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This bloggirl is under construction.
Pardon my fairy dust.


I want to thank all of you for the support, feedback, enlightenment and inspiration y’all have blessed me with here, there and everywhere.

Not sure which way is up right now, but am looking for the right direction. Meanwhile, my writing may be sporadic (when has it ever NOT been sporadic?).

Come to think of it, when have I ever NOT been under construction?



This was my soundtrack this morning.

Listen (if you want) because I love to share my musics.


“Now everyday I wake up I take out time

to give thanx that I’m still existing

Still insisting

that my people open up their eyes up

and wise up

so we all can rise up

WAY ABOVE the rim of the muck

But we can’t if we’re stuck

In “I don’t give a f*ck”

And lost in a daze Lost in a maze

This ain’t nothin but the end

So follow me into the sun and let your soul be free”


"It feels good to know that though you’re falling down,

you’re gonna land on your feet."

Ps- Thanks Zoe for the mind-blowing image it has been my mascot for the past month and a half.

PPS- Listen to the Strange Fruit Project!!  DOOOO ITTTT!


I. Give. Up.

I Can’t.


I’m Tired I’m worn
My heart is heavy
From the work it takes
To keep on breathing

I’ve made mistakes
I’ve let my hope fail
My soul feels crushed
By the weight of this world

And I know that you can give me rest
So I cry out with all that I have left

Let me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends

That you can mend a heart
That’s frail and torn

I wanna know a song can rise
From the ashes of a broken life
And all that’s dead inside can be reborn
Cause I’m worn

I know I need to lift my eyes up
But I’m too weak
Life just won’t let up

My prayers are wearing thin
Yeah, I’m worn
Even before the day begins
Yeah, I’m worn
I’ve lost my will to fight
I’m worn

If you want to comment:

  • Ever reach the end of your rope, find yourself on your knees? Gone through something where you felt life needed to change or you would rather die? Tell me about your rock bottom. I feel like I have reached mine 1000 times over but obviously not, it just keeps getting deeper.


It’s like:





And repeat.


WTF Wednesday

Life hands us stuff: lemons, blessings, unfortunately located piles of dog poo, rainbows….etc. Not all of it is tasteful, but our job is to make do.

That means thinking WTF and moving on.


Like when it’s time to shop for a bathing suit. 

I swim. A lot. In a heavily chlorinated public pool that annihilates my swimwear in a matter of weeks. That means I buy suits quite often and when I do? I get them CHEAP – sacrificing fashion for function and affordability, I scour the little Girl’s department at Target for something that may remotely pass as suitable for an adult.

As passionate I am about Childhood Obesity, $13 bathing suits is a nice perk.

PS -I ended up going with the tie-dye (they didn’t have the turquoise  in size XL).


So hot.

What I’m saying is I often look like a complete idiot everyday at my gym and idontcurrr….

Other chicks are all Lululemon and I’m over here just like:


Probably not going to help me meet a man.
Whatever. It’s Fine.

Nor will the damsel in distress card when I run out of gas in the middle of the road.
The road worker who helped me push it off the road lambasted me the entire time… “Girl? How old are you?” and “Now, how the heck someone gonna run out of gas?”

He’s right. I’m a grown woman who waits for the gas light to come on. (Until it goes haywire and doesn’t).


A month or so ago my neighbor knocked on my door and alerted me to the fact that she had bed bugs. She also said that bed bugs travel through walls. You should know I think about this each time I have an itch.

I’m still on the fence about whether she is a bit loony or this is legit – but coming home to see this outside her door Sunday was disconcerting to say the least.  

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I spent an obscene amount of time trying to open this: 
Of course I didn’t have a scissor. That’s why I needed to buy one.
That MF blister pack was making me really stabby … until I just laughed.
Which is exactly what you gotta do in life.


Besides that.

Laugh and think, WTF.

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It’s totally fine.



Relax…..take a deep breath and empty your mind….get ready for another round of OMMM- On My Mind Monday. Where the breathing is deep, but the thoughts? Not so much.

Here are some random thinks I’ve thunk this past week. In no particular order. For no particular reason. Because.


(Or..more like SPOILED alert. As in: I am.)

My thoughts of late have been a pretty steady loop of:

So excited to move in two months! I will find the perfect home.




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Three letter word that starts with the letter F.

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Where am I gonna LIVE in two months?



Clear ALL the jelly?

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Hmmm….Peanut Butter.


I eat way to much peanut butter. 


I’ll NEVER find a condo I like.


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MF Jelly


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Screw ALL the dream houses!!

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Bah. Whine. Blah.

All the first world problems.



My typical ridiculous ponderings continue, of course, but none really outperformed the above cacophony.



So I wasn’t gonna blog today. but Christine texted me and gave me the itch. I opened up livewriter, sat down and this came out.
And I feel much better.

And I only have 3 minutes and 32 seconds left until my next life!

Freaking Jelly.

I’m flying!


Maybe I should wing it more often.

  • Should I wing it more often?
  • What’s on your mind?
  • Do you play Candy Crush?

    PS- Hopefully y’all know to take my self-deprecating fat talk in stride. It’s meant with a wink.  I joke around. That’s just me. Also, You should know my peanut butter guilt lasts like 0.03 seconds… about the time it takes me to dip my spoon back in the jar.

Thank Goodness Yesterday Was Thursday Or, TGYWT! <—with necessary exclamation point. It’s that time again. Because TGIF is so 1989.  Because I love me a good acronym.

Let’s do this.





Green Tea Soda Detox

(Thanks for the winspo Joss!)











This Condo. Maybe. *Fingers Crossed*

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  • Hit me up with a T,G,Y,W or T from your week.



No Comment


Today I realized I need to officially designate my body as a “no comment” zone.

People comment on my body ALL THE TIME and I usually just let it go…  I’m pretty open when it comes to “body talk.”  Most comments are along the lines of "you look good” or “better" and I can get (or fake) a little "this is a good thing” moment.

It seemed like being overly protective or guarded about body discussion would be more disordered – allowing me to escape further from reality and down the rabbit hole into funhouse mirror land.


But perhaps now is the time to make a firm boundary (I have no problems being outspoken thank goodness LOL) and not entertain ANY commentary because it just f*cks with my mind. I am a food addict … it is all poison to me.

I have settled on my catch phrase and from now on I will be saying the following:

“We’re not talking about my body so….






Then I will smile pretty and because I am me the person will probably laugh and the moment will pass.


I should probably keep this mentality in mind when I go bathing suit shopping but more on that later… or not. 

I’ve been thinking and guess what?  There are some thinks I think you should know. Because.

1. I think you should know that in the game of stupid diet books, this one wins the Championship for stupidest title.


2. I think you should know that in South Florida it’s common knowledge that “Dolphin” is another name for Mahi-Mahi. I had some this week.


I was reading about a blogger who wrote about eating Dolphin and a bunch of people on the interwebs were like “GROSS! SHE EATS FLIPPER! WHAT A CRAZY!” and I was all like “Pshh…y’all look crazy to me – maybe its because I live in Florida, but its common knowledge that when you order or buy dolphin your not eating Flipper the porpoise.”
And they were all like “Shut up.” So I did.

I am now imparting this wisdom to you. I would investigate before ordering Dolphin in Japan, but in America the dolphin we eat looks like this:

3. I think you should know I find this sign to be a little discriminatory.


Those cars are expensive… I would LOVE to drive one if I could afford to. This seems like class privilege. Or maybe I’m just jealous. Or dumb.

Or Obnoxious.

That may or may not be my gas guzzling minivan parked there when it’s the only spot left at the library but yes it is. *blush* I still feel wrong about it.
Someone beat me up please.

4. I think you should know I have stripes and that people pay good money for stripes.

A woman asked me yesterday if my hair was natural. When I told her that God and I grew it this way she said, “Oh, so beautiful! People pay good money for that… for the stripes.”  Stripes?

This forced me to awkwardly investigate later on and write about it here because this picture is hilarious.


It was seriously a “Who the… WHAT AM I DOING?” moment.

I’m-a stop now because this is too much. Did not plan it this way but I guess the gist is this:
I think you should know I am obnoxious. The End.

  • Ever tried Dolphin?
  • I love the idea of that sign but do I have a point or am I totally missing something? (Honestly, I think I may be).
  • What do you think I should know?