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
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
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
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
Sometimes you can fix stuff. And sometimes you can’t. I’m glad I never learned the difference. Continue reading Trying
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
Sometimes, a little quiet conversation about nothing in particular is just what I need. Continue reading Needy
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
I’m just going to sit here and chortle into my cleavage… Work can wait. Continue reading Ha!
A memory came to me yesterday while having a conversation with a friend about Christmas decorations. I’m willing to bet nearly everyone has a similar memory: Sitting cross legged on the floor and untangling strings of lights from Christmases past. Maybe your memory includes sugarplum smells drifting in from the kitchen, or strains of holiday music played on vinyl that’s become warped over the years, … Continue reading Twinkle Twinkle
If you go out in your back yard in the dark, after it rains (or the sprinkler runs, or it’s just foggy and damp because the humidity in Texas in November decides to stay at a disgusting, muggy 98%… and no, I’m not suffering from any type of seasonal disorder that causes me to eat leftover snack-size Three Musketeers bars by the handful, or maybe … Continue reading PSA