The rush of endorphins…oh…how that has altered my mind over the years. And the need for the rush has certainly gotten me into trouble over the years. But it has also calmed me. At times. Natural endorphins can stop the pain. Can create a euphoric high. I find there are several ways we release. Crying….
What a sick f*ck! Soooo…with his excellent experience of being a national spokesman, I’ve decided his new job should be the “National Spokesman for Pedophiles Who Now Take It Up The Ass”! Yes, Jared, you will now be somebody’s bitch in prison. You will inevitably take it up the ass! I wonder what the Vegas…
Huh? Is that even possible? Finding clarity while you’re knocked out? Really? So, I’m a bit quirky. I really do pull my blog titles out of my own personal abyss. And it’s a deep one! And out of the deep comes some really odd things. Someone or something or some higher power was watching over…
Let me be very clear. I am NOT for sale. And yes. That is an Olan Mills portrait. You remember those? You couldn’t hit more 80’s than that! Oh, that horrid fake bookshelf background. No comments on my wings nor the poorly tied bow I’m wearing. It’s embarrassing enough. Truth be told, everything in that picture is fake. The picture is…
Dear John Doe, Who are you? I love that you have the courage to speak out with your opinion and tell me that I know everything. That I’m a pundit. But most poignantly, I need to “stop this crap.” Unlike you, Mr. Nameless, Mr. Dead John Doe, I’m alive. With a name. With a face…with…
How is it one can be so strong in every area of their life but the major one? And, how are you supposed to meet anyone when you only hang out with your children and other married couples? And your single friends come and go like the tide rolling in and out every day and…
Sure, I have some really nice things that I indulge myself with on occasion. But not my children. They want things. Things that everyone else has. Like that damn hoverboard. As much as I tell them those things will only satisfy you for about 5 minutes, they just don’t get it. My girls are in…
I’ve had it with my entitled 8th grade daughter. I’m quite certain I’m doing a stellar job raising an entitled kid. Surely, there is a middle. Somewhere. Here are my 10 easy steps on how to raise entitled children. Give them everything they want (I mean demand). Make sure you go to all of their events. …
New Year. New Life. New Experiences. So I trek 45 minutes to the suburbs this morning to go visit a spiritual healer. Yes. A first time for everything. And, yes, I said spiritual. Not exactly my thing but it can’t hurt. Can it? Surely, I’ll dig deep into my subconscious and exorcize all those toxic…
with my inexcusable behavior… Halloween. My favorite day of the year. And my birthday! Love this day to have a birthday. Everyone wants to have fun on your birthday. Wanda. 1969. Halloween. Truth be told, the only reason I was born on Halloween is because my mother’s OB didn’t want to miss the SMU football…