Everyone loves nachos. If you don’t love nachos, please just block this website, and forget I exist. I’ve already forgotten you. This weekend, I hosted a nacho party. It was just something to make winter weekends seem more fun for the kids, or, that’s how it started off. Then, I invited GGmyZC and his kids, and Ms. Coldfeather and her family. Nachos are easily scalable, so all was well, and I went about my merry way, foraging for nacho supplies and passing the morning away watching...
…and rambly! Yay! I joke a lot about being without guilt or remorse. I embrace the Virgo exterior I am supposed to portray – emotionless, logical, full of blank stares and meh. People, dear readers, stalkers and haters, I have a confession: I am, indeed, heartless. Why? Because a whole lot of mother fuckers have broken my heart into bits and there is NOTHING left. So, fuck off. That being said, I hate hurting other people. It kind of kills me in a way that I am extremely uncomfortable...
Its Monday morning, again. I’ve had one of those weeks of whirlwind activity that culminated in another birthday celebration for Enigma (must update “Cast” page) and, well, just stuff. I was told, almost 6 weeks ago, that I was ready to “take off” during a reiki session. My BFF told me that I just needed to go out and have fun, meet people, be ME. I figured it was the kids going to school and the freedom of movement that allowed. And, it was that, and I’m not...
I’m not going to blog about the DC Earthquake. I’m not going to blog about Hurricane Irene. Why? Because, I missed both of them. Lucky? Yes. Extremely. Left out? Totally. I am practicing gratitude. Ommm. I did have a fantastic weekend with my girls and their kids. My hurricane included nine children, and I lived to tell the tale. Awwww yeah. There’s just something about being around the people who were “there” for me when I was pregnant and then nursing the twins that...
