After months on the road, I came to terms with the selfie. I resisted for a while. I hate taking photos of myself and I generally end up looking terrible or stupid or the least flattering ever. But, some of my friends who read my blog encouraged me to add more photos. In an effort…
Bozeman, MT
Here is a collection of the highlights of my house and dog sitting time. Museum of the Rockies Friends who are Family
Me Vs The World
In times gone by, I would sometimes fall into a negative space and compare myself to those around me. The people who seemed to have more, do more, be more than me. Perhaps you know the drill of higher incomes, better looking, bigger house, more assets, stuff like that. It is an easy pattern to…
The Pants
First, let me just start by screaming at the top of my lungs: WOMEN’S PANT POCKETS SUCK!!!!! In fact, many women’s clothes do not even have pockets. They have these fake things that look like a pocket on the outside but are not a pocket in real life. Just a bunch of stitching and seams….
Sister Army
Crabby Ladies in Cars? Bitchy Babes on Bikes? Voracious Vixens in Vans? Mavens with Moxie? Grumpy Grandmas? The Fabulous Fifty Somethings? Women of their Own World? I am not sure what to call my new women’s group. This group will be for us shitheads, cynics, negative Nancy’s. Those of us who cannot, or refuse to,…
No Shave November
It is Thanksgiving and I am at the beach. I have not shaved my legs or my armpits for nearly two months. Well, I have not taken any sort of razor to any other areas, either, if you get my drift. I stopped when I wore pants all the freaking time and my skin never…
Oh, Florida!
Oh, Florida, how you challenge and delight me. Your offerings are many, your challenges diverse. My time here bringing blessings and frustrations and beauty and bugs. I am working hard to know you better, dear Florida, and not judge you from this small place where I now stay. I am not generally a warm or…
Placebound
With the high of my achievement beginning to wane, I am settling into my stationary life for the next few weeks. Sure, it is in paradise. I mean, I am on the Gulf of Mexico in Southwest Florida. Even when it gets cold it is in the 70’s and I am still able to recreate…
Interesting and Infuriating
I hear music, some fucking kid barking like a dog, people talking, fires crackling, some other kid screaming. I smell wood smoke, pot smoke, diesel fuel, and the leaves of a cool breeze. I see lights and fires and tiki torches and headlights and the moon and some reflective bulllshit from somewhere. I am amidst…
