Sunday, October 27, 2019

The Wait is Agonizing

Yesterday morning I stood in front of mirror and talked myself of a ledge.

I woke up exhausted and absolutely miserable.

But that's usually how it goes on the days and weeks during my flare-ups.

This one is probably the worst one I have had. They are coming more frequently and giving me less time in between for relief. This one... this round is now on day six.

My stomach, face, and hands are inflamed. Photo for evidence. Maybe it doesn't look like it to some, but that body is filled with inflammation. My mind feels like it is drunk and I am struggling to stay focused. I have spent the past three days talking myself out of intense panic attacks. But for some reason my mind does not care what I have to say and has nearly careened me off a mental cliff. Thank God for my herbal supplements as they are the reason I was able to get the attacks under control.

Those who have not experienced these ailments, will not understand the magnitude they have over a person's mind. The doom and gloom is ferocious; gnawing unmerciful at our thoughts.

And the pain... the burning agony that radiates against my
ribs and shoulder blades. Some days it's unbearable. I can't wait to rid myself of these toxic bags.  

Talking to a friend about my symptoms, she asked if I ever had Mono.

Yes, yes I have. When I was eighteen years old. First semester of college.

Her response, look up EBV symptoms.

Epstein-Barr Virus. I had looked at it a few weeks ago, but wrote it off. I had Mono. I recovered. Twenty-four years later, what does that have to do with my current ailments. Well, Niki, it has everything to do with what you're going through.

Once more, I needed a nudge from someone else to steer me in the best direction.

Now I have a small, itty-bitty plan to help me make it through these next few months until I have my surgery. I have good friends. Correction. I have intelligent, amazing, wonderful friends. I am blessed to have them all in my life.

I will update you with the results of my hopeful treatment.

Until next time, if you want to support in a monetary way, see below.

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To all of my followers, fans, friends and family, sending you lots of peace, love, and high vibes. 

Saturday, October 26, 2019

Mischief Night Release

Mischief Night - a 2019 Halloween Anthology
Brought to you by Royalty Writes Enterprises

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Featured Authors:
Alyssa Drake | Amy Cecil | Angie Martin | Ashlee Shades | Bella Emy | C.A. King, | Carol Cassada | Erin Lee | Jade Royal | Jeremy Simons | Leah Negron | Lorah Jaiyn | Natalia Schellhaas | Niki Livingston | Olivia Marie| Riley Bryant| Roux Cantrell | Virginia Johnson

All Hallow's Eve, a frightening night
When ghouls and witches promise a horrific fright
As the lights go out and you're home all alone
You reach for the phone but your heart stops at the sound of the dial tone
You jump in bed, grab a flashlight, and pull the covers over your head
Trying not to scream as visions of the undead
Cloud your brain and make you question the reality in sight
Just open the book and turn the pages of Mischief Night

In this thrilling Halloween collection by some of today's hottest authors, you'll find stories that will make you shiver and shake.
So grab a cup of hot cocoa and cuddle up in front of the fireplace while you read this brand new set just for Halloween!

👻Wrong Side of the Mirror👻

The idea for this story came to me after a vacation to Estes Park, Colorado. I took my kids on the ghost tour of the Stanley Hotel (the hotel where Stephen King concocted his story The Shining) and was super impressed with the tour guide and the history of the hotel. From there, the tale of Carissa and her ghostly visitor began to unfold.

A haunted hotel and a night ghost tour seemed like a simple and laid-back adventure for Carissa. Especially if she was able to spend a few extra days with her best friend Ashley. But when Carissa is confronted by a flickering image of a dark-haired woman, her disbelief in ghosts quickly shattered to pieces.
Wanting to save their fun from ending, Ashley concocted a reckless idea to banish the entity, not realizing she was instead opening a portal to the horrors of their nightmares.


Thursday, October 10, 2019

Facing What I Wanted To Bury

"Self-care is how you take your power back." - Lalah Delia

It was August 31st, 2019 when my life veered in a direction this Capricorn had not planned for 😱 I picked up my phone and stared at the text that glared back at me. It was from someone very close to me. Someone who knows me better than most. Reading the text sent my mind in a tailspin. I was floored. And terrified. What had I done to myself? How could I have been so selfish?

I sobbed for two days straight as I researched and read case after case of women who were experiencing similar ailments as myself. I was relieved, but devastated at the same time. Relieved because I finally knew why I was so sick, and devastated because I did this to myself. It was as if I had sucker punched myself in the stomach.

Now, it's time to face my past mistakes head-on, because ignoring them will no longer work.

Revealing raw, vulnerable emotion and personal ailments to the world is terrifying. Plain and simple. I have struggled with this post for several weeks and even as I type I'm second-guessing myself. And the funny thing is, I don't know why. Most people are good, supportive, loving human beings.

After several self-lectures and private rants, I'm finally writing it all down. Are you ready for this? I know I'm not, but I made a promise to reveal my troubles and more than that, I realize it's important to bring awareness to others. If I can convince one person to stay far away from making the same mistake, then I have succeeded. It is NOT worth it. What I am experiencing is mild compared to so many others. So here goes...

I have nearly every symptom of Breast Implant Illness.

Yes, it's a thing. And many doctors and surgeons not only recognize it, but they are advocates for those whose voices are being drowned out by the many more doctors and surgeons who do not believe there is such a thing. Which baffles me, because a group of over 97,000 women and growing everyday, who share similar or the exact same symptoms would be a strong indication to any intelligent human that this is going to blow up in the world's face. It's only a matter of time. And if I was in the medical field, I would want to be at the forefront of this explosion.

In fact, it was just recently discussed on The Doctors - What is Breast Implant Illness?

And then there is this article - Breast Implant Illness -

Most importantly, regardless of what anyone else believes or says, I know my body. And it's suffering. All because I chose to have foreign objects placed inside it. My symptoms are too similar to thousands of other women's and anyone would be a fool to dismiss the ginormous possibility that breast implants are slowly poisoning women with their toxic components.

My story begins in the Spring of 2006 when I had saline implants, with a silicone shell, implanted under the muscle. Before the implants I never had any of these following ailments plague my body, aside from a mild case of anxiety that rarely gave me any issues. I was full of energy and motivation, living life to the fullest in every now moment. I look back on that woman and wonder why she felt like she wasn't complete. It took thirteen years of watching myself slowly deteriorate to see my value. I was already beautiful and whole just the way I was.
These ailments have been plaguing me for several years now and they are only increasing in intensity and duration. The medical experts I visited in the beginning were stumped by this first wave.
  • Panic attacks
  • Intense anxiety - my mild anxiety shot through the roof
  • Chest pains
  • Difficult to breathe/shortness of breath
  • Numb/tingling hands, face, and neck
  • Heart palpitations 
  • Sudden increase in heart rate
  • Rapid weight gain
***Side note - I was admitted into the hospital for Pulmonary Embolism shortly before these symptoms began firing their attacks on me. I was prescribed Coumadin for six months. The symptoms that disappeared after detoxing from this medication, I have excluded from this list.  However, they did return with a vengeance about six years ago.
  • Primary doctor (visited on multiple occasions) - In 2006 she diagnosed me with Panic Disorder and prescribed a daily dose of Xanax (no longer taking)
  • Cardiologist in 2007 - Tests came back normal. Was told that the numbness was probably stemming from a slight case of scoliosis in my mid-back. Hence the next step...
  • Chiropractor in 2007-2008 - Treated for just under a year, but symptoms persisted.
  • Neurologist in 2008 - Tests came back normal.
  • Physical Therapist 2008 - Treated for over a year, but symptoms persisted.

Then, at the end of 2008 I found out I was pregnant. That became my main focus. It was by far my most difficult pregnancy but I attributed that to being the ripe old age of thirty-two, instead of twenty-four (previous pregnancy).

My body swelled like a blow-fish and I retained water as if I was a camel on a long voyage through the Sahara Desert. I was mortified. Even my neighbor so boldly stated, after I told him I was due in a month, "It's a good thing, because you're getting huge." He chuckled and I had a vicious Allie McBeal moment that was slightly subdued when his wife punched him in the arm.

The weight did come off after a couple of years, with an extremely healthy diet of no sugar and processed foods, as well as 6-7 days a week of intense workout.

Then 2013 rolled around.

All the above symptoms were still a problem, aside from heart palpitations and the weight gain.

And then these additional symptoms began to rear their ugly and nauseating heads. At first the occurrences came and went and they were easy to ignore, but as the years rolled by they have become exhausting. To the point that some days I don't want to face life. At all.
  • Depression
  • Rashes
  • Eczema
  • Severe dry eyes
  • Severe dry skin/face
  • Hair loss
  • Nausea
  • Migraines/Intense headaches
  • Excessive sweating
  • Swelling in hands, feet, and face (new one happened just the other day - swelling ankles)
  • Joint pain - some days it is unbearable, but walking and yoga help
  • Brain fog - it's becoming worse every day
  • Difficulty swallowing
  • Metallic taste in mouth
  • Pain on left side of chest and under the implants
  • Asthma
  • Difficulty taking a full breath
  • Exhaustion/never enough sleep
  • TMJ
  • Neck/Shoulder/Back pain
  • Allergies intensified
  • Heart palpitations returned
  • Weight gain returned
  • Ear ringing
For the past two years all of the above symptoms (earlier and later) have become unbearable. I was beginning to think I was dying. Nearly every day I am battling most, if not all, and I am tired, frustrated and disgusted with myself for not being able to keep up with my life any more. I honestly believe that the only reason I have been able to hold off the onslaught of issues is because of my healthy lifestyle. But even that isn't helping any more.

For example, a day last year I drove myself to the ER one day terrified I was having a heart attack. When I gave the ER doctor my long list of ailments, he said, "Fascinating. I would love if you would stay so we can run more tests on you and possibly catch another panic episode in action."

It was far from fascinating to me. It was frightening. I had several vials of blood drawn. And as always, every test came back normal. My thyroid, my hormones, my blood sugar, everything. And my heart was in perfect condition.

I would have never guessed what was causing me all those health problems! Not in a million of years.

My breast implants were slowly poisoning me.

And now, getting them out is my main focus. I am putting every extra dime into a savings account so I can pay the thousands of dollars to explant. It won't be cheap and it won't be easy, but I cannot wait to get my life back. I cannot wait to take that full breath again. To enjoy food without a metallic taste dulling it.  To go a week without nausea and headaches overruling my days. To not feel exhausted the moment I wake up and forcing myself to make it through each and every day. To not fear the panic attacks that are teetering on the edge of my mind. I CANNOT wait.

If you want to help me along this journey, I have lots of BOOKS to sell! Share with your friends and family. Spread the word. I am not asking for charity. Just that if you love to read or know someone who does, take a dive into one of my books and support me with the money I earn from your purchase. Below are links to my books and swag, along with my Amazon Affiliate store. I only earn a tiny percentage, but every penny counts, so if you're going to buy, please do it through me.


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I am determined to have these toxic bags removed within the next six months. The earlier the better. And there will be more to say as I stumble down this new path of mine. I really hope you stick around.

As for forgiving myself for my unwise choice, it's a work in process, BUT I am finally seeing the lessons for what they are and have come to peace with where this path has led me. On my bad days, when my body feels like its falling apart, I still get upset with myself. It can be unbearable. Thankfully, my self-love is slowly rising to the top and I am taking the long, deep breaths to soothe my grief. 

Above all else, if you know of someone or you are someone who has breast implants and you or them are dealing with the same ailments, educate one another. And if you are contemplating putting these toxic and poisonous bags in your body, I hope you don't. I strongly urge you to reconsider and do the research. You are perfect just the way you are. Take up yoga and meditation, and find the beauty you already possess.

That's my sage advice for today.

Until next time, my friends. Peace, love, and high vibes.

Sunday, June 9, 2019

Manifestation Requires Action

The first time I heard about the Law of Attraction I was baffled by this belief. I honestly felt it meant you could just sit on your couch and tell the universe what you wanted and eventually it would appear. At that time, it seemed like a bizarre and far-fetched philosophy.

Now, years later, I have seen first hand what it truly means.

Manifestation of any kind requires action on our part.

The harder I work and give to the world, the more the universe provides for my life. It does not mean I have to work myself into my grave, but it does mean I cannot sit back and ask for abundance to arrive into my space without giving anything in return.

Becoming an author was a lifelong dream of mine. When the time arrived for me to choose if I really wanted this life, it was not a matter of HOW I would make it happen; all that was necessary is that I take that first step. From there, pieces of the puzzle fell into place, as long as I kept going. There was not the option to just wait for editors, graphic designers, book bloggers, etc to come to me. My one requirement from the universe is that I continued to take the steps as they arrived before me and not worry about when the next one would present itself.

Because when I did stress about the HOW and the next step, I fell back, repeating my old habits of self-doubt and negativity. Trusting this process will continue to occur is by far one of my most challenging beliefs, even after witnessing its truth. Despite my failures and moments of faltering, it is still what I circle back to time and time again, because it works.

As I press forward with the knowledge I do possess, more opportunities and lessons present themselves. Over and over again. My growth is unstoppable as long as I keep the faith.

THIS is the Law of Attraction. Taking action toward what I desire my life to be and allowing the universe to provide each step as they are needed.

And being grateful as those moments arrive.

What steps have you taken to create your magical life?

Monday, May 6, 2019

Before It Became Complicated

Life is a grand scheme. It hurdles you into the mix of other humans, kicks you from every angle, and then leaves you to die wondering if you completed all that you came here to accomplish. Or does it?

Looking back on my life, I see a trend in the perception of my journey.

Do you have a similar tendency?  Read on to understand what I mean. If not, what do your memories tell you?

It seems I have nearly always believed where I am, in the present moment, is by far the most complicated part of my existence.

But the truth is, my memories betray me, giving me a false sense of security in my past.

Then today arrived.

My eighteen year old son is on his way to Long Island, New York, leaving Utah three nights ago. As I watch him on the GPS tracker, I am in awe in the ability to keep track of his progress and watch him drive across country at such a young age. I live in a day and age where technology has grown leaps and bounds. And because of the technology advancements, I am able to follow my son as he leaves his home state, on his own, for the first time ever.

And despite all the assurances of this technology, I still felt it was much easier when he was safe at home.

Then, my mind traveled back to a year ago, and I realized I had felt the same way. It was much easier when he was thirteen, still needing my help and support. But even at thirteen, I felt it had been a cake walk when he was only nine and loved spending time with me. And at nine, well, raising a young boy of six gave me more security for his safety then it did when he was becoming more independent at eight.

And the years went back, until the beginning of his life.

When I think of my children, or my finances, or just life in general, I can always find a time I thought was easier. Until it really wasn't.

The truth...

Life has always been complicated.

Yesterday was stressful, a week ago was chaotic, last year I had a massive panic attack, five years in the past I came to accept my seasonal depression, eight years ago I had a faith crisis, it's been nearly ten years since I lost my mom, twenty years ago I became a new mom, battling a drug-addict husband, twenty-five years ago I discovered I was being stabbed in the back by close friends, and the girl who bullied me in elementary school was just beginning to leave me alone thirty years in the past.

And the list continues, weaving in and out of all the days, months, and years of my life.

But the beauty of it all is that I am so very grateful for every moment of my life.

All that I've been through has brought me to a present time where I am more fulfilled in all areas of my life then I have ever been before.

I see the unbound wonders of the world.

I have witnessed phenomenal moments where my heart has soared and my soul has rejoiced.

My heart has opened to more people then I can ever remember, and in doing so, they have each left their imprint there.

I am moving on to a new phase in my life. One where my two oldest children are on their own, participating in their own adventures in the world, while my two younger children are beginning to learn who they want to be and why it isn't important to decide today. And us adults are improving our home, adopting a new fur baby, working to be better leaders in our job roles, and hustling harder on our side projects and passions.

Life will always be complicated. Some of these moments we bring upon ourselves, and others are thrown at us, and in those breaths of change we have the opportunity to choose how we will respond.

Life is not happening to us. It is happening FOR us. And with gratitude in my heart and a gentle reminder of how far I have come, my perspective shifts and I rise to a higher frequency.

Sunday, March 24, 2019

Repairing My Self-Care

We repeat what we don't repair. -Unknown

These past few years I have come to know the importance of self-care. It's been a topic I have become passionate about, mostly because I realized how long I went without it. Even when I thought I was taking time-outs, they weren't enough to heal my body, soul, and mind.

Balancing all three is the key.

Self-care is so much more than an hour massage. It's just not enough when you jump right back into the stressful behaviors you were running from in the first place. It's more than a bubble bath or a night of reading or a walk with the dog or a mani/pedi. Even though I believe all of those are important, and I highly encourage a variety of self-care, I do believe that without the internal focus and healing, none of those moments will continue on when you return to the hustle and bustle of life.

This past week I came down with a chest cold that knocked me down hard. It has been a long time since I've been this sick. But even still, I worked in the office every single day, because my mind kept telling me, it's better to suffer through it then catch up on the work later.

I was wrong.

By Friday afternoon I was exhausted. I curled up underneath my heated blanket and was out for an hour and a half. I didn't even have to try to fall asleep. My body was done with my nonsense.

After I woke, I laid in silence for about a half an hour reflecting back on my week and why this sickness has rocked my world.

Many good things happened the weeks before this cold struck me, but there were several unpleasant moments that created tension within me and I knew they were the reason my body had finally turned on me.

This is not a new topic to this blog, and as a Capricorn I know I have a tendency to work myself into sickness. But it has been several years since it has hit me this hard. And it was time to let it out. It was time to accept the circumstances and let go of my frustrations, disappointments, and deep hurt. The events that had taken place were out of my control and I did the best that I could with the tools I was given.

And next time I will know better.

I forgave myself in that moment and I was reminded of who I am. And then I gave myself permission to rest for the weekend. To take care of my body, for one, but to also heal my mind and soul.

I spent several hours in meditation, ceremony, and prayer, and because of this I reconnected with my higher self, my angels, and my Creator. It's a reminder that self-care is the cornerstones of my foundation and when I pause, allowing myself to heal from the inside out, I can rise again to face the world and the mountain of goals and obstacles ahead of me.

What makes me human?

I forget to take care of myself, because I'm so focused on the end game. Sometimes it takes my body shutting down to remind me to slow down and take a breath. Thankfully, these moments are becoming few and far in between. I am evolving. I am becoming wiser.

My suggestions for self-care consist of AT LEAST ONE HOUR each day:

-Daily meditation, prayer, and ceremony to connect with the energy that has created us all
-Listening/singing to music
-Exercise, walking around the block, yoga, running, lifting weights, etc.
-Bubble baths
-Art of any kind
-Massage/facial/spa day
-Find a high vibration hobby that allows you to find peace and relaxation
-Closing your eyes and emptying your mind

And on days where you are worn to pieces, give yourself permission to take it easy for the entire day. It's a difficult concept for a Capricorn to accept, so if I can do it, the rest of the world can as well 😉

Tuesday, January 29, 2019

Sometimes Love Arrives Too Late

A little naughty.
A bit disturbing.
A lot wicked.

Sometimes love arrives too late.

She was just a young girl.



But now Sami's been forced into a torturous solitude, with only her thoughts to amuse and consume her. Will love, once again, be allowed into her darkened heart or will the heartbreak of her past keep her its prisoner until her last breath?


As she traipsed up a small hill, a sense of dread rose in her throat and as she made it to the top, her heart shattered inside her chest. A scream filled her ears, and her legs sprinted toward the tree in front of her. Clawing at the bark, she climbed as fast as she could, sliding back down several times before she made it to the rope tied to the cracked branch. Easing her way out toward it, a simmering heat rose in her cheeks as panic swept through every cell in her body. 

Don’t be dead,” she cried out, as she leaned against the branch and fumbled with the knot. Her fingers began to bleed as she dug at the course rope, staring down at the top of Cassie’s head. 

After dozens of attempts she felt the branch dip down and she realized that was her only chance to save her friend. She grasped onto another branch and pulled herself to her feet, jumping as high as she could, over and over again. Her trembling fingers ached as she held onto the branch and watched Cassie’s lifeless body slam into the dirt below. A cackle from the brush, caught her attention and she wriggled her way back to the trunk, peering down at the three boys emerging from the shadows.

What have you done?” she screamed at them, sobs shaking her entire body as her eyes darted between Cassie and the boys.

“She was a whore,” the tallest boy yelled back, a wide grin plastered across his face.

No, she wasn’t,” Sami cried, despair gripping at her chest as vomit crawled up her throat. “She was my best friend and has never even kissed a boy.”

“We know,” another boy hollered, winking at her. “She only kisses girls. Girls like you.” They all howled with laughter. “You’re next.”

The three boys pulled a ladder from the brush and set it against the trunk of the tree. The tallest one climbed first, drawing closer to her. Her pulse beat furiously in her ears and she looked around for an escape route. A fire erupted in her chest and she remembered the night of her mother’s execution. Her father had begged her to never allow her powers to emerge in public, but she had no choice.

Glaring down at the boys, she squeezed her eyes shut and focused on the powers within. Suddenly, a burst of energy shot out from the core of her body, and she was flung from the tree, opening her eyes just as she struck the ground. She gasped for air and rolled over on her stomach, spots of white fading in and out as she concentrated on not passing out.

Drawing in a few deep breaths, she fought the blackness as her gaze darted around, searching for the three boys. Their bodies were sprawled across the terrain, lying on the other end of the tree, burnt to a crisp, along with Cassie’s body, which had settled onto the ground just a few feet away. She quivered as the tears tumbled from her eyelids, scooting an inch toward her friend, just as the darkness edged its way over her eyes.

Saturday, January 26, 2019

Sun For The Soul

I'm a sun worshiper.

My entire life I have spent countless hours out in the sun and when it hides behind the winter clouds for too many days in a row, I feel the affects of its absence. My mood plummets and my motivation weaves like a drunken sailor along the bottom of a deep ravine. The sun feeds my soul and without it, I stumble.

Raise your hand if you feel the same way ✋

Right at this moment, I'm staring outside my window, enjoying the warmth of the sun on my face. It literally fills my heart with joy and my mind with peace. And having these days during the month of January are few and far in between.

In the past, I have taken to the tanning beds, desperate to receive any source of the sun's happy vitamins that would help me navigate through the winter months. But as I reached my mid-thirties, I realized how damaging those beds were on my skin. Not only did I want to protect my skin from cancerous cells, I was now even more desperate to slow the process of aging.

Last winter, I discovered the Happy Light. And it saved me. Thirty minutes a day, throughout the dark and dreary months of winter, and it's almost as satisfying as going to a tanning bed.

Looking for an alternative to the sun, as well? You can find the Happy Light on my Amazon page, under Health Heaven:

But here's the gist of it all, regardless of aging skin and cancerous cells, having the sun wash across my skin makes me feel alive. It provides me with a vibrant energy that is hard to replicate. Yes, the Happy Light is nice, but it is not the same as the beautiful, gigantic fireball in the sky.

What I have discovered... It's okay to admit it's hard to function during the winter months. It's okay to know and accept my limitations. Especially when pushing through can cause more harm than good. And honestly, hibernation is good for humans too 😉

Don't get me wrong. I'm still going. I write. I work. I clean my house and take care of my family. But I've come to a place in my life where I'm okay to not push through my day, if it's not needed. If I'm at home and my house is a mess and laundry is piled up, but I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders, I choose me in those moments. I can start again tomorrow.

And that, my friends, is okay. Because I'm only human.

Tuesday, January 8, 2019

A Web Through Time

For my Dad. Thank you for showing me the stars.

Gah! Book release days are always the most exciting for me!

I'm a Sci-Fi nerd and I owe it all to my dad. He had no problems letting me watch Alien and Aliens at a young age, and our movie lives circled around Indiana Jones, Star Wars, Star Trek, and many others.

My mom didn't stand a chance. She was a scientist, surrounded by a family of science fiction geeks. I guess it worked out. She got her fill of science and my dad was entertained by the fiction, and us kids, we were along for the adventure.

And now, my first Sci-Fi novelette is HERE! With many more full novels to come.

Take a look, grab your copy on Amazon, and stumble through the webs of time with me!


Meet Alex.
And she plays by the rules.

However, her entire life shifts in an instant, when a blue-eyed man walks into her place of work and discloses a ludicrous story to explain the mysteries of her forgotten past.
Despite her resistance and demands to be left alone, she's forced into a world where her future becomes her past and the goverment's of Earth are searching for her execution.

Will she embrace her true nature or succumb to the threats of her parents' enemies?

The tumble through the webs of time has just begun.

And as always, I would love to hear your thoughts on the story. Catch you on the flip side! 

Friday, January 4, 2019

Fry Sauce Vice

Have you heard of it?

Fry Sauce?

It's an Utah original and the sauce I grew up eating with fries and various other foods. Heaven forbid you just use ketchup. And who in the world would choose to smother their food in mayonnaise, when fry sauce is available?  Oh, that's right... those darn Europeans 😂😉 When I visited Scotland this past year that was one of the few traditions I struggled to partake in. Fortunately, ketchup is available as well and I was able to create my own fry sauce, on the spot 😍

I'll admit, I LOVE fry sauce. But you can't blame me. It's ridiculously AMAZING.

What's your favorite food dipping sauce?

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

Forty-Two Years Ago

Another BIRTHDAY post!

It's exciting. For me at least. Because I am still alive, and that alone is something to celebrate.

Forty-Two years ago, I graced the world with my presence and it has taken me nearly that many years to really see how amazing that truly is. I am here. Alive. And until I take that last breath, I'm going to live my life out loud.

And to start it all off, I want to say one thing...


All of you badass, inspirational, rock-the-boat, oddball, out-of-the-box MISFITS in my life. There's a reason you came strolling into my life. And if we no longer speak, there is STILL a reason we met, no matter what the circumstances of our separation. I have grown in ways I never thought possible because of all of you.

And I'm starting this New Year with a brand new perspective on life. 2018 was amazing. But it was also one of the most difficult years I have faced in a very long time. The lessons I've learned will forever stay with me and regardless of the hardships I had to face, I'm grateful for the expansion in my heart and soul.

Here I am. My heart is open. My soul is strong. And my Creator still needs me on this Earth. And I am celebrating because there is so much more to come.

Cheers, my friends!