I crave to write. I think about it constantly.

I dream of a finished office space, white furniture with wall-to-wall white shelving filled with my books and my magazines. I dream of pristine walls with a slight hint of turquoise. I dream of a wide open window with lightweight sheers and a white orchid sitting on the sill. I see myself sitting at a glass top desk, lightly tapping out my mediocrity for all of … keep reading »

It was bound to happen sooner or later. Since returning to work, back in May, I’ve been running myself ragged. For the past 8 months I’ve been trying to manage two full time jobs, a family and non-existent social life to the point where my body has finally said, Listen lady. This is bullshit. I need rest.

And it rested.

After a grueling week of 5 am – 12am days, a weekend of two sick … keep reading »

It’s not often that I cook. Everyone who knows me well knows my cooking typically consists of quick and easy items: macaroni and cheese (Velveeta, not that Kraft powder shit), spaghetti, sandwiches, zoodles, sometimes boxed preservative laden meats even.

I think it’s more the waiting part that turns me off cooking rather than the actual mixing, working and creating. I am very much the type of person who needs immediate results in order to be … keep reading »

I hummed and hawed about writing that obligatory close out post for 2009. Frankly it was a bitch and entirely unworthy of my time. I have never so badly wanted a year to end, but here I am bidding her adieu.

So I said I wasn’t going to write about it, and I’m writing about it. Sue me.

2009 brought so much heart ache to friends and family. 2009 really had nothing all that wonderful … keep reading »

I set up a Facebook profile ages ago thinking I would use it once and a while to stay in touch with some of the people I grew up with. It was a way to remain connected even though we’re really no longer in each other’s lives; to remain in the past while life quickly spins into oblivion and before we know it, we’re 30 and have no idea where the past ten years … keep reading »

For as long as I can remember, I’ve procrastinated. Holidays are no different.

Every. Single. Mother. Effing. Year. I say I will start Christimas shopping in the summer. I will buy that *perfect* gift as soon as I see it and not rely on my memory to tell me what it was I was thinking of getting 6 months after I’ve seen it in the store.

Every year, I wait.

Every year it is 5 days before … keep reading »

I am insanely busy with work, more work, and my husband decided – while we’re in the midst of renovation – that we’re going to host Christmas this year.

Needless to say, I am stressed the fuck out.

And did I mention busy. Because, I’m busy.

After over two weeks of posting nothing, I am leaving you with this gem.

You’re welcome.

Sadly, I think I know how she feels.

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I was twelve years old when Aunt Flow arrived on her maiden voyage. Later that evening,  I was attending a sleep over party in celebration of the commencement of summer vacation and I was absolutely terrified and completely unsure how to handle the situation. I was so panicked that something awful was going to happen, like I was going to wake up the next day looking like Carrie after the bucket of pig blood … keep reading »