I always have shorter-longer gaps in blogging. I do have it in my normal diary as well, and by normal I mean hand-written.
Anyhow, basically my emotional state is quite…rolling. 734 more words
Like many of my friends, I spent most of my childhood pretending to be an adult. From fake marriages in the playground to building the perfect house on the Sims, growing up in the 90s saw crop tops, tamagotchi’s, transfer tattoos, platform Skechers and more make-up than the Spice Girls put together as my vital tools in the experimentation of being a grown up. 306 more words
Being born in 1981, my childhood was fully infused with an overdose of the teachings of the Care Bears and The Get Along Gang. I’m referring to that mantra that all adults (and Smurfs) seemed to further convince us of, during that Ecto Cooler drenched decade: 543 more words
I’ve heard it all about generation ‘Y’. We’re lazy, entitled, narcissistic and selfish. And at this point in my life as a twenty something year old, married homeowner and working mother of 2, I’m getting really tired of hearing the same moans of our older employers and employees. 428 more words