I've fallen a little (far) off the writing wagon, and sadly, for no conceivably good reason. I didn't end up getting the dog I posted about, but I did go to a dog training seminar at an Outdoor Show I attended a week later and now I feel as if I really need to have … Continue reading February Recap (Resolutions)
At the beginning of last month, I decided I was going to make 18 resolutions for the new year. Why? Because I am an over-achieving fool. To try to keep myself accountable, I will aim to review my status of each of these resolutions monthly. Let's see: Walk 250 steps an hour. Okay, okay you … Continue reading January Recap (Resolutions)
It's been a little slow at work lately. I'm tempted to not even put this in writing, in fear that this admission will summon the universe to deliver more work than I am able to handle into my lap as a sort of pendulum swing, restoring the balance type of act. Anyway, it's been a … Continue reading I Have Made a Terrible Mistake
In the afterthought of my post from the other day, and my general tendency to make poor life decisions regarding my general well being overall, I have decided to jump on the annual bandwagon and commit to sitting down and figuring out 18 resolutions for this upcoming year, potentially writing about them if I ever … Continue reading Resolut(18)ns
This morning, I woke up feeling like absolute dog shit. I rolled into the shower, my head throbbing with an emerging headache, before climbing back into bed, only to snap awake 30 minutes later (now running late) still feeling like absolute dog shit. Once I arrived at work, half alive, I had the insight to … Continue reading Holistic Headache
I just returned from my week-long Texas trip yesterday and the biggest thing I learned from my time there was this: Texas roads are terrible. Just absolute garbage. Texas is miles and miles of gravel shit. I'm honestly surprised people don't have to change their tires annually; it seemed that every single street I drove … Continue reading Where We’re Going… We Need New Roads.
I get a high off of traveling. Growing up, my mom was a flight attendant. I spent plenty of days with absolutely no memory of my age but a distinct image of my mom and I riding across the airport trolley, unloading at the terminal, her punching in her employee code at the doors that … Continue reading Drug of Choice: Travel