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August 2017

My two cents; desensitizing children.

So first and foremost, you do you. This does NOT come from a place of judgment or assumption. I have heard a lot of topics recently about what to do or not do around or in front of your kids…. Continue Reading →

Thanks for nothing, anxiety.

So there I was minding my happy Friyay times and wham!  No really wham… right in to the wall.  What started out as not feeling so good turned into the afternoon in the hospital and sleeping 24 hours over the… Continue Reading →

My baby boy

Y’all I can’t. I opened these pictures… And bawled my eyes out. I am so proud of this young man. He is about to start his senior year in high school and I am over here asking what I could… Continue Reading →

My two cents; tipping

Analyzing a percentage of anything you have to pay for, you want to have a lower-the-number-the-better take, generally.  However, my big butt stops this idea at tipping.  Twenty percent minimum should be factored into your budget for the hardworking people… Continue Reading →

Everything seems so creepy…

Not sure why I am picking up on these random things recently, but some things I have heard, experienced or said all of the sudden just seems so creepy.     Yesterday, for example, I was listening to the radio on… Continue Reading →

He smelled like a Mediterranean ottoman!

Dear God, I just realized after that title and yesterday’s post about dating, I should clarify that no, this is not a dating in real life post… but I am sure it would be hilarious too!  Also, for clarification, I love… Continue Reading →

"Put me in the game, coach"

  I am terrified to actually admit this, because then I have to do it, and for even more pressure to follow through, I decided to write about it.  What do I need to say out loud?! Well, to be direct… Continue Reading →

Lost boys.

Hate, racism, and bigotry have no place in this world, and definitely not in this country where men and women of all races, creeds, colors, nationalities fought for our freedoms, some giving their lives for it.  In the heat of war and battle, when these very heroes are covered in mud, sweat, and blood, the color of skin is irrelevant.  

Kintsugi – you can call me Sugi

Kintsugi – is the Japanese art of mending broken things, filling the cracks with gold to restore its natural shape while strengthening the item.  
“it’s very important that we understand the spiritual backgrounds or the history behind… the material.” 
“to find beauties in broken things or old things,”
“It’s one beautiful way of living, that you fix [it] by yourself.”

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