Another Beautiful Day In Chaos

sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't…

Whine/Rant

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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Help

It was a long-ass weekend full of the worst parts of being a single woman. Firewood to chop and stack. A broken fence to repair. A lazy hippie who did a shitty job AND ripped me off, to deal with. A garage to clean and sort. Camping gear to put away. A chest freezer to empty and defrost. Mouse traps to set, oil to change… and that doesn’t even touch […]

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Camping

My iPad is resting on a log, with the moon lighting the lake in front of me as I listen to my little Dumpling, snore. I can hardly believe the sights and sounds in front of me because it’s taken so much work to get here. Camping is hard work, y’all. A week of prepping, planning and packing, to live like homeless people for three days. It’s also expensive. Four […]

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Naked

I found myself lost in the beautiful details of this man. The good stuff.I underestimated him and he devastated me. Instead of having a laundry list of horrible qualities I could cry over, it was far worse. He was deliciously decent and exceedingly genuine. I learned a big lesson: it is far worse to miss a good man than a bad one. It’s like losing a unicorn…I can’t just run […]

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Mice

I’m a very strong woman. I do damn near everything, by myself. I don’t ask for help and I don’t wait for any. If there’s a posibility I can do something, I try. Nothing intimidates me. But when it comes to mice, I lose my fucking mind. That’s an understatement. I am actually the lady that jumps up on the furniture and screams bloody murder. I was talking to my […]

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