Living at home. Living with my spouse. Living at home. Living with my spouse — in an apartment, in a house and now in a TINY apartment while I’m dreaming of living in our house…because it has a yard….because we have two dogs…and live on the third freaking floor. So far this has been my… Continue reading Wishing Life Away and Other Advice
I’m pretty sure that Paulo Coelho had a vision of my life at this very moment when he thought of this quote. Since we are making a warp speed jump to my life as it currently stands, you’ll understand if I don’t fill you in on all the past details. But a little history wouldn’t hurt. David… Continue reading Round and Round We Go
I DIDN’T DIE! It’s literally been over a year since I posted anything…..I’ve been so wishy -washy with blogging that my life looks nothing like it use to. Stuff has happened people. Things that stressed me. Depressed me. And basically made me not feel interested in sharing my thoughts. It’s WAY easier to share your honest… Continue reading Letting go.
To word vomit is to commit an act of self sabotage. Anything that you would think first before saying is not what comes out of your mouth while word vomiting. All I want to do is word vomit. Lately I see a lot of 1. Disputes on Police Work 2. Presidential Nonsense 3. Black Lives… Continue reading The Best Kind of Vomit
As a member of the LDS church I’ve grown familiar with the idea of good, better and best. In 2007 Elder Dallin H. Oaks, an apostle of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latte-day Saints gave a talk on forgoing “…some good things in order to choose others that are better or best.” I like to… Continue reading Good, Better, Best
Total change of topic for the blog, but hey it’s been a few and things have happened and I promised a friend I would post this so here I am. In August of last year David and I hit an adulthood milestone. Home ownership. Or as I like to call it Blissful Mounds Of Indebtedness.… Continue reading Bathroom Facelift Part I
Life kept moving and so did I. I became a running addict. If I ever felt stressed or angry, I ran. Ollie loved it because I took him along with. But eventually my right foot wasn’t loving it so much. I decided to see a podiatrist. Yep, I was divorced and had a Podiatrist at… Continue reading When a Runner Can’t Run