This week has been, by far, the most stressful week I’ve experienced in a very long time. My deadlines are looming at work and the hours I’ve put in are astronomical. I’ve fallen into bed every night, exhausted and have woken up in a panic every morning. This aligns with dating, how, you might ask? Well, for one thing, any attention whores that I was talking to have been told to fuck off. These are the men who require an immediate response and get mad when they don’t get one. I was talking to a few on OKC and it made me so mad that I deleted my account completely. Ain’t nobody got time for needy.

My priorities are:

1. My kids

2. My job

3. My friends and family

4. Books

5. Netflix

6. Facebook, Instagram and Twitter

7. Folding Laundry

8. Scrubbing Toilets

9. Eating

10. Answering texts or messages on online dating sites

I think I’ve decided that being single is OK and that Cupid can go straight to online dating hell.

-THAT Crazy Girl


Back Burner Flames

I’m not a cook. Anyone in my life will tell you that, so it doesn’t hurt my feelings. I also work 50+ hours per week so cooking?I am not the one. My specialties are things that are easy, but delicious like spaghetti or casseroles.

I guess what I’m trying to say is I’ve no need for back burners on my stove. I don’t have anything simmering away, wafting scents of garlic or cinnamon throughout my home.

Men are the same. No, I’m not going to be the cinnamon in your life, Cheer Dad. I won’t be your garlic, Crazy Ex Girlfriend.

I also won’t sit on simmer for you, Ex Husband, Big Mistake, or any OKC Guy.

I am not a simmering sauce.

I am a fucking rolling boil on the front burner.. Or the stove, my friends, is off.

-THAT Crazy Girl 

Damn, Daniel

If you’ve been living under a rock or aren’t a parent to a teenager (especially girls) let me introduce you to the “Damn, Daniel” sensation

Damn, Daniel
For the past 24 hours all I’ve heard from my daughter is how gorgeous Daniel Lara is and we’ve all been saying “Damn, Daniel!” for a day.

I love things that just make me laugh like a well timed dirty joke or a hilarious video. The fact that my daughter has fallen in love with both the subject of the video (I’d say he was dreamy if I were 12) and the unknown, hilarious voice in the background of his friend makes this video pure joy for me. 

I’ve watched it no less than 25 times and every time I laugh.

So, to all of you, you are my “Daniels”….


-THAT Crazy Girl 

Cheer Dad


I didn’t intend for my blog to make me sound like a hussy, but let’s be clear.. I am a consenting adult, I have been divorced over five years. I have been single a little over three of those five years so let’s just hope my kids never get ahold of my blog, mmmmkkkkk?

In any event, I’d like to talk about cheer dad. 

Cheer dad was just that. His daughter was in cheerleading with my daughter. He’s not a bad looking guy, really! He lives in my town. He saw me at a football game, sent me a friend request on Facebook and it was all downhill from there.

He’s concerned with small town politics.. I’m not. I grew up around here and know everyone. All these soccer and cheer mom cliques that moved into town after I left? I don’t give a damn about what they think. I grew up with the old money. The town’s originals. Driving to a game with my kids and walking in, I know half the town. So what? It’s 1400 people in 2016. It’s not that big of a deal!

Cheer dad was “concerned” (I’m feeling so sweet today) about what the other parents might “think” if we were together so we had a brief fling, I took him seriously when he said he didn’t want a girlfriend or relationship and blew him off the past four months.

Today cheer dad sent me a text to go to dinner. I told cheer dad I was “seeing” someone which is NOT a lie. I am… Just a few months from now when he gets this psycho ex bullshit wrapped up. I was met with this response:


Damn, Daniel! (<—- Hip mom. Look it up!) 

He’s right. He would make a good boyfriend. I would’ve taken him on as a prospect. He was surprisingly “adept” if you know what I mean? Bragged to my friends, “adept”.

He was also on every single dating site I was on and we’d message each other and laugh.

I seem to have a moral to my stories lately. The moral of this story is SPEAK UP. Tell her. 

I don’t do hints.

-THAT Crazy Girl 

Dream A Little Dream

Good Morning! It’s 5:30 in the morning and I have to get this down or I’ll forget. I’m hoping maybe Survived Narc can help me interpret this one. I think I already know the answer, but wait! There’s more.

My life is the epitome of “But Wait, There’s More!” The strength of heart and mind that has been required over the years to get through this thing called life has been extraordinary.

I went to bed last night in a great mood, having watched “The Proposal” and laughing with both of my kids and my son’s girlfriend. Earlier in the day, however, I’d had three conversations with men that had brought nothing but sadness and tears, each with an ex. The first was an “I love you, but I can’t be with you until this is over” conversation with the most recent man I’ve told you about. He is, to me, who I’d want to be wrapped up in every day if I could be, but I can’t, so I won’t. In the past three years I’ve learned that I come first. It makes me a better woman and mother if I put those who aren’t my immediate family on the back burner. The second ex is the father of my children. He’s been part of my life for 25 years. We talk every day. Yesterday our talk brought me to tears, because, quite frankly, I carried his burdens and mine for 17 years, especially being a police officer’s wife and he tends to put too much on me as far as discussion goes. I can’t solve his current marital problems being his previous marital problem and I told him so. The third ex I’ve mentioned before, here  Toxic, Probablyonly briefly as someone I came together with a few years ago during a period when we both were suffering. I’ve known him since I was young. To say that the situation isn’t fucked up like a soup sandwich would be a lie. I’ve told him many times now that we can only be friends, yet he pushes, I’m stressed and have to push back. He has a wife. I’m not proud of that. They were separated when we became intimate. Now they’re not. Judge not, friends. It’s a tangled web.

So on to my dream. I must preface this with the fact, that as a lifelong insomniac who once went almost 22 days without more than an hour’s sleep per night (it makes you literally psychotic in case you wanted to know) that I take Ambien to sleep. I’ve heard of Ambien dreams but really hadn’t experienced any vivid dreaming until last night.

Here it is:

I was an exorcist of sorts. A regular castor out of demons, ghosts and otherworldly things. This dream was in black and white except for small, weird parts in color like a wedding part and the sinkhole parts. I’d been called by a family to cast out their ghosts and I was good at it. I felt every single spirit in the homes. I felt legitimately terrified during this dream and saw ghosts of all sorts. I was also walking through the house cleansing it and shouting “In the name of Jesus Christ, I repel thee” (there’s a movie line if I’ve ever heard one). There was a family that was haunted and two ladies. They were both old, gigantic houses full of rooms and closets. It’s almost like these were set in the 50’s old South with the dress, cars, and old, rickety homes. In the ladie’s home they were shouting “In the name of Lazarus” but I digress…

These ghosts and what I feel now was a tiny demon disguised as a chubby baby girl (I may have actually said this at one point during parenting 11 or so years ago!)  were everywhere. Every corner, every room, every closet was a different entity that I had to cast out. In both scenarios they’d take me to what they perceived as the most haunted areas of their houses and I’d cast those suckers out. 

The most vivid ghost of all was that of a tall woman dressed as a 1950’s flight attendant who came out of a closet, floated across the floor right in front of me to the elevator and said she had to go. She was beautiful and ethereal and I couldn’t stop looking at her. I wondered how many years she’d spent her life floating across that floor saying she had to go? It was devastatingly sad.

*I must put an author’s note here that I believe very much in the supernatural. I’ve lived in a haunted home and I am what people like to call “empaths” these days. I take on the feelings of those around me very easily. I have to watch that and fight it or I can get sucked into their sadness. Thanks, therapy!

There was a recurring color scene in both houses. Sinkholes. I was walking, dealing with these ghosts and suddenly the ground would give and sink into the Earth underneath me, barely making it out with my life. Twice this happened, once inside the ladie’s home and the second time in the yard of the family’s home, which sucked my car and the ground beneath my feet into the pool area. The husband of the family was constantly near me, trying to protect me. He had glasses and looked like my friend’s husband Chris. He’s a kind guy so makes sense, but I haven’t seen him in years.

The family was just fucking weird. The wife had this drawn look like she’d had a hard life. She wore an old dress.. A smock really and had a gaggle of children running around. They took me from room to room showing me where the ghosts were, depending on me to set them free. Invoking the name of Jesus, I was helping them one by one. It was the same for the two women.

Let me talk about the baby, though. She was a toddler, really, a fat, chunky little thing who should’ve been adorable but I could see through her. I felt like she was a demon, and she was everywhere. I was chasing her, she was destroying everything in sight like a baby does but the mom and I were exhausted chasing her around. 

A strange scene during the dream in color was a wedding that was taking place in front of the family. I was unable to see the bride and groom, but I was observing the family sitting on the couch, the little baby on the mom’s lap glaring at me. They were holding up an old rotary phone so that someone could hear the wedding. 

During the very last of the dream the baby toddled outside and was missing. I chased her to a parking lot where a police officer was sitting in a old style police vehicle. He got out to help her and I screamed “Noooooooo!” Guess what, another sink hole sucked him right into the Earth. She grinned at me and I woke up.


I need to add that when I woke up I wasn’t scared. My 12 year old daughter was wrapped tightly around me. She is such a sensitive child. I think somehow that baby knew that I needed her snuggles. Rarely does she sleep with me, but to wake up enveloped in my child with her lightly snoring beside me was the best feeling in the world.

I think I know who I am in this dream. I’m the exorcist. The person everyone depends on to solve their problems. I’m also the ghost, always saying “I have to go”. The sinkholes? I think that’s me getting sucked into other people’s problems. The baby? She was just a creepy little thing that nightmares are made of.

The moral of this story? I need to stop being friends with my exes. 

Secondly, I may have a promising career in casting out demons. Oh wait… That’s my everyday life.

-THAT Crazy Girl 

Dick Pics and Other Atrocities

Ahhhhh the dick pic. Why, oh why, do men feel the need to send photos of their junk to unwitting women like me? Before all of these social media sites and teeny computers in our hands (unless you have an IPad or a Galaxy Note) these were non-existent. At no time thirty years ago did a single man take a Polaroid of his junk and mail it to a woman he’d never met (as far as I know). There used to be a time that CVS wouldn’t develop nudes so I’m PRETTY sure no guys developed low resolution photos of their weiners and sent them on their way.

Things men need to know about sending unsolicited photos of their penises:

1. We send them to all of our friends, and laugh and laugh, then take a nap.

2. We aren’t even as remotely impressed as you are.


I have received more pictures of dude’s junk without asking for it in the past five years then I’ve actually seen in real life. I do not understand why a man thinks that before I see his beautiful smile or even his abs that I’d want to see his weiner, up close and personal. In case no one has told you, it’s called “bumping uglies” for a reason.

I have nothing even remotely sexy in my pictures. I don’t have shots of my boobs or butt that would say “Oh, hey! I can’t wait to see your private parts RIGHT THIS SECOND!”

The other thing that grosses me out to no end are feet. If you like sucking toes, that’s all you, friend. For me, feet are for walking and tucking under the covers to avoid monsters under the bed and that’s it. Nothing else. I was a little creeped out on Twitter recently (nothing new… You have to have a thick skin on Twitter to get through the madness) when I got this message:


1. My feet do look pretty damned awesome! Those flip flops were cowhide!

2. That photo is from over 4 years ago.

3. I do not recall putting anything of the like on Twitter.

How do people find this stuff? They are my feet. This message is two days old. I don’t understand the foot fetish thing at all, but he was very sweet about it.

Off I go to check in on my various accounts. I wonder what kind of weirdness I’ll see tonight?

-THAT Crazy Girl 

Out Of The Blue

No sooner did I sign up for OKC then a guy I dated right before I met the “ex-fiancée” contacted me on Facebook out of the blue. We dated for some time but ultimately, we didn’t work out. He was a good guy and kind. We drifted apart because of how far away we lived from each other (an hour and 1/2) and because things were never made clear that he cared about me deeply until after I moved to Detroit.

I’d always thought of him often. If nothing else, just wondering how he was, but we lost each other’s numbers. 

To say I was glad to hear from him was an understatement. Not only is he kind, but he’s handsome and sweet. Our physical connection was like the 4th of July. Fireworks went off when we touched each other. His kisses made my toes curl. I’ve told him and stand by the this, that he was the best I’d ever had. He says the same about me.

Needless to say, I spent several hours with him yesterday and again this morning. It’s like no time has passed between us.

When we went our seperate ways he met a woman and became involved with her. They lived together and were in a relationship for a year. Apparently, when he decided things were over and tried to leave, she turned violent. I felt for him as he heartwrenchingly told me what happened and showed me the scars where she injured him permanently and the bite marks. I know this man and how he was raised. He is not an abusive man, nor had he ever so much as raised his voice to me when we dated. He’s friends with his ex-wife and they’re raising their boy together with no animosity.

I was stunned when he told me that this ex girlfriend accused him of abuse the night he tried to leave and that they both went to jail.

Now she’s been making his life a living hell. I won’t go into all the details but the only thing she’s managed not to cost him was his job and his son.

He told me this morning that he would understand completely if I ran the other way. My heart is heavy because we were so good together and still are. 

I’m not sure what I can do at this point other than think about whether or not all of this is worth it. There’s court coming up and there’s the distance between us. He’s never been to jail before this happened. I validated what he told me and pulled up the details from the arrests for both of them.

Sometimes I feel like someone is playing a cruel trick on me to have him come back into my life and then have this be the situation. 

I know people make mistakes. I want to support him, but have no idea what the future holds.

I do realize this is my decision and my decision only, but feeling like I’ve been punched in the stomach and incredible anxiety and worry for his well being and that of his son is all I’ve felt since he left today.

To say I have the worst luck in relationships might be the understatement of the century. 

Why does love have to be so painful? I guess if it were easy, everyone would have it.

-THAT Crazy Girl


OK, Cupid. No seriously, OK!

What have I done? I’ve deleted Sneaky Flame App and joined OKC. I’ve been intrigued by my new friend  Sam’sexperiences there from her blog so considering online dating now a “research experience” I feel I should document what’s happening for the greater good of other women (and men) dipping their toes in the waters. 

I can feel the bile rising already, with my coffee and Cherry Pop Tart (don’t judge me. I have needs) this morning. I’m pretty sure if Plenty of Fish and Tinder went on an online date, had gratuitous sex, got preggers and spit out an illegitimate kid, OKC is their ugly little baby.

Within minutes, having one photo and an empty profile I started getting stuff like this from guys born AFTER I graduated from high school. If there’s any possibility that I could’ve pushed you out of my vagina, it’s a no for me (you said that in your head in Simon Cowell’s voice…admit it!)

So here are the first few:

No, Jax, Age 29, you won’t get laid calling me “mature”. 

At least “Latchking” was complimentary. I’m so polite.

Scottish-Ginger up there is 24. He’s in a Batman costume. Everyone knows that gingers eat your souls. Nope.

This one below made me have to Google a word for the first time in 10 years. I am a word freak!

I’m hoping that this isn’t an indicator of things to come. Should I be flattered with the 20 year olds? Is it like being called “thick” in Detroit and not knowing it was a compliment??? 

The only thing I can say is OK, Cupid. Let’s get this show on the road!

– THAT Crazy Girl

The Name That Shall Never Be Mentioned…. The Weenie.

I haven’t ever talked much about the ex-fiancée. I’m an Aquarius and once we are done with someone, really done, we walk away with no regrets. Most people don’t believe in horoscopes but mine is so damned accurate that I believe it. 

Tim. I’ll say his name once during this post but that’s all he deserves. He is a man that I uprooted my entire life for, sold my belongings, left my home and friends behind for. He wasn’t worth it.

This man I agreed to marry and uproot my life for, trusted, thought I knew through a long-distance relationship for such a long time wasn’t a monster, or horrible, or a narcissist. He was a weenie.

He also lied about who he was. Just that. A weenie. 

I am a BIG personality. When I walk into a room you know I’m there. I’ll likely know lots of people, giving hugs, laughing and dancing. I am also a strong personality. I don’t consider my inability to tolerate bullshit or anything hurtful toward me or toward others a weakness. I consider it a gift. I am kind, but if you lie to me or talk down to me I will tell you to “Fuck Off” and not feel bad about it. I’m the friend who tells you your ass looks huge in that skirt and to change. I am brutally honest. I bite my tongue with loved ones often because I have to find a filter so I don’t inadvertently hurt their feelings with my honesty. I expect people not to lie to me. I don’t think that’s a lot to ask of a human being that you’ve agreed to marry and move 1700 miles to Michigan for. 

I moved to Michigan knowing only him and his parents and where I was going to work in Detroit. I’m brave for that. I know this now. I had contacts in the area that were lifesaving that I talked about here Online Friends vs. RL Friends

When you’re in a long distance relationship and only see each other a weekend a month it’s easy to play a game and pretend, for 48-72 hours at a time that you have the same personality and interests as the person you’re with. I’m not talking about me, folks. I’m as transparent as they come. I will TELL you where I want to eat, goddammit! I Don’t Care is not a chain restaurant. I will tell you if I don’t like crowds, if I hate car shows (I don’t, but I lived in the Motor City so they were everywhere). I will tell you I don’t like Coney restaurants and I think that coney dogs are gross (true story). My Michigan friends know this and I know they may not like Chicken Fried Steak or grits. It’s OK. If they don’t like Whataburger though? Get out of my life. I don’t need that kind of negativity.

He pretended to be my kindred spirit and wasted a year of my life. He bought me the most beautiful engagement ring I’d ever seen. We went to concerts and museums and saw art and listened to old school hip hop. We went to dinner with his family which he never did before. His mom loved that I’d reconnected their family. I moved into a beautiful condo with him and we bought me a new car together (that the lease is up on in two more payments! 🙌🏻) Life was great on the weekends and for the first six weeks of our cohabitation. Then the real him started to grate on my nerves and the lies started to surface. I didn’t snoop or pry, he just wasn’t a good liar. They popped up every day and I’d call him on things that he said he loved but didn’t. We’d fight, he’d get defensive. He’d hang the “you live under my roof now” guilt trip over my head making me feel like he could kick me to the curb. The fuck you think you’re talking to, little man? (He was shorter than me. I’m 5’9″. I hate that!)That was laughable because in all honesty I’ve always had a job that pays me ridiculously well with an MBA and BS. I’m educated. I found a job in Downtown Detroit (which is beautiful, by the way) in two weeks once I arrived. I had savings and the ability to take care of myself. “Fuck your condo!” I said. “Threaten the roof over my head one more time and I will leave you. I will not have a life of worry for myself and my children here!” 

He started crying afterward. That shouldn’t have made me disgusted with him but it did. Everything about him disgusted me by the third month. Here is a list of things that bothered me that make me sound shallow but I don’t care:

1. He had no friends. None. Just his parents. I don’t trust anyone without a single friend in the world. That should’ve been a red flag but he wanted me “all to himself”

2. He lied about being social. The truth is he was a hermit and a creature of habit to an insane level. I could time his behavior minute by minute. Alarm, no snooze, brush teeth, splash face, open shower, start shower, conserve water with a precisely four minute shower, towel off, put on underwear, walk to dresser, pull out jorts (seriously. Jorts?) go to closet, put on tshirt, leave bedroom, open fridge, grab Coke Zero, grab lunch, open door, hit garage opener, start car, close garage. RELIEF. He’s gone. This started at 3:06am daily and ended at 3:36am precisely. He stopped at the same 7-11 for the same newspaper, took the same route to work and home every day. At night, although he had cable, he watched the same shows. He went to bed at precisely 8pm and expected me there with him. I could time his behaviors by the clock. It was nerve racking and weird. 

3. He was a picky eater. I get it, but it just tied in with his being a hermit and having habits and refusing to try new things.

4. He hated music. He lied and said he loved it. Music and reading are two things I have to have in my life. The written and musical word touches my soul. He listened to talk radio to and from work on an AM station. You seriously don’t really know who Biggie Smalls is? Or Tupac? Come ON!

5. He had cats. I’m not a cat person and I’m allergic. I never asked for him to do anything differently other than realize I couldn’t have them on my lap or in the bed or my eyes would be fused shut even after allergy medication. He treated his cats like babies. They weighed over 20 pounds each. They were dangerously obese and he fed them from the table constantly. He wanted me to hold them and love them and kiss them and I couldn’t. Nope.

6. He wore jorts. Jorts are “jean shorts”. They were cool in the 90’s. That’s all I’m going to say about that. Get out of your bubble. I took him to buy cargo shorts. It was embarrassing.

7. Sex with him was non existent after I moved in. Before, it was substandard. He had “problems” and would say he was nervous every time. After I moved in he was unable to function sexually. I never embarrassed him about it, but guys, for the record, it makes a woman feel like it’s her fault. He’d roll over and go to sleep and ignore the problem. I am a very sexual person. It’s important to me to have that connection and affection. After an argument one night he told me he wasn’t attracted to me and it was my fault. Another “Fuck you!” came out of that one. He covered up his problem on our weekends together very well.

8. He was Catholic. I didn’t think that was an issue. I’m Methodist but was willing to learn. I observed Lent with him. He told me one night that we could never be together in eternity anyway because we were both divorced and he was going to hell. I laughed hysterically. He was dead fucking serious.

9. He failed to tell me when I moved in that his 25 year old loser son was moving into our basement. I bonded with his daughter but his son was just a miserable person. We could not stand each other. I couldn’t walk through my own kitchen in a robe without him being there. 

10. He worked out in his underwear. I am totally serious. On the treadmill in our house watching TV, with his sweaty balls slinging around. He couldn’t understand why that grossed me out.

The straw that broke the camel’s back came right before 4th of July weekend. We were installing a new mirror in the master bathroom so in taking the old mirror down I realized it was a medicine cabinet. I opened it up and found pills. I’m a nurse so I was able to identify a couple of things:

1. He had new prescriptions for lots of controlled substances

2. He had three different prescriptions, one dating back to 2013 for Cialis and Viagra

Our biggest issue had been in the bedroom and the fact that he couldn’t have actual sex with me. He had told me it was my fault. He didn’t even meet me until early 2014. He had a prescription for Viagra from 2013. This was a problem that was his alone. I was less upset about the OxyContin and Xanax and was FURIOUS about the lie about his erectile dysfunction.

I knew exactly what time he would be home from the plant and waited, growing more angry by the second. I lined all the bottles up on the counter which would be the first thing he would see.

I’m not a horrible person. I wanted to talk about the problems. Was he injured or did he have chronic pain? If he had ED why didn’t we just talk about it? 

I sat down on the couch and waited. I heard the car, the garage open, he came in the door with the flowers he bought me every day and saw the bottles. He became enraged. He yelled “Why did you go through my personal things?!?! This is MY house. I can put you on the streets!” That was it. I’d told him once before to never put me in that situation again and here it was. I was dealing with an addict and a liar. His behaviors of addiction became crystal clear to me. That’s why the friends were gone. That’s why he had two divorces under his belt. That was why he was tired all the time and that was why he couldn’t get it up.

He left in anger, I packed up my car with six boxes and went to a hotel for the night. The next day I headed to Canada (an hour away) and spent the weekend with Danielle and her family. 

That was it. I came back, went to a beautiful apartment complex, secured a lovely, gigantic place for myself in a state where I barely knew anyone and my friends that I’d already made helped me move in. I am incredibly brave. I could’ve run home to Texas, but instead I stayed another year plus and learned about the city that is Detroit. It healed me. The people there embraced the tall, Southern girl with open arms! 

He frantically texted for two months. The sorrys came too late. I had to message him about my car so I could switch the lease. Once that was finished I’ve never spoken to him again.

This story is seriously about the repurcussions of not telling the truth and a weenie.

How hilarious is that?!?

-THAT Crazy Girl 

One Lovely Blog Award… Who, Me?!? 

What in the world just happened? I’m a new blogger who just stumbled across WordPress, deciding that as much as I love to write and as many ridiculous this that happen to me, I may as well put it on the Internet for eternity, when BAM! One of my favorite bloggers whom I have to thank Survived Narc goes and nominates me for an award?!? “I’d like to thank the Academy…” Just kidding. 

I’ve been blogging for a little over a month now and have made some sweet friends already. I’m no stranger to social media and online friendships. I’ve been entertaining and likely offending thousands on Twitter for years and over a thousand on Instagrambut I’ve never taken up blogging until recently.

Making friends involved being engaged, encouraging each other, getting to know each other, thus I am always excited to have a little fun while building relationships and friendships online. I will admit I’ve stolen all the photos from my “Academy” to complete this blog. *she gave me permission!

** I understand many folks don’t enjoy this. I promise no baby seals will be harmed if you don’t repost or participate ❤️

Just the facts, Jack:
1. I’m dating at 47. You heard me. You can’t stutter when writing. I’ve been divorced five years, and have dipped my toe in the dating pool many times over the past five years. I’m still asking myself what the fuck is wrong with me. One has so much less patience at this age for games and perverts. SO.MUCH.LESS.

2. I come from a law enforcement family and was a police officer’s wife for 13 years, engaged to him for 5 and dated for 2, all through the academy until he made it to Assistant Chief. We are close and don’t fight. Our kids are more important than that. I am passionate about police related politics and understand what it feels like to be a child born into law enforcement, married to it, and to be a parent to two children who could be left without a father. I am what you call “Blue Family” and defend my family adamantly.

3. I’m Texan. I live in Far North Dallas… Closer to Oklahoma than Dallas. 

4. I took an Eat, Pray, Love but to Detroit. Don’t laugh. I left and spent almost 2 years working, making new friends, enjoying a new city, its art and music. I sold everything but mementos leaving Dallas behind 2 years ago. My ex husband had just remarried, my heart was broken, my issues were unresolved, my bottom feeding friends had exhausted me and I had to get out of here. I wouldn’t trade that time for anything in the world. The hardest part was only seeing my kiddos every six weeks but we made it work. They enjoyed Michigan, making new friends and their mom came home healed and happy.

5. I am a medical professional. I could save your life. Nursing is difficult. I do it as an executive for a large healthcare company now. No bodily fluids is almost as awesome as a $200 scratch off win.

6. I curse like a sailor. I use fuck like a comma. I’m the same person writing as I am talking, so if you’re easily offended, bye. Nice knowing you. Toughen up, it’ll be OK.

7. I have suffered the loss of a child, my daughter Kassandra. It’s defined who I am and made me the person I am today. I may delve into grief in late Fall each year. I’m an amazing mother because of that loss. 

 But I digress…. The nominees for One Lovely Blog are…. 
1. Am I the only loser out there? Sam was my second follower. I have no idea how I found her but I am so glad I did. She has dating nightmares just like me. She’s considered very sensual/sexual just like me (I can’t describe this to anyone.. Maybe it’s my curves, but it’s more about attitude. I’ve never been told I’m cute. I’m always told I’m sexy. It’s a vibe) Her writing is raw, especially when it comes to a lost lover. I enjoy her blog and getting to know her.

2. How to Get Things Done in 10 Ways Allison was my first blog follower. I love reading her ideas and tips on how to streamline things and truly get things done in 10 Ways.

3. Authentically Aurora I love how Aurora writes. When she explains what she’s engaged in, I feel like I’m sitting across the table from her as a friend. I love her style and enjoy her blog so much.

So that’s it. I’m so new I don’t have many to refer you to. The sweetie that nominated me is also obviously on my list. 🙏🏻

Thanks for making a newbie’s day!

-THAT Crazy Girl