Another Beautiful Day In Chaos

sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't…

Whine/Rant

The high cost of help

Admittedly, I like to do everything myself. It’s not that I’m a control freak, I just know that people rarely do things without expectations and I don’t like being beholden to anyone. But…everyone has their breaking point and we’ve gotten two feet of snow this weekend. My right elbow is angry and screams loudly with every heavy shovel full. To say I’m exhausted is an epic understatement, and the snow […]

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Stephanie with the big mouth.

Ohhhh…. there are not enough words in my extensive vocabulary to define how fucking furious I am. I had that conversation that nobody wants to have, last night. Mr. Right wanted to talk to me about some things and I needed to cover some touchy topics with him, as well. I had to somehow discuss the fact that I had history with Incredicock. Limited history that had no effect on […]

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Derek the douchebag.

I knew when I agreed to this date that Derek was not my current type. I actually picked him for that reason. Let’s be honest… I’ve been ass deep in heartache and begging…. the least attractive a lady can be…. so I didn’t expect this to be a fun choice. This was a date based on vice, not vision. I have had a horrifying week full of sore muscles, financial […]

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Unfriended

I’m not a huge fan of social media to begin with. The endless oversharing, the people who have to detail their day for the disinterested masses and the overwhelming political discord that divides families and friends. I don’t love it because there’s not much TO love. I tolerate it for the baby pictures and mindless crap to read in the middle of the night when I can’t sleep for the […]

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Jesus Almighty Crossfit

Y’all… there aren’t words. My thighs feel like I had a one night stand with Jeffrey Dahmer and he fell asleep after eating a little of each. Every step hurts. Every breath hurts. I liken stairs to natural childbirth. Walking down stairs hurt last week. Upstairs feels like unmedicated surgery this week. I. Am. Crippled. Handstands and pull-ups. Push-ups and squats. It has kicked my ass in every imaginable way. […]

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