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Things That Leave Me Scratchin’ My Head {Coffee Talk}
1. Republican politicians, can I tell ya something? You really need to work on your “Hate the sin, love the sinner” message ’cause right now you’re failing miserably at explaining anything that has to do with women and rape. 2. And while I’m on the political, women can handle heated debates, so stop saying that Obama’s and Romney’s sparkless debate was because they’re “courting women voters and women can’t handle conflict.” Ummm, have you ever had contact with a woman? In this century? 3. I hate that saggy pants thing that guys do. It’s so not cool. Especially when the guy is over the age of 20. By that time…
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Shock {Nails to the Yeah}
OK, y’all, I may need you to save me from myself! Seriously, look at those traffic cone orange nails. I know I said that I wanted to step out of my comfort zone and try new shades but, dang, this is like running past the caution tape and falling off the cliff. I’ma have to reign it in… The color is called “Shock” by L.A. Colors and it is quite the shock. Every time I looked at my hands I was startled. As much as I hate the color. And, yes, I hate the color, the nail polish itself is probably one of the best polishes I’ve used in forever.…
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Breaking Curfew {Nails to the Yeah}
When I was growing up, I was the family rebel. My only purpose in life was to exasperate my mother, shock my father and thrill my sisters. Some would say I suffered from “Middle Child Syndrome” ~ you know, stuck in the middle, always fighting for parental attention. Whatevs… I had fun. Our curfew was “12:30, no later than quarter to 1.” Even after I grew up, joined the Army and had a child. My mother was serious, no excuses. Ever. One weekend, while visiting her, I decided to go out with some friends and I left my infant daughter with her. Thinking I was grown {I was 20 with a…
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Day 28: What’s in My Grab Bag?
What do you carry in your handbag or wallet?
