Stuck in a Taco Bell Drive-Thru

Hey everyone,  I’m trying to get back on track with writing now that I am back from gallivanting around southern Colorado and decided to jump back in with a re-post.  I’ll have something new soon. Thanks for hanging in! They got me. Arggggh!  I wasn’t paying attention to anything but the fact that my stomach was on fire and I had to eat, RIGHT NOW, and I saw that there were only two cars in the order lane.  Split second decision later and I was contemplating a quesadilla or a burrito.  Now, I know I’m not really supposed to be…

Damn the Model that Talked Me Into a Bikini

Some days I get into these strange moods and I end up making decisions that I know I will probably regret later.  These might include cutting all of my hair off, or buying two packages of ice cream bars that I will TOTALLY have the willpower to eat just one a day, and/or dry shaving my legs with an old razor because I’m in a hurry.  I’m just saying these might be good examples of what I mean—I’m not copping to anything. Now that I think about it, “some days” is somewhat of a misnomer.  A more accurate way to…

Well, At Least My Shoes Still Fit

Picture this: You naturally wake up to the most beautiful filtered sunlight cascading through your slightly opened blinds, and before sliding out of your faintly over-heated sheets, you stretch the most beautiful stretch and think on all the possibilities you have before you.  You lazily roll over to the side of the bed, push yourself up and out, and slowly make your way to the shower, where you let the hot water soothe your aching muscles and let the smells of your soap and shampoo wake your mind.  Pictures of all that you will accomplish during the day run through…