The Blogging Bae

  Hey everyone… happy almost weekend. Now that that’s outta the way, let’s get down to business. This post is going to be a little different. Not because I don’t want to talk to all of you… because believe me I do…  buuut…  before I proceed, I have to address the elephant in my room. The huge elephant that seems to linger and for a while, I’ve been curious about.  So yeah… this blog post isn’t really much of a post at all. It’s a letter and it’s dedicated to one specific person out there!  And… by the end of it, I hope  YOU  know exactly who  YOU  are.  Shall we begin… Yes, let’s.  Dear Whomever:  I am not really sure who you are? Although… I’m pretty sure you are one in the same. I have my suspicions but they are… just those… irritating suspicions. I’m not even sure you follow this blog or will ever read this entry but I have a feeling you do and you will. Call it a hunch… or a gut feeling… or call it whatever you like.  I just have a feeling you are privy to new postings somehow. On

  Hello, all! How did your weekend treat you? Mine was “eh”… it was decent but given the news that my government decided to go back 50 years, that kinda set a dismal tone for how this weekend was going to be.   My buddy/neighbor did take me out for drinks on Friday and I got to drown my sorrows but also met two lovely ladies-one in which-I made plans with to hang soon enough… so at least there is that.  Saturday, I cured a hangover and tried to keep my mind off of the tragic reality that has become my country. I could go into all my feelings about what happened on Friday but quite frankly between the rage and sadness, I just don’t have it in me at this time.  Instead… I am going to talk about my book. Because for the love of Goddess it needs to sell so I can stop getting in fights with my husband about bills.  Here’s my reality: my husband and I split everything down the middle and although he has provided for me at times, that act never goes undone without a constant reminder of what

Hello, my sweets…. And happy Sunday! It feels good to be back but I do have to ask? Did you miss me… This time last week I was once again getting acclimated with being back in the states and returning to my regularly scheduled program called, “Living That Work Life.” I absolutely adored my holiday away but I was definitely ready to return. For starters, a friend that I was truly hoping to catch up with, flaked on me. I was so close… yet too far away from them. Secondly, I was traveling with mostly an older group or women that wanted to retreat early and wake up equally as early. I don’t have an issue with this… I get it… I was just very bored most nights while being in an exciting foreign country. Lol… now you understand why I was so excited to see my friend. I thought with at least them there, I would be able to go out and live the Italian life past the hour of 7pm… or should I say 19hr?  I know at 42 I’m no spring chicken but when I go on holiday, the last thing I want to do is go