It's my birthday, bitches!!! I know that some grimace at the prospect at growing older. Another year of new wrinkles and sagging boobs might be a drawback, but let me just say, many don't get the privilege of getting older. So, I am embracing the crap out it. Let me...

That title is pretty creative, right? A good title draws the reader in and well, I can't make this shit up. I mean, I can, but my reality is often more entertaining than anything my imagination could makeup. Yesterday, I was the pillar of being of service. Being the...

This week has been weird. Weird in the sense that it took a while for my germ invasion to clear and having my mother thrown in the mix of that because of her caregiver's accident, well, it has made for a bumpy ride. On top of that, I am behind on my revisions and...

Monday was bliss. My mother was enjoying her new caregiver and I was patting myself on the back for a job well-done. Of course, I should have known that my euphoric bubble would burst. Yesterday, my caller ID revealed the agency that employs the caregiver. My stomach...

Let me state for the record, it is rare that I get sick. Maybe it is because I limit my time with the human race or perhaps my immune system is a rock star. Whatever it is, I love it. Except my immune system apparently is a cheating whore because she seems to have...

As I drove over to my mother's yesterday, I was preparing for the backlash. Her unhappiness with the caregiver situation has been palpable. Both my sister and myself have had the unfortunate experience of listening to the many reasons why the caregiver won't work, and...

Well, crossing my fingers and toes was counterproductive yesterday. It always hinder my ability to walk or type. Anyway, 15 minutes into the shift where my mother's new caregiver would shadow the existing one, I get a phone call asking me for my presence at her house....

If you all have been reading my blog recently, you are aware of the current saga of finding my mother a new caregiver. Her present one gave her two weeks notice to the agency, so I was assuming (you all know what happens when there are assumptions), that there would...

While my boys are proficient in many things related to household duties, cooking isn't one of them. Oh, sure, Bailey has a little bit more experience than Bryce, but even he could use a few lessons. I decided that this summer should be dubbed "learn to cook, so your...

I spent Memorial Day, finishing the first revision of my book, watching a family of baby birds leaving their nest, adjusting my mother's HVAC temperature via an app (She was cold. She was hot. You get the gist.), and then I made an amends. It was a full day. Finishing...