Intro: The Big O

When starting a blog your brain is filled with lots of content – it’s all about getting it semi-organized & semi-written while accepting that it will always turn out semi-great or semi-finished.

This is a place where I will let my thoughts flow – to readers or not, it doesn’t matter.

So, what’s to come?

New and old recreational activities – I’m talking to you pickle ballers, bowlers, break dancers, aerobics exercisers and those still only doing the deed missionary style.

Concert going – why is it no longer affordable, still uber popular, saturated by artists over 65 and much more about the tailgating.

Baby expectancy – so beautiful – but I still can’t stand a gender reveal nor the need for pregnant ladies to always pose holding their precious center.

Easy and fun recipes – probably mostly alcohol, will dabble in some foodie recipes too.

High heels for ladies – In? Out? Streetwear? Bedroom-wear?

What’s really in your nightstand? Yup, we are going there!

🏠: Intro: The Big O

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