Great Balls Of Fire

... I'm back on the rock...

day 2 of classes.

Nothing I can think of to write at this point.

Except to say how freaking AMAZING it is to have one of my BEST friends here with me now!  Double the stories you guys.  Yeah.  This is about to get even more ridiculously fun.

I had a wonderful break at home thanks to an amazing family and friends.  You all rock my world. You are my much-needed-underwire.  ie. essence that is the support of the bra.  Which we all know I need. Both for my breasts and the 'bra' that is my life.

I don't have any funny stories yet.  BUT I was cleaning up my email inbox and came across this.  Don't entirely remember writing it.  But it sure does sound like something I would say.


Shit is basically its own life form staring back at describing its level of happiness with your inner workings of your insides!!! if it's pissed off.. you'll know. if it's happy.. you'll know.  if it feels ignored... YOU'LL KNOW. shit needs to be respected.  because if it turns on you.. YOU'LL KNOW. and will you be happy? no. 

I am totally with you on this one.

More to come

xoxo