to pay maintenance for our daughter, who lives solely with me. In the past two years several calls have been made to the Child Support Agency but the situation remains the same. Today's call confirmed that there are no employment/tax records nor current benefits claims, so she has no liability to pay until one of these conditions is met.

A few days ago I posted a blog. It is probably similar to several blogs that I have posted over the past few years where I struggle to see where I fit in with everything.

It's 28 years ago today that I officially started my transition and went into work in a grey two piece. In some ways it feels much less than that and in others, it seems centuries ago. During that time I've lost some good friends and also my mother and my aunt, who were both supportive of my decision.

The few people who follow me and care no that for the longest time I have struggled with where my body of work falls in the large scope of things. I have often felt on an island, alone (or with few others around doing the same thing). For some reason, I thrive on being defined in a group because I think that gives me direction and parameters to work under. It could also give me sources where I could see what worked for others and what hasn't.

Woah! It's been just over a year since I made my last entry. I'm back to writing TG fiction (kind of). I posted the final episode of Charlie Volume One a couple weeks back. It was waaaaaay over due, a year in fact, so I sincerely apologise to those who were waiting for the conclusion. Thank you for the emails and such. It's nice to know some still care about my writing. I'd be lying if I said I was currently writing Volume 2 but I've literally only written a couple sentences. There's a wall in the way.

I would like all my friends to know that 41 years ago today I married my bride TRISSA at the age of 19 . We have 2 boys that we are very proud of and 41 years married only 9 more for the GOLD

Well, just found out why I have been feeling so awful for a couple years. I have a type of Diabetes that does not respond to Insulin.

So yeah, since my last blog about how much things suck right now things haven't gotten much better. Since then things have been crap-tastic. We're still barely scraping by and being off my meds is bad enough without the extra stress of our living situation right now. I also had a bit of a medical scare. It turned out to be nothing, but it scared the living crap out of me So my mind and moods have been all over the place and not conductive to writing at all.

The other morning, the 5th of July, I was driving on my paper route and all of a sudden I heard scraping from under my car. At first I thought I ran over a garbage can lid. I got out of my car and some drunk guy starts yelling at me that I ran over his dog. I didn't see the dog then, I didn't even see the dog when I ran over it. I couldn't tell you if it was laying in the middle of the road when I ran over it or if it darted under my car.

I am really struggling with inexplicable anger right now. Honestly, I feel like breaking something, throwing something across the room and then stomping on it.

The answer is of course obvious. Great people.

Well, as my birthday wound down yesterday, my mother surprised me with a beautiful card for a daughter's birthday.