The question of identity

We all have the “I will never be…” or “I am just not cut out for….” Well, as I complained about before, I am there. With essentially stopping my career and becoming the thing I swore I never would, I …

May your day be as happy as a baby sloth hugging a stuffed giraffe.

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I have turned into one of THOSE women…

(Thanks to Getty Images/this article for me borrowing the photo above).  I am a stay-at-home mom who makes extra money for my family by working for a direct sales company. Direct sales as in home parties about make-up, candles, tupperware, …

Random thoughts I had last week

Coffee with good friends just makes life better. After I always feel refreshed and that I could actually handle this world. It could be the coffee or sugar that typically goes along with these meetings but I am pretty sure …

Everyone likes to blame the President.

“A president is at any given moment a panacea, a target, a butt of jokes, a politician, a boss, a son of a gun, an inspired leader. Herblock, in his book Here and Now, related a joke about everyone blaming FDR for their ills. He wrote, ‘Back in the 30’s there was a story about a man who went to the race track on his 55th birthday, traveled in car number 55, and found that his room in the hotel near the track was number 55. Knowing a red-hot hunch when he had one, he bet everything he had on the fifth horse in the fifth race, a steed named Five-By-Five. He watched his horse break in front, increase its lead at the quarter, and stay ahead until the stretch, where it was nosed out just under the wire. The hunch bettor stared darkly at the finish line as he tore up his tickets and muttered, ‘Damn that man Roosevelt!’.”

Nothing ever changes.