Taste Each Day

Some days I feel like I am in a war.

With myself.

The internal battle inside my head is crazy intense and I find myself arguing with my inner self like two 10 year old girls.

“You are such a baby!”

“No I”m not!  You are!”

“Whatever loser!”

“I know you are but what am I?” Continue reading

Watering Dead Plants

I am a murderer.  Of flowers and plants that is.

For whatever reason, when I was born, the part of your brain that has the capacity to take care of living things such as flowers, plants, and other blooming items, was completely left out of me.  But I have tried.

And tried.

And tried. Continue reading

A New And Different Sun

“Our lives are frittered away by detail…Simplify, simplify, simplify!”

Growing up, I didn’t fully understand what Henry David Thoreau was trying to say when he wrote those words. But over the past year they have become my life’s mantra.

Nothing is simple today.

In order for my face to be glowing as well as acne and wrinkle free, I have to use no less than 4 different products at least twice a day.  Sorry gals, Noxema and Oil of Olay don’t cut it anymore! Continue reading

He Knows My Name

Do you ever Label yourself?

I am such a screw up.
I am fat.
I am lazy.
I am ugly.
I am worthless.

The past few weeks, I have struggled with just this thing.  While I have accomplished some amazingly wonderful feats, the past few weeks I have felt so unworthy, unloved, and unappreciated.  Continue reading

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

Exhausting All Possibilities

The below picture was actually taken as a joke a few weeks ago while exploring an old resort site in the Elkmont area of The Great Smoky Mountains National Park.

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What you don’t see are my two friends hiding behind the stairs…waiting to photo bomb my picture. Continue reading

Born To Stand Out

I didn’t chose the Ginger life, the Ginger life chose me.

Growing up, having red hair was one little Nuance I could have lived without. It constantly brought attention to me, and people were forever touching my hair and “Oooing” and “Ahhing” over me.

I was absolutly miserable. Continue reading