The Retired Rodeo Clown

Much to the initial surprise of many of my followers, I have quite the rural past which I have freely shared on this blog. These anecdotes have detailed my time spent working on a farm, throwing knives, and failing to emulate the murderer of Bambi's mother. Basically, I haven't always been the somewhat polished, dirt-averse individual most of my readers have come to know and tolerate, and today I'm going to add fuel to that fire by describing my time as a horse owner.

The Great Bagel Baking Show

Disclaimer: This post is not going to be as soothing as The Great British Baking Show, so if you're looking for that genre, I'd suggest heading over to Netflix for your dose of accented people trying their hands at baking. Once you're done there, be sure to come back here for your fix of a non-accented person attempting to make an Americanized version of iconic baked goods.

Calling an Audible in 2020

In the spring of 2018, I wrote a post about (pardon my potential misuse of a football reference) calling an audible. Well, it's nearly two years later, and I find myself in a similar place: wanting to edit a few of the year's goals in addition to lacking even a basic understanding of sports terminology. So here's what I'm planning on changing:

That Time I Received a Haircut from a Hells Angel

If you've read my blog as far back as 2017, you'll know I haven't had the best of luck when it comes to getting my hair cut. Most notoriously was the disastrous haircut that spawned memorable lines like "...raking through my hair with the ferocity of a recently scorned girlfriend shredding her ex-boyfriend’s letter jacket" and "budget haircuts, like back-alley lobotomies, should be avoided at all costs." If you can't tell from reading those dramatic gems, I desperately hoped my terrible haircutting experiences were over. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

How to Act Like a Diehard Football Fan in a Sports Bar

It was a night like so many others in that I decided to kill some time by shopping with my sister, Abby. I had only been back in Western New York for a few days and was working hard to readjust to the slower pace of a rural town. In such a place, a fantastic way to spend an evening is to go to the nearest Walmart or Target.

Some Lessons Learned in Florida

As I drove a moving truck full of my belongings across the Florida state line today, I couldn't help but reflect on the past year and the lessons it taught me. So not wanting to be selfish by keeping those to myself, I've decided to share them with you.

Fearmongering as a Recruitment Strategy

After graduating from college, I began work as an admissions counselor at my alma mater, and let me tell you, I tackled that job with all the gusto of a My Strange Addiction subject devouring a box of dryer sheets. I knew it was a blessing that I had gotten the job, and I wanted to do my absolute best. The problem is that although I am quite gregarious, I am not a natural-born salesman, which makes it pretty difficult to convince people to choose your school over the myriad of other options they have.

Target’s Last Shopper

Target. What do you picture when you hear that word? A store celebrating holidays months before they arrive? Stylish mothers surrounded by Hearth & Hand products worshipping an effigy of Joanna Gaines? I'll tell you what I picture: a nearly empty store giving off some intense Left Behind vibes.

Surviving the Great Florida Cold Front of 2019

This week, in between sweating profusely in 90-degree weather, I began to brace myself for the oncoming cold front that was rapidly gaining traction on Florida news stations. It seemed that every TV I saw featured graphs showing a digital blue layer moving across the state to signify the oncoming cold front that was sure to shock state residents as it moved eastward.