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To my 16 year old self: Don’t worry, when you are 53, you will still be rummaging through your drawer looking for Clearasil and cover-up. Sigh… Continue reading -_-
Author: sandimay2000
Hi! I'm Sandi!
Turn-ons: I enjoy sushi, kittens, long walks on the beach, and fancy words with more than three syllables.
Turn-offs: Bad drivers and people who don't know the difference between "your" and "you're"; "there", "they're" and "their"; ""to" and "too"; "lose" and "loose"... wait, this isn't a dating site? Sigh...
I have enjoyed writing all of my life. My 5th grade teacher, Mr. Taylor (RIP), was the first person who told me I had a knack for it, and encouraged me to keep it up. At the time, I was writing poetry and children's stories. Two English teachers in high school also nudged me in the direction of creative writing. Until the birth of social media, I only wrote for myself or sent stories to family members via email. It wasn't until Facebook that I truly began to get into it. The feedback was so positive, that I began to wonder if I could actually introduce myself as "A Writer" someday. Fast-forward 10 years, and my friends and family began to wonder if someday would ever happen. Positive feedback and gentle nudging became outright demanding, and the best of friends took me out for coffee, drinks, and to lunch with the sole purpose of kicking my butt into gear. With the help of my tech-savvy daughter, I decided that creating a blog would be the perfect jumping-off place. If I land on my ass, I figure it will at least give me something interesting to write about...
Bodhi
“Bodhisattvas play the long game. They have confidence in the power of goodness over time. And they know that dark times bring out the heroic in us.” -Norman Fischer Continue reading Bodhi
Feeling Salty
Dear Pringles, Servings per container: 6? Are you kidding me? Have you not MET “Hormonal Sandi”? Well, at least you’re optimistic. Keep the faith! Cheers, Salty in Waxahachie Continue reading Feeling Salty
24 Hours
I want to use fancy words to describe the last 24 hours, but I find myself at a loss. Truly. In the last 24 hours: I have been told the best news (twice). I’ve heard terrible news. I have conversed with friends experiencing the beginning of relationships, the end of a job, the stress of family issues and illness, the excitement of a trip, and … Continue reading 24 Hours
Moonstrucked
Self-pity and bitterness are sneaky emotions. A pack of 14 year olds will stroke your head for roughly 36 hours before telling you to snap out of it (Cher-style!) and linking arms with you to drag you into your next adventure (or misadventure). Why is it when we get to be adults we suddenly think others have a right to wallow until they become grumpy … Continue reading Moonstrucked
Trying
Sometimes you can fix stuff. And sometimes you can’t. I’m glad I never learned the difference. Continue reading Trying
Sky Dive
And it’s raining. Again. I might be crying, but who could tell? I’ve given up on personal solar energy…I’m now holding it together with sugar and caffeine (and maybe tequila). I’m not proud of myself, but breakfast was pumpkin pie with a shot of eggnog. If the sun ever comes back out, can someone please wake me from my sugar coma? Continue reading Sky Dive
Needy
Sometimes, a little quiet conversation about nothing in particular is just what I need. Continue reading Needy
Things I’ve Learned
Things I’ve learned: Bangs are almost always a bad idea. Macaroni and Cheese may not fix everything, but it helps. Sometimes the answer IS Tequila. You can always start over. Always. Spiders should never build their web at the bottom of my spaghetti pot Often, the best answers begin with a joke. Turns out, broken hearts can mend. Just not in the way you expect. … Continue reading Things I’ve Learned
Ha!
I’m just going to sit here and chortle into my cleavage… Work can wait. Continue reading Ha!
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