Learning To Love Again

Ok… so can I just be incredibly honest right now?  When Downton Abbey ended last year, I was devastated.   Crushed.  Left for dead.

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On the off chance you forgot about my epic meltdown, here is the link to the post where I PLEADED for them to continue.  Please Don’t Go

For 6 years I chose to Immerse my whole being into the Crawley’s and their loyal servants each and every Sunday night.  Continue reading

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It’s Good To Be Queen

There are many adjectives that can be used to describe me.

Petite
Adorable
Funny
Witty
Passionate
Strong-willed

All would be correct.

But there is one title I have held on to my whole life….

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Time’s Up!!!

Tuesday????? Already???   Was it just not Friday with a three day weekend ahead of me 5 minutes ago??????  What happened? How did I miss it????? Where did it go????

This was the conversation I had with myself this morning as I got up to get ready for work. It is Tuesday… the day after Labor Day, and I find myself sitting here wondering…Where did my 3 day weekend go???

When I left the office on Friday afternoon I had big plans for the weekend ahead.  There was dinner with girlfriends to kick off the glorious 3 day weekend, and then I had plans to get my house organized and maybe see a movie. All my loved ones were out of town or busy, and I can’t hike right now, so it was time to get caught up. Continue reading

I Don’t Get It

Thomas Edison once said,  “It is Obvious that we don’t know one millionth of one percent about anything.”  Ain’t that the truth?!  Sometimes I look at everything going on around me and I just have to say……  “I don’t get it.” So many times the path looks obvious to me, but then I notice others going the opposite direction and I am left to question myself….”Huh????” Continue reading

Life Is Just A Chair Of Bowlies

Some may say I overreact. Some may say I am dramatic. Some may say I am a Drama Queen.  And….they would be correct. I’m not sure where it stems from. Growing up, I was raised in a very un-dramatic household. My mother or grandmother never flew off the handle and were both cool, calm and collected under pressure, but me…..everything was, and still is, a Crisis .

A crisis is defined in Webster’s as a Difficult or dangerous situation that needs serious attention.

Pretty simple. Continue reading