I know, I know… it sounds like I’m setting you up for a rather pathetic joke.
A chicken and a sheep walked into a barn… Not quite.
When I was younger, still living at home with my parents, we had a strange couple that would walk around the neighborhood. When I first saw them, I figured it was just a coincidence. But then I saw them a second and then a third time and then it became the norm. Continue reading
The 4th of July is my favorite holiday. I’m sure you don’t hear (read) that very often, but for me, it’s true. I love how it brings people together (and by people, obviously I mean us Americans). It’s the one day out of the year that we can put aside our differences- political, personal, et al- and enjoy the day for what it is; a celebration of freedom and of our country.
But that’s not even the best part. Continue reading
We all have those stories of times in our lives where we’re surprised we didn’t die from embarrassment. You know the type… like the dream where you’re making a speech in front of a large audience of your peers and you look down and you’re standing in your underwear…
Well this story isn’t as tragic, but it was traumatic non-the-less. Continue reading
Fella asked me to be his forever and I said yes!
I’ve never been one of those girls who’s dreamt about their wedding since they were little. I always knew that I would eventually get married, and I have an idea about the style of dress I want (hats off to you Say Yes to the Dress), but when, where, and who to invite are still all unknown. Fall or Spring? DJ or band? Outside or inside? Chicken or Fish? I have not a clue. Continue reading
When I was little, I had my fair share of Barbie dolls and Polly Pockets and I spent many play times coming up with elaborate story lines for them to act out, but there are so many fashion shows, date nights and house parties a 6 year old can envision. Once I grew tired of my dolls, I wound up playing with a laminated poster depicting empty rooms throughout a castle. There was a ballroom, a library, a kitchen, a dining room, bathrooms, bedrooms, the tower, and even a terrace overlooking a garden. Continue reading
I don’t consider myself a writer. I don’t look at blogging as a profession or a hobby, though what else would it be if not either? I don’t get paid to post my works online, so it’s not a profession. So a hobby…? I didn’t think I had any to be honest. When I’m not at work, my time is spent with Fella either watching tv, playing video games, or taking the canines to the park; some pretty lame hobbies if you ask me. Continue reading
I’ve been working since I was 16. Not that I was terribly eager to join the workforce at such an early age, but I started driving at that time and had to pay for my own gas (parents’ rule). My first ever job was as a ‘Sanitation Engineer’ which is the classy way to say Janitor. I worked 2 nights a week cleaning an ophthalmologist office after hours. It was by far the least glamorous job a sixteen year old could have, but I enjoyed it. Continue reading