After my son was born in 2007 I had that itch to be creative and that burn to diarrhea my thoughts out onto the blog-o-sphere. So thereby I created my own blog just like everyone else and their mothers cat. My blog was aptly named “Sarcastic, Funny and Brutally Honest”. I was influenced by Boobs, Injuries…
Back in the saddle
The girl with no name
I was born to a single mother. My biological father did the lickedy split before I was born. No pity please, I don’t care that he left. I’ve had no emotional connection to him like, ever. My mom went on to marry (and then divorce) another guy and have my brother somewhere in the middle of all…
30 and counting
30 is a scary number. It’s a number that makes me feel old and past my carefree prime. I have a lot to be thankful for and a lot that I have accomplished for being “only 30” but nevertheless, I still feel like a week old banana. A couple of weeks after my 30th Birthday, my…
