I am on a first-ever coffee date with myself right now. Yes, Alyssa Cann…Tinnirella (still weird) is sitting in Baker and The Brew, with four chairs, and only one occupied. For those of you who know me, this will likely come as a shock. I don't do ANYTHING by myself (anxiety is a real bummer).… Continue reading First Date
Usually (more often than not) am not a sentimental person. I have said "I love you" a hand full of times and most of them were to my pets or breakfast burritos. I love you's are often met with no response from me. A nod. A weird grumble. An awkward smile. A mumbled, "you too."… Continue reading Aly Tinn Things | The Finger Gun “I Love You”
Ahh yes. Good ol Monday, we meet again. What is better than a regular old Monday? A rain-soaked Monday. When the rain hangs on the window panes like a blanket, I am forced inside. It’s these sopping wet, sunless Monday’s that I find myself exploring the dark alleys of my brain. Wandering around, picking up… Continue reading Monday, Schmonday.
Before these daydreams were as intimidating to me as leaning over the edge of a cliff. Marriage is Nick holding my shirt, keeping me from falling but never pulling me back far enough to miss the view.
It's Tuesday night and I can't sleep. I guess technically at this point, it is Wednesday morning. A new day-already. And I am here, wide awake, to welcome it. It’s nights like this my mind wanders far and wide. Spanning the range of possibilities and impossibilities. I think about things both ridiculous and authentic. Random and reasoned. Chaotic and calm. My imagination… Continue reading Fishing.
Hey ya'll! I'm late. I know! I get it. But honestly, get used to it. I'm always late. OK!? I get caught up in things, sidetracked and swept away-typical Alyssa. In this post you will find out a few other Typical Alyssa traits and qualities. In all honestly, I have a lot going on and… Continue reading Typical Alyssa
On a rainy December night in 2015, Dawn and I drove up to a house on the river to find a man with a pony tail filling a U-Haul. Normally, this would be a red flag and we would keep driving-but I needed answers. We pulled up, rolled down the window and asked if he… Continue reading Tarot Cards, Leaps and Lemonade