It’s been a few weeks since I hung up the pink boots and I haven’t missed it. To be fair most of that time has been spent sick in bed. But it’s good to know that with or without the boots on, I can still manage traffic. Yesterday, I finally
Remember back at start of the FOT, I was on a reconnaissance mission. I had a year’s head start on my friend Jane in the “what do we do with our lives once the kids finish school” game. Well, today is the day. Jane has finished high school for the
I must admit, I’ve become somewhat of an expert at dropping the microphone. I probably have done it in 50 ways. But in the last few years, even I have taken things to the next level. I still rate this conversation last year as my best: Tina to Engineer: Hey,
The Festival of Tina has been all about changing things up, taking a chance and having fun. But maybe deep down I didn’t really believe it was possible for your luck to change. But it has. Things have really changed. No more walking along, minding your own business and a
If I had known 6 months ago how many friends you make by wearing a funny hat, I would have designed a special FOT one then and there. The Festival of Tina technically ends on 18 October 2022, although I’ve now decided to keep it going. Who says it can’t
Is a mid life crisis a one-off thing or a series of events? Each time I try to rejoin ‘real life’ I want to run like I’m on fire. I mean I’m not buying a Porsche or anything but at this rate I might say yes to a time share.
I came back home from the USA with a spring in my step, ready to restart my writing career and continue with my fitness regime. I should have just laid on the lounge and waited for the feelings to pass. While I was in Nashville and Cincinnati, I was going
You know I love a road trip. But my latest one was next level. I went on the road with Uncle BAAHB and Auntie Sherry. When I told people I was catching a Greyhound bus from Nashville to Cincinnati they looked at me like I was batshit crazy. And when
Last night I met an Existentialist in a bar. Really. What are the chances? Could this be Husband, 6? Spoiler alert – it’s a ‘no’ from me. But I have made a new List. Now I’m just asking for a friend of course. What is an existentialist? Well, duh, it
I really am having a gap year. The amount of lost underwear is extraordinary. Just this week I lost more of it in Atlanta. And it even comes with a decent dose of embarrassment too. Rewind a few days and I returned to Atlanta after a hair-raising drive to Alabama
