Lon Shapiro these are my peeps not on Medium. I got tired of going back through Facebook and such so decided that if you liked anything here but weren’t sure if it worked but maybe something else would, you could let me know before I go blind for no reason. :) Happy to hunt for you but not if you don’t want me to.

I had a bunch more planned, but apparently my clip tray only holds so much. Everything but the last several (those here) got pasted over, I guess.



As a homemaker……not one day goes by that I am not reminded of that D I got in high school Home Economics.

Why does the biggest obstacle in life have to be fear? Why can’t it be giant fifteen foot ninjas with flaming throwing stars? I could totally take on ninjas.

Wednesday would be a great deal more agreeable with me today, if it were actually Thursday.

Today I shall consume bacon and conquer a mountain, because I’m an Alaskan woman and that’s just how we roll. 😁

I’m gonna eliminate sugar (except in the form of fruit) from my diet and go gluten free. SO I THUS PROCLAIM.

Now I’m gonna say the Serenity Prayer. 30 times.

So yesterday, when I publicly swore off sugar, maybe that was a little rash….

My wheatberry caprese salad from Fred Meyer has been cross-contaminated with bacon. The Universe is speaking to me through my vegetarian salad and it’s message to me is this:


Well Universe, I shall, thank you!

If patience is a virtue, why does attempting to practice it make me want to commit murder?


Thoughts of the Day:

Curvy. Voluptuous. Thin. Skinny. Hourglass. Misses. Junior. Plus-Size. XSSMLXL. Whatever. My body type is Someone Who Clearly Regards Sorbet With Great Contempt, and I, for one, want to see that clothing section ASAP.

Does anyone else see the irony in celebrating military-related holidays (Veteran’s Day, Memorial Day, etc.) in the most PTSD-inducing ways imaginable? Sirens, fireworks, GUNSHOTS! for crying out loud. Just watching *Call of Duty makes me want to call a suicide hotline. But maybe that’s just me. *took out specific person’s name and altered this sentence slightly

When everything is awful, throw fried food and mashed potatoes at the situation.

Culinary feats are not always stringy melted cheese and golden brown crusts. Sometimes, you decide to steam the broccoli in a colander over the boiling pasta water because you don’t want to dirty more dishes. And sometimes, steaming the broccoli over the boiling pasta water leaves you with pasta water that smells like a broccoli fart.

There is nothing like the rush of taking your gastrointestinal system on a thrill-ride through the culinary offerings of an indoor flea market.

New rule: When your daughter’s boyfriend breaks up with her in front of all her friends and their parents at a school-wide show, the boyfriend’s mom should have to come over and comfort your daughter all day and endure the sobbing and screaming “BUT I LOVE HIM” for hours on end.

Leftovers: They’re making me wish it was tomorrow already.

Feelings are delicious smothered in barbeque sauce and served with a side order of French fried potatoes

If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s a slow, relentless, zombie-like pummeling that bleeds my opponent of its precious energy until it has no choice but to lay down and surrender to me.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.