The Woodlands Biotch

…throw away your old bank statements.
i confess; in a rubbermaid container, beneath a layer of dust and stored under the bed – between the dried remains of the first corsage i ever received and my mickey mouse ears from disneyland - there are a few sappy love letters from boys from back in my high school days. [...]

i have to step back from my ongoing series about sunscreen and other good advice because a gang of marauding tweeps pissed me off yesterday, and they don’t know who they’re messing with.
if you’re on twitter and you have a blog, chances are you’ve heard of #blogchat. someone put a bug in my ear about it [...]

forget the insults.  If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
i woke this morning to find that i had, in the tiniest of ways, aided a friend in her path to realisation that it really is okay to admit that some people suck, and to stand firm in your beliefs. and i’m glad i could [...]

Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind, the race is long.  But in the end – it’s only with yourself.
you’ve heard that expression, right? “keeping up with the joneses”? let it go! what’s it prove? anything? nothing. and chances are it doesn’t make you one bit happier. if there’s one thing that i’ve learned, and have [...]