Small Victories

I recently finished an eight week long workout program from start to finish. Please, hold the applause. Yes, I did indeed pay for an entire year to workout in my living room, with no one to breathe in my sweaty armpits but my dog. This was something that I have been pushing myself to do

Living with Luna

First of all, if you can verbally state to me that you’re “not a dog person,” I am automatically going to assume that you’re a psychopath, and you should leave this blog immediately. Now, if you’re a normal, functioning human being with the rationale that dog is man’s best friend, then you may continue further

Dodging Sunday Scaries

*Deep breath* Well Sunday, here we are again. Its 7:30 PM, the Monday morning feeling is setting in, and I am regretting all life decisions that have led me to this moment. Last week was a shit show to put it in the nicest way possible. I was tired, the kids were tired, I cried,

Adulting

I am so over adulting. There, I said it. I know you were all thinking it, so let me address the elephant in the room by saying – hunny, skip the glass, drinking from the bottle with your pinky up is still considered classy. If you think about it, nobody really asked for this bullshit.

Tick Tock

Everyone has that one thing that makes them tick like an exploding time bomb. That one thing, that is maybe so subtle to the rest of the world, but drives you up a wall. I just so happen to be special enough to have several things that make me cringe. Subject number one – eye

Coming Home

Well friends, for those of you who are dying to know more about the grandma behind the screen, here is your first glance into the looking glass. I was indeed that child who moved away from home the second I got the chance. From my mother’s perspective, it was for no reason other than to

Shake That Booty

What are you passionate about? What are you good at? What is your talent? Your interests? What drives you? Gives your life meaning? What fills you with so much fire and passion that you just can’t help but share it with the world? My answer – um, anxiety and over analyzing situations?.. I often find

How to Hard Boil an Egg

Part of being a successful adult requires a combination of stupid sh*t that makes you feel prepared, healthy, and far above the little people of the world who don’t know how to hard boil an egg. This beautiful, Spring-like, Sunday morning, I jumped out of bed promptly at 8:23 AM, made my over priced Espresso

Whoa Baby!

I often utilize the phrase “my kids.” While working in the public school system, that is a very common phrase among teachers and staff. Obviously these words are referring to our students either in our class, or in my case, kids on my caseload. Recently I have been entrusted with two GINORMOUS secrets far to

What the F*ck?

“What the actual f*ck?” I say to myself AT LEAST 57 times a day in my head. There are just some moments at this age that I can’t fathom what screws could possibly be loose that cause people to act in the manner that they do. Now, being the young adult I consider myself to