I dislike parenting. I dislike parenting. I dislike the part of parenting when you have to disappoint your kids and make decisions for their own good. And when you do you feel like sh*t because then they are mad at you and sad over the decision at the same time. And yet, you know in the long run it’s the healthy decision for them they just don’t realize it in the moment. You know what I dislike about parenting the most? Doing it alone because then you have to take the entire

The World is not your trashcan. Obviously, this Chick-fil-A customer doesn’t believe in the same values the franchise has if they can so boldly throw their lunch out the window at Lake Shawnee. There are plenty of trash cans all over the place here. In fact, if getting out of your car is too exerting for you - I’m gonna bet you could find a trashcan to pull up to without getting out of your car. I never understand how a person can take a large bag like this and just throw it

I want you to stay alive. That’s what I think when I hear of those who find they simply cannot go on. I don’t know who needs to hear this but I know someone does. I read about those who feel they can’t go on or … they chose not to and my heart breaks. I think about how they try to reach others and we don’t know the cues. We don’t try to get to know them. Today, while my girls went to their grams house, I loaded up Bentley and we went to visit the residents at the agency I wor

Prologue: Lots to read. But do you want to keep scaling past information to justify your silence? Or worse, to place your political belief over the fear of ridicule? Of losing friends? Business? If you speak the truth as Jesus did, then you won’t be chastised for it. As a friend once told me: if they don’t like what you’re serving they aren’t your people. I am glad some are no longer my ‘people’ because I don’t want those kind in my life berating me for sticking up for what’s

I will always stand up and speak for those who cannot and for the oppressed. Write when it hurts. Write when the feelings are strong. They are strong now. To the point my stomach is in knots and my heart in my throat. That is how much I feel things. I am empathetic to the hilt. I feel this way because of what the 'pres' of our country said about a governor. He called him a re**rd. Even writing about it just churns my stomach. Makes me feel ill and pain. Pain for those who

I wrote an entire blog last night and for some reason, it did not save.  This is the 3rd time this has happened to me.  When will I ever learn? As usual, I will use this as a learning experience, but furthermore, an opportunity to ask God if what I wrote needed to be changed.  It sucks to have so many feelings and emotions because when you do, you want to get them out right away.  Like NOW! Not like now, as in right now - but I mean this hypothetically. Last night I was writi

I posted only a summary of this blog the other day and decided to add it to my website with a bit of elaboration. This was my mantra the other day: I'm not gonna drink I'm not gonna drink      Dang right! There is nothing in the house to drink I'm not going out I'm not going out      Uh, Yeah. It's too dang cold! I won't go to store for alcohol I won't go to store for alcohol  No, I won't. I am too dang lazy. Problem solved.     I read something on social media abou

Painting by Michael Mize - title: Leap of Faith I drove home singing tonight after leaving an art gallery where I made my first real art print purchase. It was $95 and I knew I could not pass it up. Singing. I felt it. I went to the store after the gallery and even in the store, I was doing a few moves to the music from my headphones. Driving home, one of my favorite songs played and I kicked up the volume a bit and patted my chest as the emotions came out through a loud ve

I'm not sure what is happening but I cannot decide if I am annoyed by it, grateful for it or just not ready to let go. Last weekend I did not want to drink. Highly unusual. I tried to have a drink while I was cleaning house and I suddenly got the 'blech' from it and tossed it. I resorted to coffee. Then on Sunday evening around 7 my daughter came home and I was so happy about it, I ran upstairs and grabbed a seltzer and began to drink it. I went to the grocery store and came

Sometimes, I actually think I look pretty; other times I feel like such a worn down ... human and look like it terribly. I dislike those...

I am so effing sad, depressed, lonely and exhausted. Not physically exhausted but mentally and emotionally. Does this mean, when you see...

My puppy, Bentley. My little buddy. He does provide contentment to me. 💛 By the time you get to the end of this, you are probably...

I was actually still sick this day but determined to get my butt outside and mow at least part of the pasture. I've been sick since last Thursday. Today is Monday. That is 5 days and I still do not feel the best. I think there might be only one person in this world who understands me and knows how much I despise being sick. He knows this of me because he knows I love my active days and energy. It is my previous business partner and friend, Chris. I think it is amazing how

Another new stage. The two older girls are gone and spending the weekend together- therefore it is just Clara and I. On Saturday, Clara...

I am my own worse and terrible critic. I cannot seem to be happy with myself. I feel like I don't do enough. When at the gym, I wish I...

I drove to work this morning with the music on repeat of two songs. Superheroes by The Script and It Don't Hurt Like It Used To by Billy Carrington. Both songs move my heart in ways, even I had no idea could happen. I think back to all these crummy days of laying in my bed - not ever sure which one ... from teen years? From the one where my first boyfriend and I lived in a house that was swarming with cockroaches? Or the house where we laid on a mattress on the floor that a

Alright here we go. Last Friday ... no, last Thursday, I picked up a check from the bank for my share of a business I helped begin 5 years ago. I don't want to get into all the who I did it with and why. I think I have written about that before. Okay, you do need some background. It is a coffee shop - made for the community in an area of our town where there was not one. And I wanted it to be a place for high school students to go to when they didn't have other options. The

What I am channeling these days. Thanks Ozzy for helping me to become who I am now too! I drove to work yesterday channeling my heavy metal days. Of course when you're much older it is a bit hard to do. But listening to Ozzy Osbourne definitely brings back some memories. Listening to Paranoid by Black Sabbath was one for the record of all throwbacks. I never got to see Ozzy in concert. At least I don't think I did. However, I did ask my ex-husband if we got to see him and

I posted this photo on my Facebook to show my friends, I still have a goofy side to me although lately I've really been harping about...

I told a friend who encouraged me to do more writing that I do my best writing when I am feeling depressed … or anxious. I found this...