Something to read as I work on my next novel.
I don’t Black Friday shop. Being five-foot-two, I have never had the desire to be trampled into a human pancake, black heel imprints on my forehead.
I work hard to clear up the skin on my forehead. I don’t want footprints on it. Acne products are expensive, man.
However, Friday (yes, The Friday, Black Friday, the big kahoona), giddy from getting my hair done, I waltzed to my nearest Best Buy, blissfully unaware of the ugly shopper’s flurry that surrounded me.
I like to go on drives at night; quiet, peaceful strolls around the suburban neighborhoods.
Autumn leaves crunch under the weight of my old Sedan. I crack the window, and a crisp breeze cools my face. Pumpkin spice wafts from the kitchens of model homes, houses all painted rose and cream. This is a place where nothing bad happens, where a girl like me can live alone.
But even when the darkness falls, my hair rises with the static of a threat looming in the doorways of my home.
A presence that I know isn’t there—but then I look again.
Have you ever personally invited yourself to a gathering?
An acquaintance announces that after the church social, “a couple of us are going/doing…,” and it’s this dangling invitation, floating in the air, waiting for you to grab it.
The lovely Megan from Lazy Thoughts made such an invitation to do the Christmas Tag.
And this is me, grabbing it.
Vlogmas #4 is here… along with any questions you may have had about the dentist. (And a mini Ulta haul!)
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Happy Vlogmas #3, dear friends!
It has become clear that Vlogmas, along with a substantial blog post for Blogmas, has become too great of an endeavor.
There are only 24 hours in a day, and I will not admit how long it takes me to edit these videos.
You can’t make me talk.
I made it. I survived.
I survived one day of vlogging.
The arm muscles on my right arm are huge.
Happy Thanksgiving, friends!
Due to my current location (and horrible wifi) I won’t be able to upload blog posts this week.
Yes. This is annoying. I’ve gone through all five stages of grief:
Denial. Maybe I’m on the wrong wifi? There’s like fifty… Yeah. For sure I’m on the wrong one.
Anger. I CURSE THEE!! YOU USELESS, SELFISH…
Bargaining. I will trade you my little brother for one hour of connection. Just one hour. Agreed?
Depression. This wifi, the universe, everyone hates me…
And Acceptance, which brings me to this blog post.
I will be sticking older, popular posts to my homepage every day until I can upload new content.
This will be kinda cool, since some of you may have never read these.
So, until we meet again, dear friends, Happy Thanksgiving!
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Thanksgiving is exactly one week away. I suggest we all begin dieting now so we won’t feel guilty after eating the entire pumpkin pie and blaming it on the dog.
Don’t lie. You would stoop to such measures if it was a really good pumpkin pie.
All families are different. Traditionally, siblings and uncles and cousins and parents take turns around the dinner table, smiling warmly and sharing what they’re most thankful for. So, if you’re stressing (or can’t think of anything creative enough) to say on your turn, I’ve got you covered.
I know what some of you are thinking.
Dread. Confusion. Crazy thoughts like, we haven’t even celebrated Thanksgiving yet.
Well, I need you to take all your weird holiday logic and bad vibes and stick them in your pocket BECAUSE CHRISTMAS IS AWESOME AND EVERYBODY LOVES A GOOD CHRISTMAS MOVIE.
Am I right, or am I right?! Okay. Let’s get to the list.
Continue reading ➞ 4 Christmas Movies To Get You In The Christmas Spirit
October lovers will be pleased to know that I am extending the costumes, pumpkins, and horror festivities for one more week here on my blog.
Even though there is already talk of Christmas… But hey. I’m a rebel. You’re welcome.
It’s been a while since I’ve written a casual lifestyle post. Our costume party has perfect timing, and I was so pleased. Everyone came, dressed to impress.
