Rebel Behavior

For the first time in my life, I was called a rebel. It was a mumbled, under your breath, didn’t think the young kids could still hear you kinda name calling. Me? A rebel? Listen here Karen, I think you must have me confused with somebody else, because I have never been anything close to

Size 2

Now, we are all aware of the unspoken group of women who have secretly purchased some bullshit detox tea from China in hopes of the magic over night affect of a tinier waist, and somehow a perkier booty. You guessed it, I am a member of this secret society, and GUESS WHAT! I waisted $50

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

Hey There

“Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o’clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap.” Barbra Jordan Welcome to the life of a young adult with the mindset of a geriatric, blue-haired, old lady with 3 children.