I haven’t written in a while because I’ve been chasing down some work.

With Thanksgiving tomorrow, I guess I’m here to tell you for what I’m thankful. It’s a lot. And it’s probably not the typical things that most of you would expect, as our lives are very different.

I’m truly thankful I don’t have to spend my days in a shelter. That I have a truck if I need a place to rest my head. That my new job, though it doesn’t pay squat, includes a roof over my head.

Fall leaves, as a reminder everything always changes. Thank goodness for that.

Clean air. My 02 levels came in low this morning at the doctor, but I’m still breathing.

Smart phones. I wouldn’t know what day, or time it was…. or anything else for that matter.

People with bleeding hearts. They always come to my rescue.

Water. It really is a fantastic resource.

Dogs and babies. They always make my heart smile.

And a bunch of other stuff you already know.


Be thankful for what you have. Someone else could always appreciate it more…


I get by with a little help from my friends

“What would you think if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me.
Lend me your ears and I’ll sing you a song,
And I’ll try not to sing out of key.
Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, I’m gonna try with a little help from my friends.”

Well, we can leave out the innuendo about getting high, but friends are very important to someone who is struggling. Friends can’t always be there financially for you, but they can definitely be there to guide you emotionally, and pick up your spirits.

Because I’m a gypsy, an beyond being a social butterfly, I have numerous acquaintances/friends spread all over the world, and very few live within driving distance of my wonderful city. So, when I moved here, I joined a MeetUp group. Several of them actually, but only one that really speaks to me. They’re all a bunch of lushes. And I love them.

A few of them know what I’m going through at this point in my life and have given me great words of wisdom and inspiration. The rest of them have given me wine. And margaritas. And beer. Bless them. I just show up and they take care of me. Can’t ask for better friends than that!

Wanna know why the bum is standing on the corner asking for some change to get drunk? Well, it’s a survival skill really. To lift one’s spirits, sometimes you just have to drink them!



If you’d like to be a friend in deed, you can contribute financially to I promise I won’t spend it on beer, but actual necessities. No worries if you can’t contribute, prayers, good vibes, and well wishes are also appreciated.

Gym time

Today’s blog comes to you from the over-crowded weekend workout facility. You may be asking yourself, “How can you afford a gym membership, you’re a Broke Bitch?” Well, let me share with you one key to survival if you suddenly find yourself homeless: the gym- it’s a gem.

Luckily, one smart thing I did when I first moved to the bestest city on the planet a few months ago, was that I actually had money to rent a very nice room in a very nice suburb that happened to have it’s own little rec center. Gym membership: $15! So I took some money that I had coming in form my fund ( and renewed my membership even though I don’t live in that community anymore (they won’t know since I already had a membership when I did actually live there.)

For $15 for one month, I have access to weight machines, cardio equipment, the pool and, yes, public showers. 

Now, typically, I am not one for public showers because of germs and nakedness all, but when you when you haven’t had a shower in few days, you come to appreciate little luxuries like being clean. I quickly over-came my fear of being fat and naked in the locker room and all the hidden germies in a less than desirable shower facilities. I work out for an hour (cuz let’s face it, my fat ass needs it anyway, and now, I actually have time to do such a thing instead of being lazy sitting on the couch watching movies on HBO – another luxury homeless people do not have) and then I take a shower, fix my hair, put on my makeup, just like I was getting ready for some event at “home”.

Makeup? Yes, makeup. I refuse to be an ugly homeless person. I have a ton of it that I’m forcing myself to use now that I can’t go out and buy more eye shadows and whatnot I use once or twice and throw in the bucket of cosmetics that would be sitting on my bathroom counter.

They say you should always wake up in the morning and put on your best, regardless of how you feel. It’s the best way to pick yourself up. With the added bonus of being able to work out, I lessen my depression of being broke…and homeless… all the while improving my physical health (let’s hope anyway).

I must say, by the time I’m done being homeless, I better have lost a shit-ton of weight and at least look like a million bucks, whether I have it in my pocket or not!