Funny Broad Got a Makeover!

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cropped-c1249208-d39d-456d-b1b6-bf5af11b7906.pngAs I’m sure you’ve noticed, it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything on this site. If I’m being completely honest: I was totally uninspired and bored. I wasn’t in love with the layout, my content…ANYTHING. So, I put it off to the side and ignored it along with all of the other problems I had piling up.

A few weeks ago, I was looking at my credit card statement and noticed I was still paying for a subscription to Audible. I had signed up for it months ago and had downloaded a book, just to check out the experience. I didn’t hate it, but much like everything else, I became distracted and didn’t use it again. Trying to cancel my subscription, I found I couldn’t do it from the app (annoying). I logged on my Amazon account and was just about to pull the trigger when I noticed I had 4 credits for books just sitting there. Never one to pass up a deal, I decided I would download 4 books and give them a listen. If at the end I was uninspired by the audio experience, I would cancel. Easy. Continue reading “Funny Broad Got a Makeover!”

Bread and Circus


Excuse me for a minute while I climb onto my soapbox.

Yesterday, I was doing my usual Sunday morning routine: nothing. I was trolling Facebook, playing Candy Crush. As I was scrolling through my news feed, I saw the headline that actor Philip Seymour Hoffman died, apparently of a drug overdose. When I read that, I got a serious case of the sads. I loved him as an actor. He was in some of my favorite movies, in particular The Big Lebowski. Super talented, quirky….he could play such a range of characters. So, I was really bummed. He was only 46. I remembered reading recently that he had checked himself into rehab, but it wasn’t because he was using again. It was a preventative measure because for some reason, he felt as if he would have a major relapse. Unfortunately, that didn’t stop him and here we are. But, that’s not the overwhelming tragedy to me. The real tragedy is what I am reading in the aftermath of his death. Reports are saying that he was found in his bathroom, alone in his boxer shorts, with a needle stuck in his arm. It’s this last detail that has really made me sick; not because it happened, but because I know about it.

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