Green River Lake, Kentucky

Who doesn’t like to spend the weekend relaxing? I’ve been taking the weekends to unwind from the work week and recharge my batteries, which I think is important for everyone. I spent this past Saturday at Green River Lake near the Holmes Bend Marina. Put me around nature, and I find a peace that settles […]

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Lonely Estrogen

Y’all, the testosterone in my house runneth over, and I am the lonely estrogen outcast. I feel like I have a gang of gremlins living under my roof that gang up on me. There’s ride by farting near me, which is uncool, and I 100% blame my father for it. We, my angelic self and […]

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Hate Saturated

I know, it’s kind of an unusual title, but that’s how I feel we as a society are today. I’m not saying there are not pockets of good or that there aren’t people who are good, but in the last week, I have encountered three different instances with young people that not only hurt my […]

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Oh, Scotland, How I Miss Thee..

Less than a month ago, I was lucky enough to visit Ireland, Scotland and England. I absolutely loved, loved, loved Scotland. If I wasn’t married to my wonderful, incognito redneck, I would’ve begged some poor, unfortunate Scottish soul to marry me just so I could’ve stayed. Instead, I tried to soak in every single second […]

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Ramblin’ Misfit

It seems like forever since I’ve been on here. The last few months have flown by for this girl. I was on the road most of February – hit 11 states for work in 10 days. Then I spent almost a week in Arkansas. Here’s a few snaps from the work trip(s). In-between all of the […]

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Live Your Best Life

I’ve been reminiscing quite a bit lately. My oldest son will be turning sixteen in two weeks, which seems impossible to me. Where does the time go? If I died tomorrow, I know the one thing I have not failed at is being the best mom to my boys. Having a child when you are […]

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Old Stories & Memories

I’ve been combing through old laptops, moving pictures and old stories to a USB drive. There were a few stories I had started, then stopped. When my grandmother died, a piece of me died as well. There was a part of me that was sad that I couldn’t share my stories with her, and when […]

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