Friday, April 29, 2011

All Good Things ...

It is with a sad heart that I must share that this will be my last week as a Gripper. It has been an incredible experience, and I hope to be able to come back from time to time as a guest poster. But life has quite simply gotten out of control, and so I must step down as a weekly poster. Our Saturday guest will be taking over my Friday spot starting next week. I hope that you will all welcome her, as you did me.

Now, for my last post as a regular!

My most memorable moment of insanity resulted in marriage. : )

The day I met my husband, Jan 1st 1996, I was hung over. I was also 17. My older sister had allowed me to drink some champagne for New Year's eve, provided it was diluted with juice, and I had the worst hang-over of my life. Give me straight vodka any day over that crap.

Anyways, he brought over a former friend of mine, who needed my advice. I hated her because she had betrayed me, but at the same time, I was a sucker and could never turn away someone in pain. And since she had been gang banged at a party where she was given a ruffie, and was knocked up from it, she was in pain.

So against my better judgement, I invited her, her boyfriend, and the friend of her boyfriend who had driven them to my house inside.

While we were talking, we went downstairs and started playing pool. I ended up kissing the friend who did the driving, and well, gropping him before we kissed. What can I say - I suck at pool and he didn't, so I needed the distraction.

That was completely out of character for me, and had I not been hung-over, I probably never would have been so daring. As it was, my head hurt just enough that I didn't give a shit what anyone thought. I just wanted to scoop out my eyes with a ice cream spoon, and then drown myself in liquid tylenol.

Some how, that crazy day, my husband saw something in me - normally quiet, and painfully shy me - that sparked his interest and he was able to hang in there when I retreated into my 'oh hell what did I do' shell. We started dating, and he helped me to see that having a wild side, in moderation, wasn't such a bad thing. Given that he was my first boyfriend after having had my trust abused in the worst possible way by my former boyfriend, it took a crap ton of patience for him to get to see that wild me again. For me to embrace those moments of insanity.

I still have them from time to time. Like that moment in the strip club ...

Well, that's my moment of insanity. : ) I will miss you all, and I do so hope to catch you around from time to time.



  1. I'll be sorry to see you go even though I know that it's been a tough year for you. You've been incredibly brave, putting your personal stories out here to share with us. I'm not surprised that you'd set aside your hurt to reach out to a person in pain. And I'm glad that karma paid you back in kind.

    Good luck with your future. Although with as hard as you work, I think you'll be making your own luck.

  2. Michelle, dear,

    Thank you for sharing so much of yourself, not only in this post but in every single one that you've offered since you joined us. I have no doubt that you're going to get through the current crazy time and find work doing what you love.

    Meanwhile, I think this is the best description of a hangover I've ever read!

    "As it was, my head hurt just enough that I didn't give a shit what anyone thought. I just wanted to scoop out my eyes with a ice cream spoon, and then drown myself in liquid tylenol."

    Lots of love,

  3. Michelle, I hardly knew you, but I'll enjoy reading your post sin the archives here. Best of luck in the future, and please let us about the next phase of your life.

  4. Kathleen -- Thanks hon. : ) Thee are many days I wonder what I did to deserve my husband. And some days, I wonder what I did to be punished with him. LOL That's love for you I guess. : )

    Lisabet -- I love teaching, and I really hope that I will get the chance to actually do so sometime in the near future. : ) As for the hangover, yeah, pretty much that's all I could think about. I have never had as bad of one since, and I have gone on two or three benders where I was downing straight vodka. LOL Considering I only have a drink ojne or two nights a year, you would think I would have no tolerence for alcohol. But evidenltly, I do. Just not cheap champagne mixed with juice. *shudders*

    Jean -- I am sure I will be back from time to time. I am always available for reuninion posts, like I tried to do with other past posters (see archives) and for guest post spots. Any biology based topics, keep me in mind! LOL

    It's been fun!



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