Saturday Night Live

Weekend nights were once something special! Now everyday/night feels the same. It's always Wednesday in my world, just another...Wednesday.

I have been running this Cavotu blog for 8 years (feels longer) and I have tried really hard to keep the swear words out. As a writer (me) or as one who appreciates writing, I am well aware that the English language is filled with thousands of eloquent descriptive words yet there are times when the F word gets the point across so well.

I over heard this female the other day dropping the F bomb in every sentence. It didn't even sound cool or tough or dare I say necessary in my opinion after piecing together the topic of her conversation. Bottom line, talking like trash is just lame so don't fucking do it.

I've been working on several different projects this past week and I am feeling super productive. I am actually making progress toward my goals which in my world is really really cool. My cheerleading team consists of two lil monsters (age 3 and 5) so I don't get a ton of "so proud" yadda yadda moments...but I'm proud. I'm clapping. I'm cheering.

I stumble across random stuff on IG...words to live by or common sense or total nonsense.

I have always been a loyalist. It's hard to just walk away. Firing up the middle finger is easy. But giving up on something you have tried soooooo hard for just sucks.


This one below always kills me, such a tough pill to swallow. How long does one suffer before they say enough is enough? I mean at some point you completely go insane, you lose yourself, nothing makes sense anymore, one can only suffer for so long...love is gnarly and hope is a motherfucker!!



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