When I was in my twenties, I had a saying that went something like this, “I’m always happy, just never satisfied.” I proclaimed it often and at the time I considered it to be a rather profound statement. I imagined that it made me sound like a real go-getter; a determined, self-motivated, high achiever, if you will. When discussing such things as my home, wardrobe, car or most any material object, I would interject this saying, my...

It was a simple lunch with a dear friend, late enough in the afternoon to have a popular hangout almost completely to ourselves. When we get together – and this is always the case – minutes turn into hours and my family usually ends up checking to see if my suitcase is still in the closet. We tend to talk a lot. Yes, WE. Quit thinking it’s all my fault. Yesterday was no exception. The only thing different this time was the...

Blogging, why do you confuse me so? On one hand I have such fond memories of you. You were there for me when I truly needed you. You introduced me to new friends that I would never have met had you not had a hand in it. You kept me busy, too busy at times, but busy nonetheless when I felt lonely and useless. Blogging, you will always hold a special place in my heart. Yet, on the other hand you tried desperately to take over my life when I...

A dear friend sent me this email today. She knows me well. She knows the beating that 2009 gave us. She cares No matter how badly last year treated you, just walk tall with your head held high. This is a brand new year, baby! Yeah, it may have just been a forward but it was a funny one...

I bet you think I’ve been sitting on the couch – wrapped in a warm blanket with a nice, big cup of hot, black coffee near me – avoiding this blog. Well you’re close. I usually sit in what I lovingly refer to as my duck chair. It’s a chair with ottoman that are covered in a mallard-themed material. Thus its name. You probably thought it was in the shape of a duck. You really have very little faith in my...

No, as a matter of fact it has not been a month. I think that’s something I can be proud of, don’t you? I must be getting in the swing of things already. It’s hard for me to believe that just a couple of years ago making sure I had something to post daily meant everything to me. I remember spending hours and hours each evening typing away. God forbid a post, if even just a meme, wasn’t ready for public viewing the...