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(Kaylia Metcalfe)

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Five years ago I was attacked in my apartment.

I won’t go into the details, but suffice it to say, I was a victim.

I spent the night in the hospital, I spent the next several months living in fear. I spent time at free clinics, at therapy sessions, and at the bottom of various bottles.

I was angry, I was scared.

But I survived. I managed to climb up and out. I found a way to not live in fear, to be open, and to not blame others (or myself).

Five years later, I am happy. I am settled. I am engaged to a wonderful man, I am pregnant with our child.

I have a life that bears no resemblance to that of the girl I was back then.

I have distanced myself from her, that girl who opened the door on that fateful afternoon.

I have distanced myself from her trusting invite of the “maintenance man,”

I have distanced myself from her moment of shock and paralysis that made her feeble attempts to fight almost laughable.

In fact, he did laugh.

I have distanced myself from the girl who sobbed, face down on the bathroom floor, who gave up because it hurt too much to fight.

But her shadow is never far, sometimes I see her in the mirror, her eyes wide, her skin bruised.

But there is a part of her, or myself, that I cling to, that was –somehow- there.

The part that sat up, who pulled herself up against the wall, who thought about letting herself go hysterical, of screaming until there was no more sounds in the world.

But decided not to.

That woman who got up, on shaky legs… it took four tries… and washed her face.

The woman who cleaned herself, who called for help, who sat in a hospital waiting room for hours and who maintained her dignity throughout photos, exams, and embarrassing condescending questions.

That woman who moved, who changed her life, who took self defense classes, again and again.

She isn’t perfect, that woman I became, she struggled. She gave into misery and made bad choices regarding her diet, her sex life, her behavior.

But she grew, and she continues to grow…. And the woman I am today, the mother I am becoming, well, she couldn’t have done it without that bit of inner strength that was found five years ago.


It changes us. It never really leaves us.

No matter the distance.

Resting... and the internet's cutest duck.


My heart thing is under control as long as I rest.

Major rezt, but thankfully not bed rest

In other better news, this little duck is adorable!!!

Happy Summer Solstice!

Father's Day

This is for the Maifan-San who is a father today even though little Ella is still pretty tiny... and tucked away inside my middle :)

I'm so very lucky to have a man as wonderful as him be the father of my child!

Quick Peeks!

A few quick peeks at the continueing project of the nursery.

JC Penny's and the Gay Dad Ad

The copy reads: "What makes Dad so cool? He's the swim coach, tent maker, best friend, bike fixer and hug giver — all rolled into one. Or two. Real-life dads, Todd Koch and Cooper Smith with their children Claire and Mason." 

You can almost hear the sound of one million bigoted moms cringing in unison. 

I love JC Penny's.

RIP Ray Bradbury

I haven’t listened to country music in a while… but today I got a hankering while I was cleaning.

Country music has changed.

Or maybe, just maybe, I have.

Lyrics like “I wanna check you for ticks” (as part of the chorus) do little to inspire me. Or entertain me.

Yeah… I guess I have grown up a bit.

In other news, Ray Bradbury died today.  Author of “The Martian Chronicles,” “Fairenhight 451,” and “Something Wicked This Way Comes,” he was one of the most influencial sci fi writers of the past century.

He also wrote a few Alfred Hitchcock pieces…. See below.

A salute to one of my favorite authors. (note: NSFW)

Alone! (well, sort of)

We are now alone.

Well, sort of. There are four of us. One who fights epic battles with flies and takes up very little space....
Olive: Protector of the house!

One who is tiny and makes her presence known mostly through kicks and by jumping on my bladder. 

Matt, Me, and Fishy makes three!

But still. We are more alone than we have been for a while…..

See, back in April a couple that we are friends with split… and one half of that couple ended up staying with us. This was actually a pretty sweet deal for all concerned. We got some extra money, he got a place to live in Fresno. All was well.


But I’m pregnant and not terribly wild about sharing all the day in day out stuff with anyone not my Maifan-San.

But we are preparing ourselves and our home for little Ella-Fish… which means collecting hand-me-downs…. Which have been slowly taking over the living room….

Forget about getting a book or a movie....

But proximity doesn’t always breed comfort. Sometimes it breeds “Gee, I need my own space….”

But being on doctor’s orders to not exert in any way physically (includes no sex) makes me grumpy… especially when others just down the hall have no such limitations and can celebrate coitus.

But not being able to sleep in my undies, leave the bedroom door open at night for the cat, and have access to my office… these things wear on one after a while.

So, while I was happy to be able to help a friend and to get some extra cash… I was pretty happy when he told us he had found a new apartment and would be moving.

Which he did.


Last night I flounced around in lingerie. I sat in an unladylike manner…. And I moved all that baby stuff into the baby room and started the nesting that I have wanted to do for months now!

Because I could! 

Work in progress: Nursery part one.

Work in progress, Nursery part two

My living room.... has returned!