Let me help you take the guess work out of online shopping. I've given you my top 3 choices and what makes them great. And how to get the best use of them. I've even offered coupon codes. Who is doing that? Queen Boujee Cheap that's who. I got you fellow Queens, Kings and everyone in between. Leave a comment or question. I will respond very quickly. Here to help you save.

The smallest Maine coon cat you'll ever meet, but just as whacky as them all. She chirples to the birds on the feeder, she will only eat one brand of Kibble and only 3 kinds of people food (milk, eggs, tuna water and butter; no cheese and no meat).

A personal introduction from your author, Zippy McGee. A brief (as possible) summary of some things that shaped me and what identity meant to me growing up.

How it is to be a 50 year old with a toddler. Homeschooling and going to school myself alongside my husband

Ready to invite more readers in—and keep them coming back? Here’s a practical, non-intimidating guide to making your blog more welcoming, accessible, and search-friendly—no SEO jargon, no gatekeeping, just real results.

Looking for some distractions to keep your child busy? here are top 5 activities to keep your child entertained for at least an hour ( for ages 2+)

Raising kids: A journey of challenges and Love, follow along for recipes, love, and lots of laugh as I share my personal experience of raising 3 toddlers

Creating the perfect fall porch with mums, pumpkins, and a fall wreath. With the right combinations of color and texture, you can make your home unforgettable this fall.

STOP THE VOICES IN MY HEAD WONT SHUT UP. They won’t shut up I CANT think I can’t breathe!! Why why why so many people have it worse I’m just a little shithead in middle school.

Hi there. My story begins here, when my parents first divorced. My parents started drifting apart when my Nana died. My father was abusive. He was screaming at my mom for hours for not doing something correctly, up to his standards. he called her worthless, pathetic, and a terrible mother. Our house had always sparkled. It was always clean. He never did anything around the house. He just came home and yelled and fought. My mom, had finally divorced him, after years of fighting. She moved out. Then… my father began abusing me. He hated me for siding with my mom. He said I was too much like her. He thought my mom “brainwashed” me to hate him, despite me watching him try to kill her. Surprisingly, the thing that stung the most about all of this, is that my dad and me used to be incredibly incredibly close. I was his first daughter, and his only one. But he lost me after seeing what he did to my mom. This is all I can tell you here. Read below.

In a few days it'll be six months exactly since my mother's untimely death. I wrote some of my thoughts on the faith and resilience I learned from her.

Just when she thought she was safe, relaxing with her hot pocket and Lifetime movie, her husband pulled off the perfect jump scare — sending her fork flying, her heart racing, and her hot pocket doing an Olympic flip before landing right back on the plate!

My husband and I love to cook and have a bunch of fun when doing it together. Sometimes it's competitive between us, like seeing who can outcook the other. Once, we had a rib cook-off. Other times, it is to take care of each other, such as when I make him chicken soup when he is sick. I will put up the recipe for my broth and then the soup soon. But mostly, it's cooking together to spend time with each other and being creative in our cooking adventures. We pull some great collabs.

Just when I thought laundry day was going smooth, my dryer decided it was done working for the week. Guess who’s hanging clothes like it’s the 80s again?

Sometimes the weather just has other plans — like reminding me that thunder and showers don’t mix! One loud boom, one power flicker, and I was out of that shower faster than an Olympic sprinter. Lesson learned: when the sky grumbles, the shampoo waits till morning.

When I was 3 or 4, I started a full-blown hotdog meltdown over something no one could understand—“No Chewy!” My poor brother-in-law was lost until my sister translated: no chili. Once the crisis was solved, I rocked my pink curlers, ate my cheese puffs, and proudly declared victory. No Chewy, no problem. 🌭😂

Big Island Electric & Solar – Hilo, HI is your trusted partner for electrical and solar services across the Big Island. Our licensed team provides repairs, installations, electrical upgrades, EV charging stations, and solar system installations and maintenance.

One of the eeriest tales my uncle ever told me was about a flood so heavy it swallowed the roads. He said as the rain poured and the water rose, he stood watching the current rage across the wooden bridge near his home. Then he saw them—coffins. Real coffins, drifting through the flood like a grim procession. Some sealed, some cracked open, bumping against each other as the water carried them into the night. He never said what he saw inside—only that the sight haunted him forever.

When I was six, I proudly inherited my dad’s old “billfold” on Father’s Day and strutted around like I owned the world—until I crashed my bike and learned wallets can bruise more than egos. Later that evening, I embarrassed my dad in a crowded restaurant by asking if his wallet hurt his butt. His legendary comeback about wallets only hurting when they’re empty brought the house down.

Puddles the stuffed puppy went from beloved toy to one-eared survivor—and we still can’t stop laughing about it.