Give me a topic, you guys!

My guess is you were concerned I was sent off to an erotica boarding school, what with my lack of entries after my last post. Perhaps you envisioned me studiously learning about different BDSM paraphernalia while enjoying break out sessions on What Exactly Nipple Clamps Can Do For You!

Where has my creativity gone. I often wish I was one of those freelance writers who are given topics to cover. At least then I'd know what I have to write without pulling something out of thin air. Or my ass.

Let's try something new here: Comment on this here post and tell me what you want me to write about. And I will!

Ready....GO!

Learning to fly

Amdist my wracked mothering nerves chased by Zoloft, I find myself slowly but surely grasping the importance of financial stability. I know, right?

As Jon and I were wading through the gunk of divorce, I was all, I'M GONNA GO HERE & I'M GONNA GO THERE...AND THERE...AND, AIRLINE TICKETS? $300? I'M THERE!! NEW SHIRT? SHOES? OUTTA MY WAY, JON!

The financial freedom from Jon's stinginess frugality I was experiencing was overwhelming. In my life I've had only ten years of financial education and that was from Jon. No offense, Mom & Dad, but I wasn't exactly prepared for living a financially responsible existence after leaping from your nest. The one piece of advice I still cling to, with one itty bitty pinky tip - but still, was my dad saying after graduating from high school, "DON'T. GET. A. CREDIT. CARD." 5 simple words I carried with me through my life before meeting Jon.

I find it a miracle I actually listened to my dad's advice. Looking back on my late teens and early twenties I cringe at the thought of carrying as much credit card debt as I did cases of beer, packs of cigarettes, and bags of weed. At least I didn't have a credit card.