Even if the groundhog isn't the only one that has to eat his/her words, I'm glad we've both made it to the end of February 2019 alive! It was rough. Made me darn-tooting tough, though. Yesterday, I literally took on a down-right dagnabit grouchiest meanest nastiest version of my short selfish self ever. I'm not… Continue reading The day I ate my words
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Why I cut my own curly gray hair
The day I had fully transitioned to my own naturally curly gray hair, was the last time I stepped into a hair salon. I was a happy camper, yes, I was. Now, hold it right there, don't ya all be thinking, "What is wrong with her? She's a woman over the age of 53 (54… Continue reading Why I cut my own curly gray hair
How I’m rolling out of my nasty thoughts about February 2019
February 2019, the shortest nastiest month ever, is almost over thank goodness. It has had lots of ups and downs like my sleeping bouts last night. They were short, too, and rough. Man, I had weird dreams. Maybe I shouldn't have had that serving of Tostitos before bed? My nights' lack of sleep due to… Continue reading How I’m rolling out of my nasty thoughts about February 2019
Click 1, 2, 3, to the skies my returns shall go
Old clicking habits die-hard, so they say. Last year, around this time, I was a happy little ol' gal, buying all sorts of books for my Kindle reader. My Amazon.com account made it so easy to purchase books. It's easy to lose track of how quickly those add up. And it's hard to remember what… Continue reading Click 1, 2, 3, to the skies my returns shall go
A Tostitos craving appeared and I blame it on the full moon.
It's the pending full moon that made me do it. I don't think rationally when that is growing bigger and bigger in the sky. Or maybe it was a cow? Plus...I think the whole ordeal of trying to decide how to be authentic to my "I wanna be comfortable ol' self on the beach', was… Continue reading A Tostitos craving appeared and I blame it on the full moon.
Suck it up – it’s a snow job, just return the bikini
So many empty nest realizations of life this week, they just kept piling up like the snow did. One right after the other. Piled up thigh high. #1 - We had the tax preparer call us to say, "Take the standard deductions now, no children with the school expenses to deduct. You're not even close… Continue reading Suck it up – it’s a snow job, just return the bikini