When I did standup comedy, I had a routine I'd follow: Arrive at the show 30 minutes before the doors open. Set up my keyboard. Put on my corset. Enjoy a shot of Crown Royal (unless I was stressed, then two, three, or four shots of Crown Royal).

I'm president of our condo association, and last week, I had a resident inquire about purchasing a 6 ft fiberglass dinosaur for the common area behind her building. I suggested she contact her building neighbors for their opinions, as a 6 ft fiberglass dinosaur would directly impact their views.

I don't like admitting this, but even though I'm a reasonably high-functioning person, I have spent much of my life struggling with weight, self-esteem, and perfectionism. My childhood was relatively uneventful. I wasn't abused.

When we rented our storage unit in 2021, it was only supposed to be for a year. We were going to build a house. After several costly disappointments, we decided not to build our dream home and bought another condo. And now, it was time to clean out that storage unit.

Each Christmas, my husband and I exchange puzzles. He loves puzzles of A Christmas Story (You'll shoot your eye out!), and I love quirky puzzles that involve solving a mystery or have a puzzle inside the puzzle.

A few weeks ago, I was doing a hypnosis session with one of my hypnosis mentors, and I was pissing and moaning about my Hashimoto's hypothyroidism. While I'm feeling better now than when I was diagnosed in 2022, I was having a terrible week managing my symptoms.

In 2017 I took a Chinese Medicine Face Reading class. It's the ability to read someone's personality by looking at the features and wrinkles on their face. In November, I began studying an extension of Chinese Medical Face Reading called "The Golden Path Training."

When I was newly married to my first husband in 1997, he bought me a dishwasher for my birthday.  I was furious.  Yes, I was washing dishes by hand because we didn't have a dishwasher.

Every Thanksgiving, I see a myriad of blogs and articles on Gratitude because many people think that the key to happiness is gratitude. And then, there are the cyncial people like myself that believe it takes a helluva lot more than just "gratitude" to be happy!

A few weeks ago, I wrote about my asshole neighbors and how my husband and I have been (and still are) the targets of a bullying and harassment campaign by our neighbors over a roofing issue that my husband has spent countless hours trying to fix.

I've been the President of my condo association for over a year and a half. I never thought I'd go from touring worldwide as a comedian to condo association President. Still, here I am living the dream, doing my best to protect my property investment and everyone else's. 97% of my residents are absolutely fantastic.

Doug and I moved from a split-level condo into a 2nd-floor condo two years ago. I was having trouble navigating the constant steps of living in a split-level condo, not knowing my thyroid was in crisis mode as I had not yet been diagnosed with Hashimoto's hypothyroidism. We intended for this condo to be a short-term housing solution until we could build our dream home.