

25 Blog Posts Later
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


You're the Bee's Knees
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


Give Me Your Plunger
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
Bye, Bye, Bye
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
I HAD a Dream
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

Passerby #0438712
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


When the Light Returns
Good afternoon everyone, sorry this post is a little late. I am struggling to write it because I know what I want to say, but the words just aren’t flowing. Let me start somewhere else. Let me tell you about my sister. Imagine a ball of light, every time you look at the light it warms you to your core. It’s like you’ve never felt so warm before—that’s my sister. She radiates warmth and love. KC is 1 year, 3 months and 18 days older than me and when we were younger, everyone t

A Magic 8 Ball's Wisdom
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


All Those Wonderful Ripples
Recently, a lot of people (2) have come up to me and asked, “Isn’t it scary to be an active bystander?” and “Why do you do it?” I told the first person, “Yes, I’m obviously not meant to be a security guard, and sometimes that’s what being an active bystander feels like.” But when the second person asked me, I wasn’t as surprised by the questions. In fact, I think I had a pretty good, perhaps too honest, response. I told them, “I’m actually an incredibly selfish person. I’m se

Claremont Green Dot: A History Lesson
Travel back with me to the year 2016, what a year. It was that year that I chopped all my hair off and dyed it green, accidentally of course. Little did I know, that even as I was trying to wash out that awful green, it would return to me in a slightly different hue: Green Dot (GD). Green Dot originally started in Homer, AK, but in 2016 it traveled the 4,633 miles—I mapquested it—to Claremont, NH. When it arrived, two organizations became heavily involved in implementing it,