Last week, I ventured into my annual, of what I like refer to as, the oil change and tire rotation. This is what typical women call an OBGYN yearly visit. I just like to spin it into something else. Makes the whole event less awkward. My belief is if you can make...

Hi! My name is Allison and I'm recovering from the effects of impulsive decision making. I apologize for springing this upon you. I am sure that you are shocked. After all, if you have followed my blogs, you already know how sane and well-adjusted I am. Just kidding....

Happy Valentine's Day or, if you live with me, you got a resounding "Happy Thanksgiving". Yes, my spouse chuckled at my greeting. I would love to say that the intent was garnered in gratitude, but I had yet to have my caffeine and honestly, I am not a fan of the...

My health journey has made me keenly aware of action that needs to be taken. Why am I 55 with my days filled with doctor's waiting rooms? Why is my traitorous body rebelling? I don't recall my body filing a formal complaint. Or, it is possible that this constant...

I'm sure that many of you can relate to my current predicament. You have a situation that needs an expert, but the experts have no idea, so they experiment. New meds. New training methods. In case, you are confused, I am talking about Tiny Dancer aka Myla. In the ten...

Finally. A new year full of possibilities. A promise of a new beginning filled with unrealistic expectations because that is how we self-sabotage ourselves. Fuck that. If you are a gracious follower, you already know that I have a hate-hate relationship with...

I'm not sure why I am surprised that my gorgeous German Shepherd is a unicorn. I seem to attract special nuggets who are marching to their own drummer. After two weeks of her manic tail chasing, I was referred to a specialist. A specialist because NO ONE else has a...

Happy Thanksgiving where it is completely acceptable to gorge yourself into a coma while wearing stretchy pants then complain about how full you are, while continuing to eat. Seriously, there is a whole lot more to this day than that. Hell, that is Brian's mantra...

In my last blog, I promised to post my experience at a gas station. Okay, it isn't just a gas station. It is the partnership of a Walmart and the State Fair that produced an illegitimate child named Buc-ee. This beaver opened up this cult gas station/over-the-top...

Hello. Me again. I have been in the clutches of a corrective sinus procedure where they packed my nose with tampons and taped a maxi pad to my face to help control the bleeding. Okay, it wasn't tampons or maxi pads but it certainly looked the part. After finally...