You Gotta Doo What you Gotta Doo

If you’ve been following along for a while, first of all, good on ‘ya! Second of all, are you okay…?

If you’ve been a long-time lurker, then you know I’m somewhat of a fecal non-fictionary; a shit-scribbler if you will–the topic, not the quality (I hope). If you need a refresher, here are posts one and two on the subject. Now if this intro or title in any way offends you or gives you a sense of unease, click out now. This story I’m about to share is graphic, disturbing, raw, and beyond humiliating for the protagonist–yours truly.

Escaping To and From Pigeon Forge

Do you remember when I flew down to Florida to jump out of a plane for my 30th birthday? If you don’t, you’re all caught up. The original plan was for my husband to plan a surprise trip for my 30th and then I took over the planning. What do the kids say these days…? sorry. not sorry.

Well in response to that birthday extravaganza, I felt it appropriate to plan a trip for Fella’s birthday in November. Did he also reach a milestone birthday? Nope. But I’m a loving wife and simultaneously wanted to travel. Yes. I made his birthday a little bit about me, but it was mostly about him. I swear.

Unwanted and Riddled with Anxiety

Trigger warning: sexual assault, anxiety, depression

It’s been a while since I’ve sat down and wrote typed out my thoughts. I still maintain a presence in the blogosphere reading, liking, and commenting on other’s posts, but my site has been pretty quiet lately. I have been blogging for over six years now and honestly, it’s had an enormous impact on me. Not only have I made some pretty great connections with strangers on the other side of the screen, I was able to share personal stories via words on a page that I still, to this day, struggle to speak aloud.

Shooting My Shot

Ever since I graduated college, there has been a societal discussion on how my generation is filled with ‘grass is always greener’ job-hoppers; that no one born in the millennial generation is dependable nor are they motivated to work.

Well there’s a lot to unpack there, but on the topic of job-hopping…

Take It or No Leave

Sup.

That’s a proper greeting after being dormant for months, right…?

You know how ‘writers’ can be… sometimes we have inspiration and sometimes we don’t. Sometimes we can’t shut up, and sometimes we take a hiatus for an undetermined amount of time. Do I need to explain myself? Probably not. But here I am. Here we are. Hello again. How are you??

Falling With Style

For my 30th birthday, I knew I wanted to do something grand. I love adventure. I love travel. I love to experience new things, so why not indulge a little…? I remember making the discovery years prior that my 30th birthday fell on a Saturday and decided informally that I had to take advantage. Originally I gave the responsibility to Fella to plan something in my honor, but as I tend to do, I began fantasizing all the wonderful possibilities and eventually opted to plan my own celebration (with Fella’s permission agreeance).

My Tits Are Not the Problem

I’ve already published an opinion piece on fashion, but this is more of a critique on the female ‘dress code’ and expectations our society has placed on those of the fairer sex. Warning for my sensitive readers: I touch on sexual assault, my use of the f word is excessive, and my thoughts may not align with yours. I’m not here to debate; I’m here to share my views.

The End of an Era

I’m turning 30 at the end of the month and unlike many in my situation, I’m looking forward to adding that figurative checkmark to the mythical box next to “survived my 20s.” I’ve not really been much of a fan of my 20s; you’re no longer a kid and you’re not quite an adult throughout most of the decade. Struggling becomes a way of life so much so that if you find yourself comfortable, you think, “What’s going to go wrong?” I’ve always felt that my 30s are going to be a better fit for my personality. I can say with confidence that I finally have my shit together and am happy with where I am and that’s just at 29. Imagine what the next 10 years could look like…

Adventures Followed by A Rude Awakening

I thought I saw my face on the side of a milk carton and thought it was a good time to pop in and say: I’ve not gone missing. I’m here… lurking.

I like to read other blog posts chronologically and because of my recent trip (!), I’ve had to go through a week’s worth of blogs and at that point, I feel like it’s a bit weird to start liking and commenting on such posts. Maybe I’m wrong, but that’s just how my brain works.

I have many an update, but no one update is enough for it’s own post, so I figured I’d just share a rundown of what’s been going on.

Feliz Quizmas Primero!

He’s at it again folks; stirring the pot to rile up this dysfunctional blogging family of ours. ‘Tis the season for family disputes I suppose. Paul has brought us this festive quiz to ring in the holiday season and round out this year of competition. Let’s get right into it, shall we?