I have a lot of projects going on right now. I’ve been asked to do a few speaking engagements and I’m really excited about it. Hopefully I’ll have video footage at some point. So I haven’t had time to wri te a blog this week nor do I have enough brain power to come up
Over the years I have occasionally been hit on by a man. Yes, I know even a blind squirrel gets a nut sometimes. Whether it be in person or online, I’m wondering if any of you other women (or men even) find someone’s really aggressive behavior repulsive? Or have any of you fallen for that?
I love to look through my search term results on WordPress sometimes. It’s a function on the dashboard that allows you to see what terms people have typed into search engines (Google, Yahoo, Bing) that resulted in your blog showing up and them clicking on it. This provides me with twofold entertainment: 1. It shows
(ok Bullwinkle used to show Rocky pulling a rabbit out of his hat not his ass, but ass is more fitting here) You know what I think is an absolute hilarious phrase? “Just go get a job” or “Just go get another job” Bah hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha See how funny that is? Is there some dispensary that
Lots of action on the street today! I work from home and I live in a nice city, somewhat trendy neighborhood. Lots of large colonial homes, a good bit of them are split into a few apartments that house just out of college 20 somethings. Lots of duplexes too. Anyway, for a few weeks now
This here’s a pretty basic blog today. Simple question… To cheat or not to cheat? That is the question… I thought my beliefs were set in stone, cast in iron, shackled in… die-cast fiberglass. (I’m not even sure what that means) My belief had always been, you just don’t cheat. I never did on my
I know this is probably stupid but… something has been bugging the crap out of me lately. I’ve been seeing non-stop promos for a new show on Bravo about one of the Real Housewives of Orange County getting married. I believe it’s called “Tamra’s O.C. Wedding”. Let me just say the first thing that bothers
I used to love this time of year as a kid. It was a time for renewing… new school year, new clothes (after I stopped going to Catholic school), new swim season, new kids in my class, new TV season. I freakin’ loved it. Remember in the 1970’s when they would have that special on