From time to time, I’ll be deviating just a little from the regular content to blog about things I love and enjoy for the pleasure of sharing it here in my little corner of the inter-webs.
Let me preface this by saying: I rarely watch TV. When my daughter is home we prefer to keep her engaged in imaginative play or some other type of activity, but when I need to work, I’ll turn the TV on or give her the iPad.
There are only three shows I have any interest in watching or binge-watching–and they all happen to be on Netflix coincidentally:
Friends (I can practically quote every episode),
Stranger Things (I cannot wait until July!!), and
The recent remake of One Day At A Time starring Justina Machado and Rita Moreno.
If you’re not watching this show, I strongly recommend that you start ASAP. It starts off a little slow (IMO) in the first season but they tackle plenty of serious issues such as living with PTSD, coping with anxiety and depression, joining support groups, rebuilding a life after divorce and deployment, teen homosexuality, political awareness and the importance of voting in America, and even what it’s like to almost lose a beloved family member.
There hasn’t been a single season of ODAAT where I don’t shed a tear or flat out ugly cry-sob. This show is really that amazing, and although it’s only been on for three seasons, it truly deserves to be renewed. I’m not sure what Netflix is doing because they’re very hush-hush about their shows, and ODAAT is sadly not on the same million-viewer status like Stranger Things nor does it have the longevity Friends does. It does, however, warrant a watch and not only that–it deserves to be renewed.
So that’s my very brief, unsponsored and unpaid promo for this show. I love it, it speaks to me personally as someone who has dealt with a few of the issues the writers have genuinely crafted into their storyline. Give it a watch and I can promise there will be more of you who love it than who don’t.
I’m not going to sit here and give you a ton of apologies for being gone because… I needed it.
I needed the absence, the time away from most of my social media to clear my head about everything I’d been doing up until that point, and I thought long and hard about this blog post before writing it, but decided to write it in the end—even if it was just to get it off my chest.
(Phew! Run-on sentences, anyone? Bueller?)
The truth is: I have no idea what I’m doing or what my goal was when I started this blog.
I thought I wanted to go into advertising after a near-death scare with my husband the summer of 2017. I thought if I just went back to school and went into a new career field, I could keep up with the bills and maybe even try to give my daughter a decent life should something happen to my husband.
This information probably comes as a shock.
You see, during the (nearly) three years I had my Planners and Polish Instagram, I never shared anything too personal.
Hey everyone, I’m back! Sorry for my absence; school really kicked my ass this quarter. It was tough but I made it.
Today I want to talk to you about my new cover by Popov Leather. I bought this cover in January and received it mid-February. I chose the Black Horween Chromexcel leather with cream stitching and the large pen loop option add on.
This is a comparison of the Original Leuchtturm1917 Notebook and Official Bullet Journal Leuchtturm1917 Notebook (henceforth referred to as Original and Official). The Official notebook as I understand it was a collaboration between Ryder Carroll and Leuchtturm. These are my personal opinions about products that I purchased with my own money. This is not a sponsored post.
Hi there. My name is Ana (it rhymes with banana) and I’m a married mom of one who is a homemaker and student. I have loved writing about my life for as long as I can remember. I was very young when I was gifted my first official diary. It was an adorable little lined book by Sanrio featuring Little Twin Stars on the cover and some cutesy phrase I don’t remember. It also had a lock and tiny key (both useless but in my child mind felt like Alcatraz for my ramblings, musings, and complaints about my bratty sibling no one could access without the key). That diary accompanied me for quite some time until it was sadly lost while on vacation with my parents. Continue reading “A little bit about me”