Parenting Rants, Soul-Searching Rants

Low-Key Badass Parenting

When I started blogging again towards the end of June last year- PS: I totally missed my re-bloggaversary, but I'm still accepting gifts and trophies and any kind of attention that doesn't require me to be seen or touched or directly spoken to- I sort of made an unspoken pact to leave my kids out… Continue reading Low-Key Badass Parenting

Deep Rants, Soul-Searching Rants

Let Go and Let August

This morning was...just off. I was up at 4 a.m. tossing and turning, unable to get back to sleep. Wierd, because I'm the absolute worst kind of deep sleeper. Despite my innermost drama and the fact that I have all this miscellaneous junk floating around my mind at any given time, for as long as… Continue reading Let Go and Let August

Deep Rants, Soul-Searching Rants

Everything and Nothing

I know that I'm not alone. It's an incomprehensibly big ass world out there and it's filled with billions of people who are going through all of the fucked up things. Not one of us on this planet is more deserving than the other of a happy life and not one of us is an… Continue reading Everything and Nothing

Deep Into The Foxhole, Deep Rants, Passion, Soul-Searching Rants, Witty Rants

Lectures With Dr. Fox, PhD in Rantology

Can anyone here tell me what is lacking in this world more right now more than ever? Oh you're all so eager to answer this question! Alright alright now, settle down kids. Hmm let me seeee...eeny meenie miny.... Michael! Michael is the underdeveloped brown-nosing nerdy kid always sitting in the first row. He tries too… Continue reading Lectures With Dr. Fox, PhD in Rantology

Witty Rants

Mid-Flight Rants

When you're hovering 30 something thousand feet in the air inside of a synthetically engineered metal bird, all you can honestly think about, is death. Let's face it. No one wants to admit the morbid fuckeries that are lingering around our brains while we are unnaturally up in the sky because that's just too real… Continue reading Mid-Flight Rants

Deep Into The Foxhole, Passion, Relationship Rants, Soul-Searching Rants, Witty Rants

Confessions of a Broken Bride

For the past week I've been digging for some light-hearted rantspiration because I feel as if I'm constantly like damn girl, why you gotta be so dark all the time though? Lighten up yo. Except I haven't used the word "yo" since I was 12 when I also used to force my handwriting to resemble… Continue reading Confessions of a Broken Bride

Letters

An Unhappy Mom With Things To Say

Word for word. That's how I graced the subject line of the e-rant that I just electronically shipped to the manager of the gym where my son has been receiving mixed martial arts training for the past 3 months.You already know that this title was well fucking calculated. I'm sure this guy gets TONS of… Continue reading An Unhappy Mom With Things To Say

Deep Into The Foxhole, Lifestyle Rants, Soul-Searching Rants

To be.

I am a lot of things. I won't list said "things" because I could be here all damn day hitting you with an epic "about me" essay, but obviously one of the main things I am is a shameless over-sharer. Let's face it, I'm a fan of talking about myself and of my life- the… Continue reading To be.

Humor, Witty Rants

Confessions of a Paper Clip Slayer

I consider myself to be a bit of an oddity. I am super fucking weird. Seriously, there are some quirks and things about me that make zero sense, whatsofuckenever. Take this ridiculous and wasteful habit of mines for instance: What the hell is that you say? Oh you know. A photo. That would be my… Continue reading Confessions of a Paper Clip Slayer

Humor, Lifestyle Rants, Parenting Rants, Witty Rants

The Results Are In. Facebook… You ARE The Mother

I don't know if it may be that Mother Nature is having a hormonal tantrum, or if perhaps global warming is to blame, or if there was like a catastrophic sperm-storm that hit every other uterus here in Miami and who knows where I was (thank God) but literally, I feel like I'm being ambushed… Continue reading The Results Are In. Facebook… You ARE The Mother