It’s been years since I’ve written down my thoughts. We are talking a different house and vehicles, an adult child, an accumulation of four dogs, a new medical diagnosis, and a new POTUS long. I obviously take vacations seriously. Some things haven’t changed, though. I’m still the same sarcastic jerk of a girl with a side of snarky that typically rubs people the wrong way.

We’ve had a lot happen in four years. We lost the chance to ever see Tom Petty, Scott Weiland, Prince, or David Bowie perform. The Walking Dead killed off Glenn, we have to wait an eternity for the Game of Thrones final season, and the Fifty Shades of Grey casting is downright horrid. Don’t even get me started on Jack and the crockpot. The 2016 election was probably the most brutal that we’ve seen yet – from the mudslinging to the ugly crying – it was all just…ew. We have more protests than we do taxpayers, being politically correct isn’t good enough anymore – we need to be sensitive, and our government listens to us through little devices that we purposely place within our homes to make tasks hands-free. And, for the love of God, do not refer to anyone as female or male now.

So welcome back to my blog. I have a lot to just spout off about. You’re welcome to pop in and read the writings of a forced hermit. But, remember, this is for my entertainment and if you don’t like what you read here, you’re free to leave. If you get butthurt easily, I suggest you just keep on keepin’ on. I am back with my words – yes, they’re mostly cynical and thick with sarcasm, but they are always true.