2018 Goals and Dreams


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This year is looking to be amazing.  I know.  It’s only 4 days into the new year but I have a feeling!  I’ve got a big announcement coming soon and big goals.  I know I’ve been saying it the last couple of years but I realized that while setting big hairy scary goal is great but I freak out and drop the ball every damn time.  Setting a specific time frame for that specific big goal kills my drive every time.

So I’ve taken a page from someone that I greatly admire and I’m going to  Continue reading


Coming Back



I love to write.  I really do.  I was told once to stay away from doing it professionally so I never really tried.  I’ve kept blogs over the years using it like an online diary mostly.  I used it as a place to vent about roommates back in the day…honestly can’t remember what it was call but it’s no longer available.  I have a blog on Blogspot that I haven’t written on in a few years because I left them to come here.

Why am I telling you this?  I don’t know who is actually reading this anyway BUT I really want to start writing more.  I want to start sharing more.  I want to start writing multiple times a week but I don’t know what to share.  What do you, my readers, want me to share?

Do you want recipes?  Do you want meal prepping tips?  Do you want “How To” posts?  Do you want linked videos as well as images and/or text?  Please help me out because right now I’m at a loss.

What Do You Plan and How Far Out Do You Plan


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It is no secret that I am a planner.  I don’t like to “wing it” on most things.  We’ll “wing it” when we go the Renaissance Fair or when we go to the Beer Festival in a couple weeks.  Those are the types of events that I’m okay with the “wing it” mentality.  There are tons of booths to see and visit.  However I like to have a plan on when to leave to get there and come home and make sure that we have enough to eat in addition to all the drinking.

I NEED to meal plan.  If I don’t have a plan then I won’t eat very well. Continue reading