I can’t believe it has already been 6 solid months since I started blogging on this site. There have been some ups and downs…some posts were fire others more like soggy branches (so, NOT fire). To my faithful readers, I’m sorry to say that I will be moving on. Frosty and I are stoked to pack up our bags, bowls, bones, and leashes. The last two items are his—I swear, and be on our merry way. We are going to move to Keene. I hear they have Green Dot down there, so maybe you wil

Recently, my world has been topsy turvy. A lot of change is happening right now, and I haven’t been able to handle it really well, or like at all. In fact, one could say that I’ve made some wicked bad decisions recently. After The Boyfriend left the picture, I’ve been feeling really sad and lonely. In order to feel better, I’ve been hitting the bars Jessica Jones style (she drinks a lot). One night, I went to the bar and was having quite a bit of fun, actually. I was chatting

This week has been epic, but not really in a good way. I’m getting ahead of myself. So, I’ve been dating this same person since March. They seemed so wicked cool at first, but I think the novelty has worn off. Maybe it’s not the novelty, so much as their niceness has disappeared, to be replaced with emotional cruelty. Don’t get me wrong, I can be wicked hurtful too, but together we have created a nasty storm. Fast forward to the present, I had just gotten off of work and was

Kudos to those people out there who are able to control their facial expressions. But also, how do you do it? Seriously, I don’t think it’s even possible for me to keep a completely neutral facial expression. Like, when I’m happy my face splits in half from smiling and when I’m angry, I look like I’m about to explode. I think steam has literally come out of my ears before At times, I wish I had a remote control that listed different emotions with facial expressions on it and

Last night, I dreamt the strangest thing (in case you were wondering I am an avid dream analyzer. I’ve even taken classes to get into the nitty gritty of my dream). Anyway, in the dream I was standing, alone, in a grocery store—probably Market Basket—in front of the frozen food section. I was trying to decide which type of pizza to buy. While I was standing there debating the pros and cons of each type, the announcer came on saying that the grocery store was going to close in

How do you tell your story? Is it with exclamation points and emojis? Do you “umm” and “er” your way through certain passages? Maybe you have a fulltime narrator who provides running commentary throughout your day. Or perhaps, like me your story just seems to kind of appear with little thought. If we’re talking stories, why do some things happen? For instance, what was the purpose of spilling almost a gallon of coffee on myself before going to work? Speaking of accidents, why

I’m not really a big fan of metaphors. To me, they seem to sort of dance around what they are actually trying to say. It is ironic, because I write with metaphors all the time. In fact, I want you to imagine a glass of tea. The tea is golden brown, maybe it has some honey in it--no, MAPLE SYRUP. Since you’re kind of a hipster and care about the environment you’ve opted for a metal infuser that’s filled with loose leaf tea, instead of traditional tea bags. You’re not super de

At instructor training, one of the things we talked about was ‘finding hope.’ I rolled my eyes thinking, “This hope thing, I’ve got it on lock. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY are we talking about this? Like can we stop?” We went around the room describing where our hope came from, at which point a smirk slid onto my face and stayed there; until, I started actively listening to where peoples’ hope was coming from. One person was talking about how she had survived cancer and that made her ho

When I need a break from work, and life in general, I go shopping. I don’t tend to buy anything. But I like to walk down the aisles, especially in clothing stores and fold clothes on messy store displays as I go along. Don’t ask me why I do it, I think it harks back to the good-old days when I worked as a cashier at the GAP. That job was ok, but I really appreciated the employee discount and my evolving, killer style. To this day, I’m kinda a fashionista. This blog is not abo

Let me start off by saying, I don't want to sound all mushy and gushy, but I really need to say something. From the bottom of my heart, I need to say, "THANK YOU." I know you're probably bummed out because you've come to expect a lot from my glorious posts, but hear me out. Recently, in the last year or so, I've been watching the news a lot, well maybe twice a week tops with month long breaks in between. But that still counts as a lot right? More to the point, I have listened