Do I really want to be a spy with expert negotiating and mad interrogation skills? Have you ever felt like you were going through life, looking like Bernie from the movie Weekend at Bernie’s? I have! After life got done fucking me and finished smoking its cigarette, it shoved a stick up my ass and … Continue reading Why My Sick Stay at Home Mom Skills Don't Align With What I Want to Be When I Grow Up
Who knew that one step could have such a deep meaning? I was literally transported back in time the other day, 14 years back actually. What a crazy time it was for me. I was happy to read a recent post by someone I’ve been following, but sad to hear that she is struggling with … Continue reading How Becoming the Crazy Ugly Dog Sweater Lady Inspired My Future Coping Mechanisms
The honey bee. Such an amazing little creature. The impact of these little beings is substantial, not only in my life but the world, and it has become somewhat of a symbol for me. It’s my compass if you will. Whenever I doubt myself, I revert my thoughts back to this beautiful creature and the … Continue reading In A Sea of Dandelions, 'Bee' a Honey Bee
It’s pneumonia, with a ‘p’. Really? Who the hell comes up with these names? Seriously? Where’s the terrifying names? Fleshmeltingsnotbacterium or maybe Coughtilyoubarfandpissyourself disease. The Plague was quite daunting, but some of this other shit, if you can even pronounce it (I won’t get into spelling), really? Anyway, I’ve said my piece. Poor Lola. She … Continue reading My Attempts to Raise Rational Independent Daughters
I managed to make some of those cute little gnomes last weekend. They are so addictive! I was going to make one for EVERYBODY because that’s just how I roll, but of course, I managed to reign that in after a while. Not everyone appreciates the same things I do ha ha! Please excuse the … Continue reading Flaming Barbecues and Inadequate Kitchen Appendages
It's been the usual this week, aside from the bitter cold that rolled in. Can't step outside for one moment without feeling like you're suffocating because some toxic lung collapsing vapor is choking you out, as goosebumps (I originally put nipples cause it's true!) rip through your clothing and you piss yourself from the extremes … Continue reading Baby, it's F*@$ing Cold Outside!
It’s always a shock, when I emerge from the depths of my basement, aka bitch cave, after a hectic holiday season full of anxiety provoking and mental break down invoking projects, activities and deadlines that I started working on in the fall (and continually added to, in over exuberant fashion) to find a new year … Continue reading One Small Step