I get low with strangers on the dance floor

Ten Things I’ve Done Since The School Year Has Ended & I’ve Become An Unemployed Rockstar

(aka A Brief Review of the last week which has prompted me to become a dancing fool- reminiscent of my tender youth, complete with a renewed appreciation for embarrassing drinks- such as the monkey’s lunch)

1. Marveled at how kind you all are. The comments and emails from my this post have blown me away. It was a horrible day and I wrote without honestly expecting the feedback I got, but each comment, email, phone call really made a difference. I may …READ MORE

The one where legions of females stab me with the pointed heel of their stiletto

Let me preface this with saying this entire post is about Sex and the City. Let me also say, that there are spoilers in this. Many. So, if you haven’t seen the movie, you may want to skip this post. And if your love for the movie outweighs the love you feel towards any human, you may also want to skip this because I’m afraid you may not like me after reading this.

Because I have to say, I didn’t LOVE the movie.

Put the knives down ladies, and let me explain.

First of all, I feel it’s important for …READ MORE

The Man Project#1: Jake

Last year, Bre had the great idea of using the month of March to write about women who changed her life. I, (being adept at stealing excellent ideas) quickly decided to follow her lead and used the month to reflect on those ladies who changed me, in good and bad. It was an interesting experiment- one that I still think of now. As I wrote of each woman or girl, I found myself digging deeper- learning more about myself than expected. Truly a great experience coming from someone who often writes about new flip flops and favourite lip glosses.

I …READ MORE

Pollyanna drops f-bombs

Do you ever feel like your blog portrays you as someone you are not? Or more accurately, doesn’t portray you are someone you are?

I’ve been thinking about that lately.

Other than the hiccup involving a poor, unfortunate and unoriginal soul- things around the blog have been pretty cheery. There’s been talk of LOVE! And BEAUTY! And FRIENDSHIP! I pretty much have all the ingredients for a rocking Babysitter Club book. I’m thisclose to posting about puppies, but am worried that if my blog publishes one more post soaked in happiness, the whole wordpress system will collapse and I will …READ MORE

Here I Am.

I never wanted to be that blogger who has a google reader number that’s closer to a thousand than zero, but here I am.

I never wanted to be the daughter who would avoid her fathers calls, but here I am.

I never wanted to be a teacher who uses stickers as bribes when she’s at the end of her rope and thinking of tying a noose, but here I am.

I never wanted to be the person who started off every sentence ” I’m so exhausted I can’t…”, but here I am.

I never wanted to be person who …READ MORE

Nobody understands me except *Mandy Moore

Today I listened to **Gardenia twelve times. I counted. Six times driving to the school (before you all smugly tell me you didn’t have work, I will say I didn’t either. I went in voluntarily to do planning. Because I’m saving up all my karma points for a new kitchen aid mixer.) and six times coming home. I listened to it once before I decided if Mandy Moore could take a run at being all angsty and filled with sorrow, then I could too. And let me tell you, I’m pretty sure by the tenth time around, I pretty much …READ MORE

The hiss from a tire makes such a sad sound

I think of writing this post almost daily.

And then I get scared, swallow my words and choose a different topic.

Because suddenly when I see the words on the screen my thoughts seem smaller. Less valuable. Less life changing. And then I wonder, why did these thoughts change me so much? Are they worth it? Was he?

And I don’t answer myself. Not because I’m scared at what the answer might be, but because I just don’t know.

Once upon a time when I was young and naive and the world was my brightly lit, always positive oyster, I …READ MORE