Over the years, I’ve known people who were into wrestling. I knew a few wrestlers by name, but I never understood it. “How can The Rock become an actor, he’s just a stupid wrestler” *facepalm* “Wrestling is fake!” I kept refusing to listen to fans, “What do they know?!”
I was in for a big surprise.Read More
This isn't about the military, this is about police brutality, the militarization of cops, and the injustice of our justice system that favors rich people and casts aside poor people, especially All peoples of color. ( I was a poor person when I got my felony, I know first-hand what it's like to deal with this)Read More
Work has me pretty busy right now despite signing onto do Camp NaNo for July, and I haven't had as much time to get the things I want to be written done. But it's cool, I'm not superwoman. I'm doing the best I can with all the curveballs thrown at me. So normally I sit and mope about all the things I didn't accomplish, but today I'd like to write out all the awesome things I've done. in no particular order.
I've prepared about five blogs to post, averaging 600 words each. They still need to be edited, but I wrote words!
I lost 10 pounds
Athena can spell her name
I'm helping a friend edit his book to the best of my ability to get him ready for a writing contest of sorts
I'm chugging away through SQL. I both love and hate it
I'm making my own application in QuickBase. It's both fun and challenging.
I found my inspiration for writing a very completed character.
I get out of bed every day.
Celebrate everything you do no matter how small society think it is. If it's big to you, it's big to you and celebrate it with cake. (Okay no cake.) Maybe a new book. You can't get fat from reading a good book.
Mom? Wife? Blogger? Coder? Photographer? Writer? Seamstress?
Can I be all of it?
Yes, yes I can. Because I’m a bad-ass. And so are you.
I haven’t always felt like this(not sure I feel it now, but I'm trying). When things got (are) hard, I would run away. When I'm criticized, I run. When I’m complimented I run. I run a lot, you’d think I’d be skinny or something, but I run to cake; because food is love. (it’s not, stop eating your feelings)Read More