I haven’t been blogging lately because I’m all kinds of cuckoo for cocoa puffs over the World Cup. Men in tight shorts. Need I say more? Alright that’s total crap. Aside from the Hubby’s running commentary and believe me, it is running, I’ve haven’t watched a lick of it. I really do like the ♫ Ole, Ole,…
Thinking Out Loud and All Over The Place
My brain is a cluster fuck of thoughts right now. For real, I’d probably give Sybil a run for her money. Or his money. Or their money. Or his mother’s brothers money. ‘Eh, you get the idea. Instead of properly articulating my musings with words and whatever else people use to form proper sentences, I thought I’d…
WIAW: The Detroit Edition
Words are not my friend. At least not right now because I am struggling to pen a post. I suspect it has more to do with being a woman and the trials and tribulations associated with that same gender than it has to do with actual writer’s block. I don’t want to do anything outside of sit on…
Urban Farming with Little Ol’ Me
Sometimes the best way to get stuff done is to do nothing. It’s seems counterintuitive, and it still works. When my To Do List runs miles long and everything on it seems like a chore, including meditating or weeding my flower beds, then I know it’s time to take a step back and chill out. I…
How To Make The Most Out Of Leftovers
I really want to do an educational post today, which means we’ll gloss over the fact my alternate title was How To Make Leftovers Your Bitch. Right, where were we? Me, bringing a teaching moment to the table, which feels all kinds of weird for me too, especially since I’m probably the last person you should reach out…
WIAW: The Decadent Day
I like a little decadence in my day. Especially when it comes in the form of food or even mad monkey love. I’m not turning down either unless I have a headache, and then I might pass on any extra caffeine. It’s been a hot minute or three weeks, depending on what kind of calendar you go…
Did You Know?
I’d like to play a little game today called Did You Know? The idea of course is I share little tidbits of information, Out Loud, while simultaneously asking if you knew at the beginning of each one. It’s continuity in prose. Plus, it gives me a chance to use bullet points, which are pretty much the rebel step-brother…
You Can Do It; Put Your Pen Into It
♫ Write it out now; the funk soul brother. Check it out now. The funk soul brother. ♫ It’s ironic. I’m about to embark upon a post all about writing, and I can’t think of an introduction. ‘Eh, beginnings are overrated anyway. You might have already guessed, but if not, you should know today I’m joining a Blog Hop and answering…
Arman: You’re My Boy Blue
I’m pretty sure we’ve established I have aging issues. As in, I really don’t want to do it. It’s not easy watching my skin slowly lose elasticity and my eyes develop bags the size of the Grand Canyon. My advice would be to avoid it all costs, which I hear is feasible if money is no object,…
Ten Blend 2014 Secrets Revealed
I had no intention of writing a recap post for Blend 2014. For real, I know everybody and their mother is going to be getting in on this action and far be it from me to get on people’s mothers. That’s just awkward and highly inappropriate. I don’t want to follow the herd either and share…