Tasher On The Spot

Wow. This did NOT turn out the way I wanted.  The original plan was to document a daily random event or thought in my life, as it happened. I did a great job for the first week or so, but that stopped because I bit off more than I could chew. As usual. This is my life.  Long story short - after the new year, I promised myself that I would put myself in a better financial place than where I've been. In other words, I was tired of fucking struggling. Every month. That shit gets old. Quick. So I rebuilt my resume and spent every day pimping myself on every job site possible. Hours every day. My full time job became finding a well-paying job.  I went on so many job interviews, shaking hands and kissing babies, only to get the 'thanks but no thanks' emails that followed. It's exhausting. Like being a stripper on nickel day.  Anyhoo, my point is, I was distracted. My writing was put on the back burner. So there it is. I failed at this endeavor.  BUT...as of 2 days ago...

Good morning Tashers! I missed the dying of the river. I had to work. I may hit the city tomorrow to witness the brilliance. If you're not a native Chicagoan, you won't get it.  Anyhoo, todays blog is sponsored by the letter G. As in I am still haunted by Ghosts. Two in particular, but let's just focus on one for now. So I came home from work tonight and just fucking around on Facebook, as usual, when a 'recommendation' popped up. It was for a page called Fireman Electric.  Seeing this was a huge shock to my system and triggering, for a multitude of reasons.  Long story short, Fireman Electric was my stepdad's company that he build from the ground up while we lived on the south side of Chicago. Anyone who knew this man will never forget him. He was a personality unparalleled. I honestly can't do him justice in words. My mom married him when I was 5, they divorced when I was 15. Yet even after, we stayed close, we talked often. He saw me grow into a woman and...

Guess what Tashers, you're getting a combo meal today, because I slacked yesterday.  Sorry. I'm human.  So today's blog(s) begin with the letter U. As in Update.  On the dating end, my experience on my current dating site have been interesting this week. I have been hit on by married men looking for a side thing. I was asked to be the third wheel in a marriage. And just yesterday, I had a distinguished gentleman tell me that he's looking for a woman who would 'tell me what to do and put me in my place'. Um...so in otherwords, he wanted a dominatrix. I responded with the fact I already have 2 kids, not looking for a third. Not my jam. THANKSBUTNOTHANKS.  I cancelled my subscription post haste.  On the job end, everybody loves my education and experience, but doesn't want to pay me for it. Meh.  If I hear I'm 'over-qualified' one more time, imma scream. And now, at 52, I'm beginning to feel I'm becoming a victim of ageism. As an employer, I...

Good evening Tashers!!! Ok, I need an into here, and since none of y'all responded to my question yesterday, this is what it is.  GOOD EVENING TASHERS! Today's blog was unexpected and a tad unnerving, but thought provoking for me nonetheless.  I had an actual in-person job interview today, my second since the whole COVID crap started 3 years ago. We've all lived primarily in a Zoom world during the pandemic, so to actually be interview by real humans in the flesh was refreshing. As I posted before, 2023 has GOT to be my most successful year yet. I need to be bigger, better, faster, stronger.  So while getting a tour of the clinic by one of the occupational therapists, I couldn't help but notice her bulging belly. And I proceeded to do the one big No No when it comes to literally sizing up a woman's figure - I just blurted out 'When are you due?'  The second that question left my lips, I sighed heavily and almost did a facepalm. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe she h...

Good morning, kids! Ugh, I really need to call my subscribers something else. 'Kids' is a bit insulting. It's a figure of speech, but still...we need something more proper.  Tashers? Spotters? Ew no...Tashers! How about that?? Leave a comment below. I'm open to suggestions.  So today's blog is sponsored by the letter A. As in the Art of Being Alone.  Growing up, I was the definition of a wallflower. I was that kid that stood in the corner, only speaking when spoken to, giving one word answers. My mother raised me with an iron fist. If I ever said anything she didn't like, there was hell to pay, and my bank account was always empty.  Year after year, I spent countless hours alone in my bedroom on the southside of Chicago. Dancing to Duran Duran records, reading, writing in my journal, watching shows on my 12 inch black and white TV, wishing for something bigger. Better. Far away from there. I was often alone, but never lonely. Savvy? I had close friends back then...

 BLARCH.  The title still makes me laugh out loud.  Yes, deep down inside, I have the mindset of a 14 year old boy...whom I currently live with that thinks farting in my direction is a source of entertainment. Meh.  Anyhoo...today's vlog is sponsored by the letter M. As in menopause. The big M. The change of life. Whatever the hell they call in nowadays. I really don't care. It all sucks all the same.  I honestly wish someone would have given me a handbook of being a middle-aged woman. No one - NOT ONE WOMAN IN MY LIFE ever warned me of the shit I'm going through.  Yes, I'm angry. I'm a tad bitter. Fuck you. Get off my lawn.  #1 - The Night Sweats - My whole young life I've been a stomach sleeper, until I got pregnant. Both times. I had to completely change my sleep positions to fit my situation. Ok, fine. I adjusted. But then suddenly in my late-40's, I became a rotisserie chicken. I flip and flop positions all night. I'm hot, I'm cold. The comforte...

 Wow, did I really call this challenge VLARCH? Because that would involve VIDEO BLOGGING, Tara! And I had no intention of doing live posts. Because nobody wants to see my mug in the flesh every day. So ignore the original title. My brain left my head for a moment. Again.  So now I welcome you to BLARCH! Which sounds just as disgusting as VLARCH, but more appropriate. I will be B-L-O-G-G-I-N-G every day this month.  And speaking of goals, it's already the 4th of March. I'm technically 3 days behind. Typical. I shall do better from now on. Hey, it's been awhile, go easy on me <insert Adele here>. Today's blog starts with the letter D. As in online dating. A couple months ago I posted my experiences of online dating for, ehem, women of a certain age. I believe somewhere in the blog I stated if this is the dating pool, I'd rather drown.  Shortly after that blog, I cancelled my subscription to the site I was on. Having empty, one word conversations with neanderthal...

 Hehe...VLARCH.  Sounds like something your cat would regurgitate.... VLARCH!  Gross.  I haven't posted in awhile. I know, I'm a dork. My bad. I promised myself that 2023 would be the year of proaction. To move more, wake up earlier, get more shit done, kick more ass, and just do better. I love my life, I really do, but there are specific areas I want to personally improve on.  Ask this point, I've done a few things I said I would do. Needless to say, that did not come with ease. It came with mulitple harsh conversations and a kick in the ass. All provided by me.  So tonight I decided to bring back the daily v/blog. Hey, I did it once before and it worked out well. It received so much attention by that I was asked to be on 2 television shows and 3 radios stations. All I had to do was document my sex life. Don't ask. Those who know, know.  Aaaaaanyyyhooo...so let's start fresh. Starting today, March 3rd, I'm going to post a daily blog, about whatever fu...