Some days you’re the bird, and some days you’re the worm. Lately, I’ve been getting my ass beat in so hard that the worm is laughing at me.
It is so easy to get wrapped up in the day-to-day that before we know it, the years are but muddled memories of us, "why didn't we?" The worst part? We have no reason why we didn't. Ugh, why do we only stay where we're comfortable?
Happiness. What does that mean? Happiness is a warm brownie. A brand new box of ammo for your favorite rifle. Stopping by the gas station to get pizza for lunch and the only slice left in the case is your favorite one. But what about not-happiness? Let's call it crappiness. And good gravy, is it... Continue Reading →
One of my favorite things about food is its multi-sensory connection to everything. Seeing a green chile cheeseburger reminds you of that one restaurant in New Mexico after the day you got way (like waaaaaaaaay) too sunburnt. The smell of grease brings you back to those warm, summer nights at the fair with friends, funnelcakes,... Continue Reading →
I knew today was going to be one of those days when I woke up forty-three minutes before my already-too-early alarm. Ugh. What is one to do? Stuck in that bizarre time period of too long to be the perfect nap, yet too short to top-off a short night's sleep. Meh. Anyway, at 0415,... Continue Reading →
I knew from a very young age that I had to do something great. I knew that I had to put my knowledge and skillset to use and make a change in this world. I knew that I could do whatever I put my mind to, but I had a problem. I didn't know what... Continue Reading →