Amazon, Humor, Life

I’m a Badass, He’s a Badass, She’s a Badass, We’re a Badass, Wouldn’t You Like to Be a Badass Too?

  Last spring, one of my friends told me about this book titled You Are a Badass by Jen Sincero.   I saw it at Target for 12 bucks then whipped out my phone and bought it on Amazon for $7.75 because I like my money a lot more than an evolved state of being. That was… Continue reading I’m a Badass, He’s a Badass, She’s a Badass, We’re a Badass, Wouldn’t You Like to Be a Badass Too?

Humor, Life, Uncategorized

How I Am Making Winter My Bitch

The New York Times called. They won't ever be hiring me as a title writer. The New York Times called. There is no such thing as a title writer.  Last winter, I had a tough go of it. In fairness to myself, when I wasn't in pain I was making flavorless rice Krispie treats.  So… Continue reading How I Am Making Winter My Bitch

Family, Life, Motherhood

The Day I Ran Away From Home

My husband's hours are kind of tough, those closest to me know this. I am left to do most of the "dirty" work around here and it is exhausting. This year has been hard with my menopause, headaches, the kids' schedules, etc. So it has been challenging to say the least. The past few weeks… Continue reading The Day I Ran Away From Home

Chicago, Humor, John Hughes

Channeling Mr. Hughes

I know you think I am crazy. Maybe not all of you, but the silent majority of you do and it is okay, really. You can nod your heads as you read this because even a tiny bit of me thinks I am crazy as I go through this phase in my life of needing… Continue reading Channeling Mr. Hughes

Decorating, Humor, Pinterest

My Blue Period is Much Better Than Picasso’s Because He Didn’t Get Periods

*I recently migrated my blog and some of the pictures didn't make the move. So please excuse the words where pictures should be but I don't have the time or energy to find the pictures.    So I was sick of looking at this:   I painted this door almost three years ago. I KNOW… Continue reading My Blue Period is Much Better Than Picasso’s Because He Didn’t Get Periods