Live to Love

Watching Chocolat while on Whole30 was probably a bad idea.  Also, what even was that movie and how was it nominated for an Oscar?  What I wouldn't do for a Caramello right now.  Mmmmm...nom nom nom.  I have been informed by a friend that I talk in my sleep and that even then, I'm sarcastic. ... Continue Reading →

black hoodie magic

My sister asked me what I wanted for Christmas and the only thing I could come up with was a black hoodie.  Love me a black hoodie.  I wear mine at least 6 days a week.  It's the one consistent thing I do.  Grown-up Christmas lists are hard.  It really is true - you get... Continue Reading →

Bless You

I spent my Sunday night being a basic bitch with a little paint and sip action.  This painting started as a wedding gift...ten years ago.  No joke.  I ended up not going to said wedding and they have since divorced.  So it has been behind my couch since 2010 collecting dust...until now.  I'm not quite... Continue Reading →

Nightmare on Detroit Street

It happened.  My worst nightmare.  That thing of urban legends - that irrational fear I have had ever since I was a child.  My hand was in the garbage disposal - oh you know where this is going - and it magically turned on.  It was off.  I made sure of it...three times...because I'm a... Continue Reading →

Version of Me

I would have been Sporty Spice.  That is said with the assumption that Drunk Spice wasn't an option.  I love sports.  I do.  I was raised on it.  It's one of the main ingredients to what binds my family together.  And now it's that time of year when I wear orange and black once a... Continue Reading →

Love Will Find a Way

Yesterday was the 18th anniversary of 9/11.  18 years ago, I sat through my 8am class at Indiana University unaware of the horror happening in our country.  Those were the days when I channeled my undiagnosed A.D.D. through doodling, writing lyrics and literal daydreaming which, often times, morphed into sleeping through class.  Whoops.  I will... Continue Reading →

Trickery

I started my most recent trip around the sun by losing an entire chunk of eyelashes.  I had no idea how important eyelashes were until half of mine were missing.  It's not a good look.  Maybe now I'll finally learn to wash my face before I go to bed.  (Probably not.)  Fun fact:  they grow... Continue Reading →

Ms. DOUBTfire

I discovered this week that my trust issues reach as far as the sea.  Literally.  If you've never seen a woman pee in utter fear, go boating in the ocean with me.  I honestly had no idea how afraid of the ocean I was until that moment.  I was certain a shark was going to... Continue Reading →

It’s All Coming Back to Me

Well, it happened.  I'm 36.  The floating beer pong was a giant success as was the crate of coconuts that were delivered to my door.  Dare I say, the world could use more coconuts.  Truly.  Even the moon, full in all its glory, showed up for me.  (Selenophile (n.) A person who loves the moon) ... Continue Reading →

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