Valentine’s Day has been historically disappointing. It ranks right up there with New Years Eve. While my expectations are never high, the day always seems to end in tears. This year will be different. This year will be different, because there is no Knight in Shining Armor, Mr. Perfect, Boy Wonder, or Prince Charming. This year is different because…I have no Valentine.

Blindsided by a break-up earlier in the week, I was sitting at home packing. A terrible procrastinator, I had known about the move for months, yet hadn’t even begun to pack…my move was in 2 days. As I worked to pack up the kitchen, my eyes kept drifting over to the ice cream maker. It gave me the rage.

I am pale. This is a fact that I’ve grown to accept after many trips to the beach and self-tanning debacles. Yet for whatever reason my friends always want to give me tanning advice. A while back, I was out with my friend, who through regular visits to the tanning salon manages to stay a nice golden brown twelve months out of the year.
One particularly gloomy day, we were out shopping in the vicinity of the “cancer capsules” when she decided …

It’s Saturday night and my husband and I decide to go out for dinner. We have been interested in trying Carley’s, a small piano bar in Harrisburg. It looks cute from the outside. We call and make a reservation, get ready and head out the door. First impressions can really go a long way in determining your comfort in a new place. As we arrive we notice that it’s strangely empty for 8 p.m. on a Saturday, in fact it’s …

I noticed something about myself today. I do…in fact…eat my feelings.
Today I ate some rage….sweet…..delicious rage.
On my way to work I received a phone call from a coworker….evidently this awful woman who left my office just a few months back was planning on returning! I was horrified. This woman was a nightmare! One day you get snappy bitch, the next day you get the most fake phony freak you can imagine. It was pretty much the office consensus that she needed to be …