This is my mantra each and every day: Even when I’m feeling the blackest and grumpiest and farthest away from anything that looks or sounds positive, a little voice peeps up in the background of my head: don’t give up!
Never Give Up

This is my mantra each and every day: Even when I’m feeling the blackest and grumpiest and farthest away from anything that looks or sounds positive, a little voice peeps up in the background of my head: don’t give up!
So, I’ve recently become aware that I’ve screwed up the “Comment” section of my blog. I had added a little thing called a “plugin” to try to make it easier to leave a comment but it appears that now only
Heaven on earth. Yesterday, I got my right arm wet for the first time in a month – I took a shower. Yes, I’ve been getting the rest of my body clean via soap and water, but there’s nothing like
I have some cool pics of my recent adventure into the realms of people who’ve had surgery – the docs in their colorful scrubs and magnifying glasses, the surgical team in action, the X-rays showing the plates, me during a
No, I’m not getting any more piercings. But apparently when I fall on my wrist sideways and break it, I do it up right. Or wrong. Whatever the case may be. In any event, I’ll be getting some pieces of
Yup. It’s my right arm… …and I’m right-handed. Onward and upward!
Have you ever felt like you needed a break from life? Like maybe it was time to collect your thoughts, make some changes, do some thinking, take a walk in the outdoors to clear your head? I’m guessing a lot