This is our Halloween episode! Join us for talks of the paranormal and shit like our favorite horror movies. Also…….Meghan Markle. CAN YOU BLAME US??? She’s got a lot going on.
Also we got a bunch of new microphones so our audio is THE BOMB. We also tried out a new set up. There’s a lot going on here basically.
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I read somewhere on the Internet that October 19, 2018 is Global Champagne Day (not to be confused with United States National Champagne Day, which is New Years Eve). So it must be true and I’m running with it. Finally a holiday I can wrap my mind around. What is better than celebrating a drink that you use to celebrate things with?? It is the Inception of holidays.
I cant remember when I started to like champagne exactly. I always liked mimosas….like a lot, because I love brunch (aka doing my drinking during the day time). Then, one day, I had a realization…”I can drink this without the orange juice…….” The rest is history.
This is honest to god the best soup on the planet. I didn’t invent this recipe, however I do alter a bit to make it better….because my ideas are better. Always. This is the recipe I adapted, I also cook it in a different fashion, so listen up.
Also this isn’t going to be one of those recipes where you have to scroll through eight pages of useless stories to get to the actual recipe. Honestly Barbara, nobody cares about anything you’re saying. JUST GIVE US THE RECIPE!!! I even bolded the ingredients so you can really skip all my extra damn words.
At this moment in time, a man is being considered for a lifetime appointment to The Supreme Court. This man has three times been accused of sexual harassment/assault since his nomination. His name is Bret and was a frat boy. Obviously. Brett Kavanaugh tried his best to negate the claims, not keeping his cool one bit, and showing he doesn’t have the level head needed to be appointed to the highest court in the land
However, this is not about Brett. This is about Dr. Christine Blasey Ford. Who bravely came forward with her claim and story when Kavanaugh was nominated. Also, I’m sick of the
“huh convenient time to come out don’t you think”
Like, yes, I do think. Survivors probably never want to come forward, but if their attacker was about to get one of the most important seats in the government, that would be the time to come forward.
Oh, hello!
A couple of the most wise girls I know (here and here) have said similar things that resonated with me lately. It all boils down to, if you wait for everything to be perfect before you start something, you’ll never start.
So, here is something new I’m trying. Its raw and awkward and well, its real. The name isn’t set in stone and we wonder off here and there but as far as I’m concerned….it only gets better from episode 1.
So you think you want to start a blog and enter the madness of the blogging world. Just kidding, there isn’t that much madness, this isn’t SUR. But, I don’t know what led you to this decision, which is really the first question you need to ask yourself before you start this process. So grab your tea and sit down. (This isnt gunna be some in depth thing, I’m just giving you the low down)
Whenever I think about what makes me happy, or what would make me happy its always something dramatic.
“I can finally afford that Gucci belt”, “I really want a Louis Vuitton”, “I want to go to Greece”. I’m really an all or nothing bitch, but I’m trying to change that, you wanna know why?
A wise woman once told me, put your name on your shit. Own the shit you worked so hard on. Don’t hide behind a name. I really didn’t think I was hiding, I just didn’t want my real name everywhere. However, this is real work I’m doing, and I love it. So you know what? Screw it. I want you to facebook me when you read my stuff, I want people to reach out, and I want my name in GIANT LETTERS by everything. Because it is MINE
Nothing is permanent. Especially the good stuff. Sometimes, when the fog of anxiety clears, you think it’s all over. You think that it’s over, FINALLY. You come out of a funk, you clean your room and get all the shit off of the floor, and light one decrepit Bath and Body Works candle from 2009 and relax. In a perfect world that is where the credits would roll. BUT we do not live in a perfect world, and the anxiety will come back like some terrible Mean Girls 2 sequel. I sat in my office at work, feeling the walls cave in, on your average Tuesday morning, trying to catch my breath and sweating. If someone had asked me what was wrong the answer would be “nothing” or “I don’t know”, and it wouldn’t be a lie. Generalized anxiety is stupid and it happens any time for any and all reasons.
Then, while scrolling instagram searching for the perfect InStAgRaM story (follow me here), I saw something revolutionary. It was a quote that said: