
The Boobie Chronicles: My First Mammogram, Daisy Pasties, and Ms. Nippy Fingertips
October was Breast Cancer Awareness month, and in my 40th year, I was honored {not really} to be part of the celebration by having my first mammogram.
October was Breast Cancer Awareness month, and in my 40th year, I was honored {not really} to be part of the celebration by having my first mammogram.
We cannot all be Nelson Mandela, but each and every one of us was born with specific passions and unique experiences. >>Read More
Sh*t just got real for me. I can wax Ms. Cheevious (empowered, frivolous, free-spirited) all I want, but if someone brings the shit to me, well they’re gonna’ get Ms. Cheevious with a whole boat load of Lisa J. backing her up.
In which Ms. Cheevious tells a gruesome tale for the festivities of October… but it’s really in honor of something much more important.
Accomplishing something TRULY radical, like maybe raising responsible, smart, successful, well-adjusted, and hell, how about fun-to-be-around kids… for a change? That’s even more on us.
I see every article as an open conversation. That’s why often you’ll find comments from me (and my alter ego, for that matter) on various internet articles. I feel as though it’s one, big, giant conversation.
From my view, we’re all over-achievers. If you aren’t, I’m quite surprised, and well, I’m not sure why you’re here. Stop now, …
I’m fairly confident I could write an equally flattering post on how wonderful it is to be a man; however I’m not one. It’s great to be a chick.