“Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things they can’t forget; stories they carry in their bodies waiting to be released.”

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MMA&Girls Favorite Fighters Pt.2

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Bad ass.  These women are my inspiration to keep on moving toward my goal.

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Balancing Act

I haven’t disappeared.  I’m still here.  Things in my world have just gotten a bit crazy as of late.  My son is getting ready to start first grade.  FIRST GRADE.  He turns six on Saturday (so, tomorrow).  We got a cat, but the poor thing has been through some serious trauma and has been currently hiding.  Every morning, we play “Where’s Oliver?”  We’ve decided that his name should be Oliver Houdini, although I’m petitioning for just plain Houdini.  My traditional college classes start Tuesday, but my online Literature and Composition class has already started and I have 7 short stories and about 50 pages of technical writing, plus a short essay due by next Monday.  I looked at all the work for that ONE class and thought to myself, “I signed up for FOUR of these? Am I nuts?” (The correct answer is yes, by the way.)  My son is in this tv commercial contest and I’m surprised at how it brings out the worst in everyone.  One child’s grandma declared war on my son, who has been getting a lot of votes, stating that my son was “crushing her Connor’s dreams!” and also stating, “This is war!!”  Um…you just declared war against a five year old.  Classy.  Another parent was disqualified for cheating.  No one is exactly sure HOW she was doing it, but she somehow ended up with 700 votes from spam or fake profiles.  She didn’t even go to any means to hide it.  It was completely obvious!  My son, on the other hand, has almost 1200 legitimate, hard earned votes.  He is currently in first place by about 700 votes.  The contest still has ten days left.  What have I learned in the last two weeks?  I will NEVER do another competition based on “likes”.  It’s ridiculous.  Also, I’m not cut out to be a stage mom.  Someone told me that all of the attitude I am seeing is because I have a talented child and people naturally try to tear down the person that they feel the most threatened by.  Thank GOD my child INSISTS that he want to be a scientist and NOT an actor!!  Anyway, that’s what has been going on with me.  I’m going to come back to writing more very soon.

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Okay, so I normally NEVER post things like this, but I need all the help that I can get.  My child with the huge personality, who has ADHD, a sensory processing disorder and who has over an Apraxia diagnosis, has decided that he wanted to do a contest to win a spot in a local commercial (and also $1000…that can buy a lot of dinosaurs, you know…LOLOL)  If this contest were based on actual talent, my son would win it, hands down.  However, it’s based on “likes”  UGH.  He is about 93 votes from first place with a week and a half left.  I’m asking everyone…EVERYONE to signal boost this for me, to click the link and also “like” his video.  Help my little man achieve this.  His video is pretty freaking awesome, I’m just saying!!  Thanks everyone!!!!

A little morning yoga for the Monkey.

The other day, I was talking about trying different pinup styles and I had shown a pic of me with the” Rosie the Rivoter” bandana style. Today, I tried the bandana a different way. I have to say, I’m really loving what I’m learning! I also finally learned what I’ve been doing wrong all these years with eye makeup. Having hooded eyelids, I couldn’t seem to make my eyes NOT look tired. Not anymore! It’s amazing what simple changes will do for self-esteem! I’ve always been a tomboy, and it’s so weird that, at the age of 34, I’ve discovered that I LOVE doing my hair and makeup! Check it out, I’m girly now! (Laughs)



Every day, I struggle within myself over the pressure to be perfect and have it all together, even when I don’t. I am the oldest child. I’m what they call “gifted”. My parents had such high aspirations for me, but I chose to marry a military man, travel the country and support his career, instead…