RING MY BELL

Why is it that when I schedule a call with someone, I am the only person who is on time? Like I don't have 100 other things to do with my time, you can't put aside whatever the fuck you are doing…to talk to me? Why is it that what you are doing is any more important than what I put down to talk to you? It's infuriating to me…and kind of insulting a bit too. I mean and who wants a call on Friday anyway, it just makes it that much more annoying if you ask me. I mean I should not be exempt from working on a Friday but there's something really annoying about a call on a Friday. Just saying! Happy weekend! XOXO BTC

October 2015

That's the date, the date of success. XOXO BTC

THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

You know there's a light at the end of the tunnel. Yeah, yeah, yeah how many times have you heard that? How many times have you heard that an actually believed it? Countless times. I recently met with an astrologer and had my first formal reading. It was interesting to say the least, but incredibly informative. I see the light at the end of the tunnel and apparently so do the stars, the question is can I reach the light? Do I want to reach the light? And is it really possible to reach the light? Terrible Tuesday is over, now it's Thursday and it's been incredibly rough for the last few weeks. Sick kids, sick heads just sick, sick, sick. SO here I am, it's Thursday and it still feels like Terrible Tuesday. UGH! Calgon take me away. XOXO BTC

HOLY YEASTY!

It's been a 100 years (for real) so you know all the creative in me is literally going into the damn book!! I have to share, this past Friday I ended up going back to an old friends house for a drink post dinner, and it happened in the most unusual way. I was having dinner with new girlfriends and ran into he and his wife. Long story short we ended up back at his house (Brian too and another girlfriend), having a quick drink talking about the days of old. As I sat there looking at him, I realized we were the same basic people just older. We talked the same, we interacted the same (as if no time had gone by) and we talked about the same people as if it was 8th grade all over again! Strange, but true. I think to myself, what is it going to be like for my girls? What are their potential experiences and will they find those life long friends and relationships that I found; minus the ones I fucking hate. What will it be like for them, and how I can provide the best possible world for them to live in. Not sure why the conversations even lead me to these feelings but they did. You sit there, older, wiser, more successful and you think to yourself you know what I am the same person but not at all the same person. Sounds totally contradictory but it's true. Life is so strange like that, you think you have evolved and then you are with people from the past and you become that same person you were when you first knew each other, in so many ways. UGH it's Tuesday, need I say more? XOXO BTC