The awesome life of Tasha...

I know, I know, I am super slow! Thank you for understanding that this busy mom does not often find moments of creativity to allow me to speak to you, my most favourite readers. But alas, the time has come when my ingenuity can no longer stay contained. The wordage within me must be purged. I often preface what I am about to spill to you with a little Parental Advisory notice – I have problems containing my potty mouth… and I don’t always stick to the high road to keep my lady-ness in tact. Today, I am afraid, is no better, and in fact you may want to stop reading right here.   If you are reading this – then you decided to throw caution to the wind, live on the edge and dance with me in a world filled with profanity and inappropriateness. Congratulations, you dirty thing. So… what should we discuss now? Don’t worry - I know just the thing! Balls. Yep, Balls and I am not talking sports. But you can drag your mind out of the gutter, this is a metaphoric conversation

I know, I know... I have been very delinquent in my writings. I can use the old excuse that I have been too busy, which I do, but really I think the problem lies within the fact that I am never home! I find myself on the road travelling to and fro and if I could simply dictate my thoughts and have them delivered here to you, you would be up-to-date on my goings on. Which, let me tell you, really are not all that exciting. And on second thought, if I were to dictate while driving you may get more than you bargained for, hearing exactly how un-classy this mouth of mine is. Believe me, I can throw it down with the best of 'em! Speaking of driving... Here is what has inspired me to get back at these keys and give you something to read. For those of you who know me, you know that I have been driving what I have referred to as a "Clown Car" for the past 8 months. A car, that while sitting in, I felt like a giant, all 5 foot 3 inches of me was crammed into t

I am sitting precariously atop of "the hill". I arrived there this week. And I ask you to please not make any sudden movements, noise or carry on foolishly while I am teetering there. I wouldn't want to drop suddenly over the hill! My birthday, a fairly momentous one, has left me looking down from my high perch at all the young'ns, reminiscing of the carefree days of my youth. Although, to perfectly honest, I still feel like a "young adult" and I wonder when the hell am I going to feel like a grown up? I mean, I do have a pretty grown up life. I have a child. I have a house. I have a car. I buy my own diamonds and I buy my own rings. The shoes on my feet, I bought it. All the women who are independent, throw your hands up at me. Sorry, I got a bit carried away there. I had to represent for all us honey's who's makin money ... and again, carried away. Back to it... What do grown ups do, how do they feel? Cause this old gal sure doesn't feel l