Winter Season

I’m sorry everyone. I got out of order. Here’s what’s really next. Promise to pay closer attention next time. Smile Please be advised ADULT LANGUAGE! Oscar chuckled. “Unless we have an Earthquake, I don’t think your bed will be rocked too much.” “You’re not going to throw a wild party and all your drunk guestsContinue reading “Winter Season”

My last weight loss journey: journaling

I find journaling laborious. There’s no fun in it. Yes, it sucks! With that being said, writing stuff down is the best way to keep track of it. A budget. A gratitude journal. A prayer journal. The notes on my phone is a rockstar. Especially since I discovered you can make it read to you.Continue reading “My last weight loss journey: journaling”

Tess of the D’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy: it’s all HER fault.

I just finished listening to the book and it upset me greatly. Before I start, allow me to say that yes, this book was written in a different time. But gee. So here’s the low down. The local preacher tells Tess’s dad that they are descended from a wealthy line of people. Tess’s branch hasContinue reading “Tess of the D’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy: it’s all HER fault.”

An empty love tank

I have discovered, I’m running on fumes. An empty love tank? It’s not all about gloom and dooms. So with myself, I need to be frank. ~ What would fill my empty tank? What traits do I seek from a romance? There are things I’ve learnt from past relationships I can take to the bank.Continue reading “An empty love tank”

My last weight loss journey; lunch time

I used to walk on my lunch break. It’s no fun walking by yourself. Now that the weather is getting cooler, I might start back. Maybe go to the dog park? I’d be burning gas to get there. Plus, how sad would Cheekie be if I went to the dog park without him? I couldContinue reading “My last weight loss journey; lunch time”

Winter Season

The next piece of writing that I’m going to share, I’ve called ‘Winter Season’. This is a poem from that work. Winter Season I sit here staring out the window lately, dreaming of tomorrows white blanket stately. Tomorrow, the day that never comes, but aches like a thorn under your thumb.   That shining beaconContinue reading “Winter Season”