A declaration to my children: I often think of past times. Who doesn't? Its a story book constantly on play; some moments shining, while others dark, making you cover your eyes with your hands hoping to not see anything through the cracks. I have been alive for 30 years. Many others fewer, or more. Regardless… Continue reading Life: Quite the Conundrum of time–Take the Trash Out.
People tend to equate good wine with price. I'm sure they are not wrong, HOWEVER, I am a frugal, well I tend to prefer the term thrifty. I find my most bang for my buck, with highest alcohol content, without drinking grape juice. You still with me? Have I lost you in the sea of… Continue reading Boxed Wine: The Most Underrated Gem of our Lifetime
I was out driving aimlessly after being a shit person, I needed to reset; I needed to jerk myself out of my own shadows of the day. I sometimes can get in my own feelings, its selfish and then I project more than I need to, with company included--can you say collateral damage. ANYWAYS; on… Continue reading uh oh: I think I was a judgmental b*tch in high school
Full disclosure: some may not like what I have to say, that is okay! the moment you do feel that, stop reading and move on with out any further thought. Sometimes we get caught up in what could be, what we think should be, giving nothing to what actually is. Placing all of our energy… Continue reading Eat the Taco: Who Cares Who’s Watching
Whether intended or not, you've been someone's toxic person they needed to leave behind. If you take a moment to revel in your life, you probably have what I call the graduation goggles on -- all the negative times of the event you are moving away from fall away and your brain only lets you… Continue reading The Results are in: You are Malignant
Full Disclosure: My husband is a rockstar-- He cleans better than I do, always has our house in the right century, and has better style than me on my best day. He is what we call the whole package. So when I write about relationships you best believe that I'm just being petty... no just… Continue reading The Trouble with Love is: “I did more” Round Robin