In recent months, it has come to light that I’m one busy, badass mother… um… yeah. No, seriously, I’m swamped, all the time. I love it, I hate it, but its the truth and I’m just kind of at the point where I am no longer too proud to ask for help. The problem? I don’t actually have enough income to pay someone on a regular basis to take some of the load off. I need an intern. I want an intern. I deserve an intern! I’m a fountain of knowledge, with so much...
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...
Ahhh, I love when I stumble upon drafts that have been marinating in their own juices! This is obviously a bit old, but, still relevant. While I attempted to gain perspective into this roller coaster of weirdness I was on regarding my personal life, I actually started meeting with people recently. I was really against the idea of dating, of bringing people into my inner thoughts. I’d been hurt, I was really busy, and I get really bored with the process of telling all my dirty secrets, over...
I made it through y’all’s Christmas with flying colors. I saw my friends, my sister, and got to spend a whole lot of QT with a pretty great Scorpio. I ended up having an extra day without The Crew, actually, and while I would have enjoyed a little more notice with that, it worked out fine and everyone is happy. I am… happy. The rest of the week, so far, has been a little harder. My (ex)business partner is a total tool (oh, please read this!) and left me high and dry at the absolute...
While wearing my tinfoil writer’s hat, I search for inspiration constantly. As evidenced by the blog droughts experienced here, sometimes there’s not a whole lot of inspiration to be found. I struggle with the idea of putting my own, personal spin on things like sweeping the floor or the never-ending struggle to time my shower for the perfect amount of hot water in the hizzy. Y’all don’t want to hear that. I know it, you know it, let’s move on. But, as a writer, or artist,...
