A love letter to my weird little town. The Power of Saying No.

An open letter to people who see images of Jesus in their food. Dear people who see images of me in their food,. This will be a brief letter because I have a 11pm appearance in a piece of strawberry-rhubarb pie at a diner down the Shore. Okay, seriously, folks. Can we talk? Are we not clear that I said the next time I came back would be on the clouds of heaven with thousands and thousands of angels in attendance? 2 Its a lot easier to have a.

I was so happy when my good friend, and old co-host for Twisted Mixtape, Kristi from Finding Ninee sent me a message this week.

Fresh and delicious stories about anything that amuses me, confuses me, or makes me blow a gasket. Take a look around the drawer. Just leave everything where you found it. On October 15th, 2017.

Bury My Cabbage at Wounded Knee. I tried to explain as best I could without revealing too much about my personal life and I did have hopes of juggling new job duties with online fun but that quickly went to shit. My job contract continues until July and then my duties will change again. I do miss the interaction with you.

Thursday, April 9, 2015. In return I ask 10 questions to the said blogger who asked me my questions, they answer them and you read those.

The no-bullshit guides to job hunting. I am on the Pinterest. My happy place is in the details.

The Worst Job I Ever Had? Like this, but Easter Egg Blue.

MY THOUGHTS ON THE SUBJECT ARE AS FOLLOWS. A first for first days. TODAY IS THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL. Looking at the clock I realized I had to rush if I wanted to stop and grab a biscuit on the way to work. I grabbed my purse, ran out the door, dug out my keys and then stopped dead in my tracks.