F-bombs setting off fire alarms, praise for sensible sponsorships, and how to pee at 80+ MPH.

WARNING! There is a LOT of b*llshit inside this post! Read at your own risk. However, your shoes probably want you to read this, stat.

***Sometimes titles come to me and others, not so much. So yeah, you’re going to have to read this one….

The real reason I flew to Atlanta last week. I’m fessing-up.

This is a baby koala bear having a bath…but that’s not important right now. Two lists and a little on permission.

Let’s talk about clams, puppies, and then your farm/sheep/barn. Do you hear the theme from Deliverance playing?

The Persona gets Her Person back, and other lessons learned from 9 hours, 20+ miles of hiking and a jazz festival over a holiday weekend.

Altitude, antlers and the possibility of something more – no hallucinogens required.

Stop creating and start killing. Kill, kill, kill.

Get dirty and start something, would you? White gloves are for debutantes. A discourse on the dirty business of business, weird animal noises and effed up fingers.