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random me June 20, 2016

Holy hell, it’s the first day of summer. Bit of a let down really, as here in Texas, it’s felt like summer for about 10 days, including the sweating, sun and feeling like you are going to melt after being outside for more than a few hours, but it is the first day of summer whether I like it or not!

So what happens on Solstice? Longest day of the year, lightest day of the year and the happy midpoint.

In an effort to celebrate solstice, let me suggest a little playlist. I know it’s not 100% complete, but it’s the first thing that came to my mind this morning before I consumed vast quantities of caffeine.

What is your favorite song about summer?







a funny thing happened to me before I blogged this…

random me May 27, 2016

8 days ago i had a few surgeries to repair my jacked up sinus/nose and hopefully future ear issues.

quickly, for over 2 years, i’ve had chronic sinusitis, that has become antibiotic resistant, developing into double ear infections that have caused bilateral hearing loss.


mouthful of bullshit.

I still feel like ass. This morning I had the stents out and a checkup. I’m healing well, I guess. My face feels like someone beat it the hell up.

I just want to sleep, and sleep I will

But really, it’s been a long few years and I really, really really hope this works.


#truestory about jeans

random me April 17, 2016

The following is a #truestory about my dumb self and jeans.

I started my day at 4:30 this morning. Had things to do, people to see, work to dominate.

Woke up, got out of bed, grabbed some clothes out of my closet and headed into the shower.

I specifically remember thinking “damn, these jeans aren’t comfortable” but truthfully, I didn’t really think much about it. In fact, I thought to myself “get your ass to the gym tomorrow, you heifer.”

Went to the Shelter, helped make some breakfast.

Got home, sat down in my office and started working.

Throughout the day, I kept looking down at my legs that resembled denim sausages and in between bites of whatever random food I was eating, kept thinking “jaysus, i’m fat.”

ALL DAY LONG, I sat in jeans that were making my waist weep.

Note: I don’t have a lot of jeans. I have about 5 pairs, of various washes, sizes, and whatever, and truthfully, I rarely wear them because I’m not really a jeans girl. Or maybe I just hate the way my ass looks in jeans. Whatever.

ANYWAYS… Flash forward to 7:10pm. I get off the phone with John, yet again, lamenting about the tight jeans and the special food I ate today (pb&j and ruffles for the win) and I decide it’s time to get comfy.

I peel (literally) peel off these jeans and look at the size. And I started laughing.

I shit you not, I’ve been wearing a pair of jeans that are at LEAST two sizes too small FOR 15 HOURS TODAY.

There happens to be a style of jean at old navy that I love. Not mom jeans, not hoochie jeans, and they typically fit me in the waist and are LONG. I have these magical jeans in about 3 sizes. In a sleep fog this morning, I pulled out the SMALLEST pair I own, and struggled into them.

In my defense, I do dry my jeans, so it’s not crazy that for the first hour they are more fitted than normal, but COME ON.


Who wears jeans that are 2 sizes too small all day long, while sitting at a desk?


I do.





hot times, friday night

random me April 15, 2016

I sit here in bed, at 9:28pm CDT in the great state of Texas, on a Friday evening. I’ve removed the makeup (that i only put on a few hours ago), I slid into some extra spectacular flannel pjs that just scream “come & get me boys” and I’m multitasking. Task 1: catching up with a friend via FB messenger. Task 2: reading random articles that have nothing to do with the digital advertising world, philanthropy, and/or dog training. Translation, in my little world, tonight is glorious.

Sure, I could be out doing something cool. You know, like going outside of my self-imposed block of 20/30/360/820.

Or not going to bed before 10pm.

But really, I’m tired.

My head is tired from working.

My body is tired from chasing George, digging in the dirt (me, not George) and remembering that it’s rather important to get off my ass and exercise.

So… I cozy into the bed and give you a few links to peruse. Maybe you will enjoy them, maybe not. Either way, I’m going to bed. Because, I’m cool like that.

Beverly Clearly Turns 100

Who Knew Agatha Christie Took A Runner?

I might make this for dinner

Or Maybe This

I really want a baby elephant please

This will be taken into consideration tomorrow…


So yes, food, princesses, Ramona and Beezus and well… you have seen what is going on inside this head.

Be awesome tomorrow. Just try


inexcusable length of time between

random me March 28, 2016

two bloggity blogs.

Seriously. February 20th? Sigh. I wish I could say that I’ve been jetting across the globe being incredibly awesome, but in reality, I’m just a big dork who has over-scheduled myself to the point of pain lately.

Let’s see, whats new?

I celebrated Holi instead of Easter yesterday. Yep, I went to the Hindu Temple in Irving and ate amazing foods, played with colors and made a total mess out of myself. It was a lovely lovely change of pace and I had a blast.

I reaffirm my hatred for shopping and stupid errands. On Saturday, I ran over a dozen stupid errands and I’m still somewhat persnickety about the whole lost day. The dry cleaner ruined a dress and tried to convince me that I brought it in that way. I’m sorry- but who brings in a dress that is shredded? NOT ME. I’m too lazy to make a trip for something that isn’t going to turn out well.

Last week, I found out I had a gas leak in my house. Correction, 4 gas leaks. YAY money. YAY.

Two weeks prior to that, I found out I need to have the sewer line from the house to the street replaced. YAY money.

Basically, I’ve been hemorrhaging out cash at a violent rate since the last time I blogged. I cracked the screen on my Mac, and had to have that repaired. Oh, yea, my AC is broken in my car. I wish there was such things as “Imodium” for wallets. Stop the diarrhea of cash so to speak.

Life has been good despite the money suck.

I turned 39 since we last talked. 39 is special. I wake up in the mornings and have to run my hands under hot water to get them to fully function. My left hand is really interesting- when I wake up in the morning, it’s almost formed a claw. I googled “what is arthritis”, but felt too old, so I just take some Ibuprofen and get along with my day.

I’m trying to shrink the ass- that’s an ongoing fun project, right? I had a banana and a English muffin this morning. More of less healthy? I don’t know. I did low carb for about a month, lost 19 lbs and then my stomach decided that it didn’t appreciate the new way of eating. So, now, i’m trying this 1:1:1 ratio thing with one carb, one protein, one fat… although, i’m not sure if i quite hit it with breakfast. My big goal is to get through the day without eating vast amounts of chocolate.

I’m 1/4 of the way through a furniture refinishing project. I mean, i’ve sanded down both curios, but I need help with the next phase and then I should be on my way.

George is still a little black domestic terrorist. As I type this, I hear him “doing things”. Loosely translated “doing things” means that is he eating, chewing, stealing, torturing something that does not belong to him.

Spring is finally here in the Great State of Texas. I’ve been digging the dirt for days and it’s glorious.

Ok, I’ve procrastinated work long enough. I must get onto the first day of the last week of the month, the last week of the quarter. The week that my sanity gets challenged.

I’m off to make tea, turn up the music and just make today happen.


Be awesome why don’t you?