Spray Tan Say WHAT?

So, I recently took another plunge into unknown territory (I'm getting very adventurous these days!) and I decided to try out a spray tan. Well, as it turns out, like many things I was not prepared. It seemed innocent enough. Famous last words, I guess. Here's the deal. Summer is a weird time for me. It's like, hey, it's hot and it's time for shorts so here are my ghastly white legs. I look like a Cullen. Credit: Twilight Wiki Fandom My friend was having a later-in-life wedding, her first, and I wanted to look nice to support her on her special day! I once again tried the Jergens route, but it's a non-starter. No matter how well I moisturized, how delicately or intricately I attempted to apply, it never went on evenly. And for some reason, it always seemed to glop around my ankles. Like,...

What Hill Will You Die On?

I love the idiom - what hill will you die on? For those new to this term (hey, I don't know your life!), it means something you have strong convictions and will stand by your point of view. So, my new favorite blogging platform has had some killer content recently and posed this question today. One blogger, Jen Lancaster  - an author whom I adore - has one of the most indignant hill belief (though what other kind of hill would there be) and insists on the sock - shoe - sock - shoe application process. Frankly, that sounds like THE MOST inefficient process ever. Sock-sock-shoe-shoe is the only way to go unless you like to waste time. But it got me wondering about the hill I'd die on. Well, as you would expect, I have a few. We are not a croc family. We will not own them. Not...

Apparently, I Don’t Understand the Word Partner

I consider myself a well-versed individual. In fact, I pride myself on it. During a period of my life, I was once known as the Queen of Words. I even used that as my business name when I was handling communications and social media strategy, so to find out there's a somewhat common word running rampant in the world I no longer know the meaning is quite alarming to this wordsmith. As I referenced, I was at a stretch facility recently, and the person stretching me - who appeared male - was telling me about his partner's cats. One loves him, one hates him. He went on in a fair amount of detail about these felines and then proceeded to say fortunately he didn't have to see them super often because his partner lived on the east side and he lived downtown. Strange, I thought. I would have thought you...

Anxiety, Botox, Piriformis Pain, My Pilot and My Damn iPhone

It's been wild around here, guys. I do mean wild. I've thought of easily 8 blog posts I want to write, but have either had no time to write them, or when I do sit down to write them I quite literally fall asleep. That never happens to me. I'm running on empty. Nevertheless, I remain a spicy disaster with an amalgam of stressors plaguing the way I suffer through life. LOL Even though I tried to list the stressors in alphabetical order in the title, I'm going to mix it up and keep you on your toes. Botox or Bust? I'd been thinking about getting Botox for a while and finally decided to pull the trigger. To be clear, Botox forces the muscles in your forehead and between your eyes not to contract. It's not filler. Filler is what happens south on your face. I told the nurse practitioner,...
Heather Chastain

About Heather

(So, my web designer says I needed to include a bio, though I find this task silly because, if you’re here, you know me.)

I’m a writer. It’s what I do. It’s a cathartic mechanism when I need release from my anxiety. I’ve had blogs in the past; I’ve taken them down, but I never stopped writing. I simply can’t. My notes app is forever long as it’s filled with pages and pages of different topics. Sometimes I just write a few sentences. Sometimes I write paragraphs.

Recently, I've been writing long essays. My friends and others I hold dear have coaxed me into sharing my work again.

So that's what I'm doing, you wicked, pushy people. LOL

I have no desire to see my writing be anything more than an opportunity to share what I love doing most. I have no interest in this blog reaching the masses.

I thought it would be fun to call it My Spicy Disaster because that's often how I feel. A complete mess of epic proportion. So join me, if you'd like, and let's pretend we're not sitting amongst the chaos crying, but laughing instead.

Or maybe we do cry sometimes, but then wipe our tears and remember one person’s disaster is another person’s … well, who the hell knows …