Musings from a Tangled Mind
Wendy
This blog is equal parts humor, heart, and “did I really just admit that?” It’s where I try to make sense of life’s nonsense – with a few detours into bargain wine reviews and bad decisions involving hair dye. If you leave with a laugh, a tear, or the urge to text your sibling, “Do you remember the time…?” then I’ve done my job. So grab a drink, lower your expectations, and let’s meander through this beautiful mess together.
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I recently learned that waffle irons are, in fact, hot on the outside. You’d think that would be obvious. You’d think I would have absorbed that information sometime in the last few decades of living on Earth. But no. Apparently my brain said, “The inside is hot. The outside is decorative.” It is not decorative....
“Are you okay?” I know it’s usually meant to be kind. I know it’s a perfectly normal question. But “Are you okay?” is never asked when you are, in fact, okay. No one walks up to a woman eating a sleeve of Oreos in her car and says, “You look like you’re having a good day.” It’s always asked after you sigh. Or stare...
This past weekend I decided I was going to be productive. Not fake-productive. Not “I opened a tab and stared at it” productive. Proper adult productive. So I made a list. It had one item on it. Laundry. That’s it. That was the ambition. Not “learn Italian.” Not “redecorate the living room.” Just clean the garments...
“It is a truth universally acknowledged that a woman in possession of an expansive pantry must be in want of a cookie.” There. That’s the first line of my autobiography. It’s destined to be a bestseller. Or at the very least, something people buy in an airport because they’ve lost the will to live and it has a shiny...
Let’s talk about something I read today which was genuinely unsettling. Apparently, according to this food magazine, if your spices are older than six months, you should throw them out. Six months. Six. Months. Seriously? The Italian seasoning I bought when my ex was still just a boyfriend outlived my entire...
You know what I’d tell my teenage self? Just… say fuck off more. Everything. Say fuck off to the boyfriend and take the AP classes he didn’t get into. Say fuck off to the girl who thought it was cute to put your backpack in the toilet. Maybe add in a right hook for good measure. Say fuck off to the friend who always...
Today’s prompt is “Have you unintentionally broken the law?” Well, first off, pretty presumptuous of you to assume it was unintentional. But we won’t get into all that… statute of limitations and such. Let’s just say, I have committed acts that fall somewhere between “mildly illegal” and “morally questionable but...
And don’t wear matching undies! Save it for tomorrow, ladies. Let’s just get through today like the sensible horror extras we are. No running upstairs, no investigating strange noises, and absolutely no saying “I’ll be right back.” Because if we survive today, there will be wine and chocolate tomorrow. And I, for...
Okay, so I’ve been thinking lately that I’m kind of glad I no longer live in a rural area. I miss the quiet. I miss the stars. But city living does have its perks. Like restaurants that aren’t an hour away. DoorDash. Teachers who know what an okapi is. You know. Civilization. And also, no gunfire followed by the...
“Do you need a break?” It’s such a strange question when you think about it. And people always ask it like it’s a gotcha, don’t they? Like they’ve caught you mid-collapse, clinging to the side of a cliff in business casual, whispering, “Tell my inbox I loved her.” “Do you need a break?” Well, yes, thank you very...
People often assume fear involves roller coasters or cliff diving or being catapulted off a bridge by a guy named Kyle who insists, “Trust me.” And yes, that is terrifying and very much on my reverse bucket list. But today, we’re talking about a different kind of fear factor. The kind that makes an introvert’s blood...
What do you complain about the most? Everything. Thank you for your time. Look, I don’t mean that in a negative way. I mean it in a dedicated way. Some people collect stamps. Some people run marathons. I maintain a broad and diversified complaint portfolio. I complain about things while they are happening. I...
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