Today is April 1st which means the first day of birthday month, bitches. No exclamation point because birthday month also means quarantine month which also means my actual birthday (the 28th) is going to be spent in quarantine. But I am actually not as sad as I thought I would be. I just want everyone… Continue reading Good News in the Midst of So Much Bad
Last November, I taught a homeschool creative writing class and within the class "syllabus" I decided that we were going to create something called "happiness jars". I don't remember where I got the idea but I just know it wasn't my original idea. The gist was to get a jar with a lid… Continue reading The Happiness Jar
I am not an easy laugh. Kind of like saying, I am not an easy lay. I don't laugh out loud as much as you would think. When I text people, this is my code: lol = not really laughing but I didn't have anything else to say LOL = okay, good try. I didn't… Continue reading What I’ve Been Laughing At
Last year I struggled with my weight and by struggled I mean I was struggling to watch myself get fatter by eating whatever I wanted. This wasn't the first time I've struggled with my weight. As I've mentioned before, menopause had completely drained me of any emotional reasoning and left me almost hostage in my… Continue reading Run Ferris, Run
Are you literally LITERALLY afraid to walk outside? I am not a conspiracy theorist by any stretch of the imagination but this has conspiracy theory written all over it. I AM KIDDING. But I mean come on, it feels very surreal sci-fi/intel/ the world is ending/ REM was right, no? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z0GFRcFm-aY Or at least… Continue reading It’s a Literal Shit Show Outside, So I Got Tips
A few years ago, I wrote a post titled I Hate Painting Furniture. It was a good post, actually one of my favorites which is why I reblogged it this past Friday. If you didn't get a chance to read it, maybe go read it first then come back and read this post. Like demented… Continue reading I Don’t Hate Painting Furniture Anymore
I wrote this post two days after our hamster died. I preface this post with that statement because I don't want you all to worry about me. Sobbing about a dead hamster two weeks later. Not that there is anything wrong with that but I needed to write this out at that moment and I… Continue reading On Painting Bedrooms and Dying Hamsters
