I’ve been called a “old soul” before.

Absolutely no clue what that means but it can contribute to my early gray hairs, worry lines at 19 and panic attacks.

This is a journey of a woman who has grown up with little old ladies and dollies to finding herself as not only a single mother, the bread-winner, Facebook addict, a 00’s girl, but someone who wants to know her inner-woman again.

Cause living with all boys will make you want to wear nothing but jeans and t-shirts. The idea of combing your hair is in the past… and make up??? Ugh!

I love…

  • Lists (duh?)
  • My 4 year old son.
  • Anything to do with caffeine (My last blog was Desperate for Coffee)
  • Tattoos
  • Summer cause Buffalo, New York sucks in the winter-time.
  • Art
  • Laying around in my Pjs.
  • And I can’t think of anything else yet.

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