It’s Sunday, already? How the ever-loving hell did that happen? This time last week I was freaking out about my book being born into the world and now it has happened! If you haven’t picked up a copy yet, you probably should. You can do that by clicking here. It’s okay, I’ll wait. Things were
I have to admit that originally I was going to title this “Your Son Just Bitch-Slapped A Mammoth” but my blog cross-posts to my Twitter which is followed by a lot of educational professionals and I thought it wouldn’t be the best to put that on my page. I’m honestly not the type to have
So, if ya’ll were expecting a wonderful post about what I’m grateful for today, you are about to be HORRIBLY let down. Instead, I’m sitting here wondering why the hell my neighbors decided it was a good idea to start setting off fireworks on the golf course behind my house. It’s very safe to say
In my 32 years on this earth, I have only ever had one real Valentine and even then I can’t really count that. You probably wonder what on earth I could mean by “real” and why I’m not counting it – I will gladly break it down for you. Sophomore Year, High School: I’m dating
I’ve been laying hints for a while not about something new on the horizon and I guess there is no time like the present to reveal what’s been going on! I’m really excited to announce that I’ve started up my new business venture: The Hot Mess Press! For a few months I’ve been playing around
With the elimination of the half marathon on Saturday, I woke up on Sunday ready for a race. True to Josh fashion, I got zero sleep the night before the race and ended up watching Disney movies until it was time to get out of bed. My pre-race nerves are annoying sometimes. 3:30 alarm. 4:00am
I have to be honest, I love when people snap random photos of me. When I’m at Disney, I PRAY for Photopass to capture those random moments above the posed ones. The posed ones aren’t real. Those aren’t life. Case in point: Donald + Me + This Photo = Adorable Also…I’m an arrogant potato and
Avoiding Neverland 