The Biggest Loser.

If you’ve read any of my previous entries, you’ve probably figured out by now that I don’t exactly have a great self-image.  I started writing this blog (one of the reasons!) to work on that, to give myself an outlet of sorts.  I wanted to be able to discuss how I see myself in a place where I didn’t feel judged.  I wanted to be able to bounce ideas and thoughts off of like-minded individuals and to read about their own struggles with body image.  I wanted a place where I could grow and potentially shed the part of me that hates from the outside in.   Continue reading

Art Journaling.

I know, I know.  It’s been a long time since I’ve last posted on here.  I’m still trying to get into the swing of this whole blogging thing and chances are very strong that I won’t ever be a ‘daily blogger’.  Maybe not even a monthly blogger.  I write when I’m inspired or when I have something to say.  And lately my inspiration has led more towards the art side of things than the writing side of things. Continue reading


IMAG1418This is a picture of my view from my favorite place in the entire world, my usual table at Barnes & Noble.  I feel a little like Norm here.  Everybody knows my name even though I don’t come nearly as often as I used to.  More money than should have been spent has been spent here countless times over the last ten years.  And I regret nothing! Continue reading

2015 Reading Challenge.

I found this challenge on Pinterest and decided that I wanted to give it a try.  It’s originally from PopSugar and I’m sure if you Google it, you’ll find it right away.  I did.  This isn’t the same one that I have printed out for my own use.  Or, well, it’s the same challenge but printed in a different format.  Continue reading

Blue and White.

On Saturday, I took a day off from visiting with my Mom to go to the Penn State scrimmage game with my Dad.  This is a tradition we’ve had since I was in middle school.  Over the course of time, it got larger and more people were included along on the trip.  Which is fine by me.  Mostly, its people he knows from the firehouse so it’s people I’ve grown up with my entire life.  I enjoy them — for the most part.  My boyfriend also went along for the ride this year. Continue reading