BAD CANDY

Ok, friends. Candyland  has a couple of  huge-ass apologies and one explanation to share. But first, if you haven't donated to the Out of the Darkness Walk yet, please think about giving just $1 to either of the names listed below. If you donate in my name, make sure your donation goes towards the BLOOMINGTON walk, as there are two I'd signed up for.

Though I surpassed my goal, it was a small goal and honestly I'd love to raise a little more. The walk is THIS SUNDAY, but donations are accepted through the end of the year. Just click the banner and type in one of our names. Every dollar makes a difference.

And a HUGE thank you to everyone's who's already donated in my name:
~Kelly Breakey
~Theresa Milstein
~Leigh Moore
~Susan Kaye Quinn
~DL Hammons
~Jessica Bell
~The Lee Family
~Gretchen Stelter
~Sharon Mayhew
~And TWO Anonymous donors...
~You could be the next to help save lives.

Now onto to why Candyland deserves a time-out.

Apology numero UNO: Not only have I been away in dreamland with @NewMedicine, but I've not commented on blogs as regularly as I use to. This is from absent/work/errands/daydreaming/life/hairwashing.

Regardless, theres no excuse. And I'm sorry.

Apology numero DOS (and an explanation): In yesterday's post, I did not mention the fact that it was, in fact, my anniversary. I've now been married 3 years (together six) and think my husband is pretty effing cool. However, some random stragglers might have question marks hovering re: my (pretend) love affair with New Medicine's Matt Brady.

I'm going to clear it up. Right. Now.

I'm in love with Brady Erik G (as you can see, I'm crystal clear...meh...). From the day we (me and hubs, not Brady) met, I  was free love, free spirit, no apologies...I was me. And you know what? He took me EXACTLY as I was. No questions asked.

The reason the hubs rocks is because he's never asked me to be anything other than me. He's very aware of my big heart and even more aware that it might latch onto to something or someone at any given time. He's not the jealous type, and if he were, we wouldn't be together. He also knows if a female M.B. comes around, he has free reign to crush away. That's how we roll.

(And PS, thank you to M.B. for being such a good sport through all my smut + gush + public consumption. And still talks to me after the fact (???) This is why I lovessss the man)

So, to Erik G: Happy belated (and very public) anniversary. Thank you for loving me EXACTLY the way I am (even if it means crushing on a bad ass, sweet as candy bass player). xoxo

Now, back to you all lovely faces.

To make my assiness up to you, I'm coming clean. There are a few photos I kept all to myself re: @NewMedicine's tour bus. A couple of them, will remain private (because I'm still still a sneaky minx). But being a writer, I have a major appreciation for a man who:
a) loves to read
b) reads intelligent, writerly novels
c) is not only a bad ass musician, but a compassionate, thoughtful, thinker-type

With that said, and in Brady's honor, I'll be giving away his current read to one lucky commenter of this post.

Yes, this is his bunk. Yes, it was hot in there.

From this day forward, I will do my bestest to show you all the love you've continued to show me day after day, through all my nonsense and then some.

So if you want to win this book, (well, not THIS exact book, but a copy of it), leave your email in the comments. If you don't want the book, I hope you'll still leave some comment <3 anyway. Winners drawn tomorrow.

So tell me friends...do you have any pictures you're holding out on (NONONO not those kind of pictures)? And what punishment should Candyland have for being so bad (keep it PG)? And arent both of these men completely incredible for putting up with my hijinks?<--yes.
Candyland. OUT.