The ramblings and musings of Nancie Neal
Personal posts, my life’s story
After the wreck, my husband got a ride to work on Monday. After work, someone gave him a ride to an Uhaul to rent a truck. This time, they actually had a pickup. Going to the grocery store in a 20ft box truck seems a bit overkill. If Mike was only going to use it … Continue “Transition” »
We fell one-and-a half-steps back. I’m still sore from yesterday, as I expected, but now we have no vehicle. And with the price of used vehicles skyrocketing, I’m not sure if we will be able to buy one. I was in the passenger side with my husband driving. Sarah, Benjamin, and Ethan were in the … Continue “After two steps forward…” »
Featyred Image by Gordon Johnson from Pixabay
Went to Louisiana Monday for a road trip with Mike. We stopped at this creepy building on our way back. It turns out that it’s the abandoned Texas & Pacific Hospital in the middle of Marshall, Texas. We didn’t go inside, but I did get these pictures. Feel free to use these pictures however you … Continue “Creepy Building” »
My husband texted to see if I would go with him to donate blood. I almost said no, but I changed my mind, thinking that I would write while I’m waiting. Mike filled out the questionnaire and decided to donate plasma. This meant we would be there for an hour at least. I’ll be able … Continue “A small donation” »
Facebook has been around for a while now. While I’ve used it to see what people are saying about current events, it wasn’t until I moved to Texas six years ago when I felt that I “needed” Facebook. I use it to keep in contact with friends and family in the North East. For a … Continue “Weaning myself off of this addiction” »
Why is it, that I happen to do the most creative work around 1 a.m? I still have some more tweaking, but I’ll have to wait until this weekend. I making a point to only work on writing during the week. Speaking of which, I made some headway with the finale of the Elizabeth series. … Continue “What a coffee fueled sleep deprivation does to me.” »
