Tick Tock Tick Tock

I just got back from my annual pilgrimage to Jackson, Mississippi for the Sweet Potato Queens gathering and St. Paddy’s Day Parade. This was my 5th trip and I think they just keep getting better every year. It’s my chance to meet up with old friends, meet some new ones and increase my laugh lines. I can also dress goofy if I want, wear a pimp hat or a tiara. Anything goes.

I just want to thank Jill Conner Browne for what she’s done by writing these books. Who knew it would develop into this big network of great friends. Women from all over the country and even from England. Friends we share our triumphs with, who we commiserate with, laugh uproariously with, do Jell-O shots with, friends we help into a turd costume without questioning why.

JCB spoke that none of us know how much longer we are on this earth, so don’t waste time. If you have a dream, then go for it. That just helped me renew my resolve to get this weight off. I don’t want to be the fat kid on the outside looking in anymore, which is what it feels like so much of the time.