I Still Can’t Do A Pull-Up, But At Least I Have This Rockin’ Raw Spot On My Ass.
I have a sore on my bum. Read the rest of this gem…
“Style” Is Totally Subjective, Anyway.
I woke up this morning with the song, Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover by Sophie B. Hawkins in my head, and I knew it was going to be a weird day. Read the rest of this gem…
The Cool Thing Is That When It’s Time To Grow Up, Your Family Doesn’t Define You – You Define Your Family.
I believe it has been three years since I last saw my dad. Read the rest of this gem…
This Is Why “Proactive” Feels Like A Four-Letter Word.
Okay.
Back when I worked in that dreary gray cubicle, our “team” was forced to suffer weekly Monday morning meetings. Read the rest of this gem…
Temperature Is Just An Illusion – Spring Has Officially Sprung.
A few days ago I threw on a tank top and walked my dogs around the neighborhood — fast — while pumping my arms and squeezing my butt and trying to warm my body up enough to convince myself that Spring had, in fact, arrived. Read the rest of this gem…
It’s Not Like Georges St-Pierre Is Hanging Out In My Back Yard, But Close.
Last Saturday night I had my first Ultimate Fighting Championship experience. Read the rest of this gem…
Top Empowering Songs For The Domestiphobe In All Of Us.
Okay, here. You know how sometimes you just feel alone? Read the rest of this gem…
Behind Every Erratic Woman Is A Completely Rational Fear Of Choosing To Choose Our Choices.
So I’m fairly convinced that almost every great lesson in life Read the rest of this gem…
Apparently U-Haul Is Branching Out.
So I have another real post in the works, but I didn’t feel like it was quite ready to expose to the masses yet so I’m opting, instead, to take the lazy girl’s way out on this lovely Friday morning
Why Staying Childless Is NOT The Path Of Least Resistance.
Let’s talk for a minute about parenthood. Read the rest of this gem…