Music Tells My Stories

Good evening, my Lovelies! I gotta tell ya...this has been one hell of a week. I certainly hope yours has been astronomically better than mine. From bullshit at work, an epic argument over what should have been a minor thing, and just generally not feeling well, I'm pretty much over it. And to top off this craptastic week, today marks ten years since the wreck happened that killed one of my dearest friends. I'm not sure how much more I can take. Therefore, bring on the alcohol! So, as if what I just mentioned isn't enough to make me want to drink, it has come up in conversation with some of my long-time friends that it is time for our high school reunion. Our. Thirty. Year. Reunion. Thirty years? How the fuck has thirty years gone by so damn fast? What the hell? Though I see current pictures of my friends on Facebook, I still (and will probably always) picture them as they were when we were in school. Maybe that is a byproduct of me having moved so far from home and not see

Good morning, my Lovelies! It is Saturday morning, I just finished a cup of coffee, and I'm lounging around in sexy comfort while I'm waiting for the laundry to finish. Ok, so maybe the laundry part of that isn't sexy, but wearing one of my favorite lingerie sets is. Comfort? Alright, alright, I was chilly and threw on some sweatpants. Fine. I look a hot mess, as usual. Moving on. It was pointed out to me yesterday, that when I began this blog I talked mostly about sex, or my books, or sex in my books, and that recently all I've been talking about is how tired I am and complaining about my job. All true. However, as I've pointed out before, I use my blog as a chance to clear my head and to work through some of the shit I'm going through. Therefore, if I have been boring you with my mental health purges, I apologize.  So you want to talk about sex? Sure! I mean, sex sells, right? So let's talk about sex in literature. How far is too far? Is it better to leave

Good morning, my Lovelies! How ya doin' on this bright, beautiful Thursday morning? I hope you're mentally, emotionally, and physically well, and I hope that life has been giving you nothing but big, beautiful bouquets of roses  - or whatever your favorite flower is. The past few weeks have been a bit of an emotional rollercoaster for me and it appears that I'm not getting off that ride anytime soon. What's been going on? Well, the trip that I took to Kentucky a couple of weeks ago was more than just a vacation for me. You see, my parents are older and not in the best of health. While I was there my mother (who has had breast cancer twice and has stage 2 COPD) had some surgery - minor, but she was told that she wouldn't be able to be on her feet at all for two weeks, and only limited amounts of time for the two weeks after that.  It was a struggle getting her to realize that she wasn't going to be able to do what she thought she should have been able to do. But

Good evening, my Lovelies! Welcome to the final (for now) edition of Shell's Chronicles of Dumbass-ery. While I've only shared a very few examples of my dumbass-ery, I assure you that there have been many more. Now, some may not consider what I'm about to tell you a form of dumbass-ery, but I feel like it is, so, it is.  As a little girl, I always dreamed of what it would be like to fall in love and have a family. Little did I know at the time, it isn't all cute little houses with front porch swings and adorable children and puppies frolicking in the yard. Oh no, it comes with water heaters that leak and have to be replaced, septic systems that back-up, and that damn yard? Well, it has to be mowed on a regular basis. There are mortgage payments and stacks of bills to be paid. There are groceries to buy and dinners to prepare and dishes to clean. Laundry. Don't even get me started on laundry! And those children that I so desperately wanted? Sweet babies to cuddle and

Good morning, my Lovelies! Today I come to you from the glorious ambiance of a hospital waiting room. No worries! My mother is having some surgery and I'm here for support. Yes, I made it to Kentucky on Sunday and I've been spending the time since then laughing at my parents and their crazy, set-in ways, and remembering just why it is that I only visit a couple of times a year. You see, I love my parents dearly, but with each and every visit it becomes more and more clear why children are meant to grow up and leave home to live their own lives. So, how was my trip down? It was fun! I spent last Saturday driving backroads, mountain roads, and roads off the path that I normally travel on my trips to the area where I grew up. It was just me, my music, and the open road. We live in such a beautiful country and there is so much to see! My stops at scenic overlooks, the curvy roads up and down the mountains, the green of the forests, the waterfall I found, and so much more, made for