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.

Our beloved golf cart of three years needed serious help. The paint was chipping off, the support for the back seat was broken, and we blew out the Bluetooth speakers. It rattled and shook when we drove it. The estimate to fix it was $6000, or we could buy a fully loaded new one with a warranty for $9000. We opted to get a new one.

A few years back, I had a friend who wondered why she wasn't meeting any single guy. On a whim, I checked out her Facebook page. She had the following memes posted:

A few weeks ago, I went on a vacation with several of our friends, and one of the ladies bought some wooden race cars and fairy light kits for anyone who wanted to do them. Memories of all the arts and crafts projects I did as a child came flooding back. I was an only child, and my mother was always looking for ways for me to entertain myself. I remember doing paint-by-number kits, making pot holders with a weaving loom, various jewelry-making devices, a pottery wheel, and building rockets and car models.