I love the f-bomb. I use it as an adjective, verb, and noun. I grew up in a pretty strict Catholic household. I never once heard my parents use such vulgar profanity. In fact, my Dad heard me use it once while on the phone with my friend in high school and threatened to ground me for a month. So maybe, subconsciously, I feel some sort of teenage rebellion while freely throwing the obscenity about. Does my sailor- mouth make…
Dehydration, Icees, Miranda Lambert, and a Cookie the size of my head. As the Burly Mountain men jog off with their 70 pound packs, Ryan and I turned our attention to the summit. We were not too far off and the trail from here on was challenging, but I could tackle it without a barrage of four letter words escaping my mouth with every step. Eventually, we made it to the peak and were rewarded by one hell of a…
The Trip….. Part of the “fun” of being married to an entrepreneur is that until the company is successful, you never really know if you are going to get paid each month. “Will this be the month? ” you will ask yourself. And then hold your breath… Vacations, as a result, are non-existent. So, when a business convention in Vegas came up, I jumped on it! I did not care that it was July. In the desert. It was a…
Say Cheese! One of the perks (word used loosely here) in the life of the wife on an entrepreneur is at any moment, you will be asked (rhetorically of course), if you would please “try this.” Now, it will depend on the type of product your partner’s business is manufacturing as to specifically what “try this” will entail. For me, it means to put on an item to see how it fits or sit for an unknown period of time…
The Offending Turd… It’s interesting how something as mundane and annoying as Hags (short for Haggard), our yorkie, shitting on the carpet can set into motion a sequence of events that actually leave me feeling lighter and, in fact, more energetic. I was fucking exhausted. I had worked 13 hours on my feet the day before and had 10 minutes before heading back to the restaurant. All I wanted was to sit for 10 freaking minutes. That’s all. So when…
How I found myself there… Have you ever found yourself in a situation in which your mind leaves your body and its almost as if you are watching from the outside? Like, how the hell did I get here? Weeelll, I have been asking this a lot of myself of late, and particularly over the past year. And this is exactly what happened to me when I found myself at closing time at the restaurant, with a mop in my…
The List (in no particular order)…. Here are a few of my faves… things that make me laugh and lift up my spirits… even on the crappy days… Make your own list…. These are the things that help me keep sane, and sometimes get me through the tears and fears of the shittiest of days. If you are also on this journey with me, or are simply human, I highly suggest you write your own list. Refer to it as…
The warning…. One day my co-worker (let’s call her Kelly to protect the innocent, or not-so-innocent as we learn here), enlightened me to the fact that credit card payments and the terminals themselves are, in fact, pornographic or in the very least highly suggestive transactions. And now, it is nearly impossible to take an order and proceed through the payment process without breaking into a pee-in-my-pants laugh. I truly wish I had thought of this as it is fucking hilarious…
In The Beginning…. When I first had the WTF moment of, basically, we were going to have to move. AGAIN. I knew we were going to have to make some drastic changes to prevent such a horrific event from occurring ( moving is simply pure hell, one should avoid it at all costs). Unless you are some kind of sadist who enjoys moving and does it periodically. I know a few of you and pray for you often. But I…