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How I Clean When I’m Mad

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Ever been so mad you could scrub the paint off the walls? Same. When I get fired up, I channel every ounce of that frustration into something productive—cleaning. It’s not just about tidying up; it’s therapy with a mop in hand. So if you’re the kind of person who needs to do something when you’re mad, this one’s for you. Here’s how I clean when I’m mad and how you can turn a bad mood into a clean house.

First, I Let the Rage Pick the Playlist

Before I touch a single sponge, I grab my phone and put on a playlist that matches my mood. We’re talkin’ angry girl anthems, Southern rock with some bite, or old-school rap that makes you feel like you can throw hands with the dust bunnies. This isn’t a soft, easy listening kind of clean—we’re deep cleaning like our feelings depend on it. And in a way, they kinda do.

I Start With Whatever’s Bugging Me Most

I don’t follow a routine when I’m mad. I go straight for the mess that’s bothering me the most. If it’s the kitchen counter stacked with dishes, that’s where I go. If it’s the laundry that’s been sitting in the dryer for two days, I’ll yank it out like it personally offended me. When I’m in a mood, I let that emotion guide me, and honestly, it works better than any chore chart ever has.

I Clean Harder, Faster, and Meaner

I don’t gently wipe things down—I scrub. I vacuum like I’m mad at the carpet. I slam trash bags around and toss clutter into the trash like I’m tossing ex-boyfriend hoodies (no offense, Santiago). And I swear, the more I clean, the more the anger melts away. It’s like I’m sweeping up my feelings and dumping ‘em out with the crumbs.

I Talk to Myself While I Do It

Don’t judge me, but when I’m mad-cleaning, I talk it out. Sometimes I mutter under my breath. Sometimes I full-on rant while wiping down the fridge. And every once in a while, I’ll laugh at how ridiculous I sound—but by then, I’m already halfway through a deep clean. Bonus: no one wants to interrupt me, so I get to clean in peace.

I Use It As a Reset

By the time I’m done, I usually feel calmer. My house looks better. My mind feels clearer. And even if the thing that made me mad is still lingering, it doesn’t feel quite as heavy. Cleaning when I’m mad gives me a way to reset without taking it out on anyone (or texting something I’ll regret).

I Don’t Aim for Perfection—Just Progress

Let’s be honest: angry cleaning isn’t always methodical. Sometimes I miss a spot. Sometimes I forget to pop in a wax melt or put things all the way back where they belong. But I’m not chasing perfection—I’m just channeling energy. And progress, especially when you’re fired up, is better than sitting around stewing.

Cleaning when I’m mad isn’t just about having a cleaner home. It’s about doing something with the anger instead of letting it eat me up. Plus, nothing feels better than slamming a cabinet shut knowing the junk drawer inside is finally organized.

So next time you’re mad, don’t doom-scroll or fire off that text. Grab a rag and turn that rage into sparkle.

Lisa Crow contributed to this article. She is a true crime junkie and lifestyle blogger based in Waco, Texas. Lisa is the Head of Content at Gigi’s Ramblings and Southern Bred Crime Junkie. She spends her free time traveling when she can and making memories with her large family which consists of six children and fifteen grandchildren.

Notes I’d Leave Around the House if I Were a Ghost

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If I ever find myself stuck between this world and the next—haunting the halls of my old house like some leftover casserole nobody wants—I won’t be doing the usual ghost stuff. Nope. No chains rattling, no cold spots, no whispering your name from the closet.

I’d be leaving notes.

Creepy, confusing, sometimes helpful notes. Because even in the afterlife, I’d still be a little passive-aggressive and a lot sarcastic. And believe me, my Southern spirit would have plenty to say.

“Microwave’s Not a Crime Scene, Clean It”

Let’s start with the kitchen. If I’m watching you reheat pizza for the third time this week and still not wiping the damn microwave down, you’re getting a note. Probably written in ketchup if I’m feeling theatrical.

Sticky note on the microwave:
“Your ancestors did not survive plagues and famine for you to leave spaghetti splatter on this appliance. Clean it.”

“You Left the Dryer Door Open Again. What Are We—Animals?”

Laundry rooms are underrated haunting spots. So much energy, so much neglect. If you keep forgetting your wet laundry for days at a time, I’m absolutely haunting you with mildew smell and a blunt reminder.

Taped to the wall above the dryer:
“The mold thanks you. And so does the colony of socks you’re singlehandedly growing behind the machine.”

“Don’t Look Under the Bed. I Mean It.”

Now I wouldn’t be a good ghost if I didn’t mess with you just a little. This one’s simple: write it on an index card, slide it halfway out from under the bed.

The note says:
“If you’re reading this, it’s already too late. (Just kidding. Probably.)”

Cue the paranoia. You’ll be sleeping with the lights on for a week.

“This House Ain’t Big Enough for Two Alpha Females”

Let’s say someone new moves in and tries to rearrange my cabinets. No ma’am. You think just ‘cause I’m dead I’m gonna let you put the cereal above the fridge? Think again.

Note inside the cabinet:
“This is not how I labeled these in 1989, and I will rearrange them every night until you learn.”

Bonus points if she starts blaming the kids.

“Did You Hear That? Neither Did I. That’s the Point.”

Oh, now we’re getting spooky. A well-placed note in the bathroom, when the mirror is just a little fogged up, that’s prime ghost territory. Leave it on the edge of the sink.

Note reads:
“You’ll only hear the sound once. But it’s not random. It’s a countdown.”

You’ll have folks questioning every creak and pipe pop for months.

“You Forgot to Lock the Back Door Again…”

Sometimes, being a ghost means you’ve got to look out for the living. Especially down here, where folks will leave the back door wide open like we ain’t got serial killers and raccoons both trying to get in.

Post-it by the back door:
“Lock it. Or I’ll start whispering your full name at 3:07 AM until you do.”

Now that is discipline from beyond the grave.

“That’s Not Where the Remote Goes.”

Last but not least, the living room. The heart of the home—and the easiest place to drive someone nuts.

Note on the coffee table:
“I know you had the remote last. Put it back before I start hiding it in the fridge.”

Just a lil ghostly mischief to keep things spicy.

Haunting With a Personal Touch

If I were a ghost, you best believe I’d make the afterlife entertaining—for both of us. I wouldn’t need no Ouija board to communicate. Just some sticky notes, a Sharpie, and that timeless Southern flair for keeping folks in line with a smile and a threat.

And hey, if you start finding weird little notes in your house… it might be me. Especially if they’re written in cursive and smell faintly of sunflowers.

Lisa Crow contributed to this article. She is a true crime junkie and lifestyle blogger based in Waco, Texas. Lisa is the Head of Content at Gigi’s Ramblings and Southern Bred Crime Junkie. She spends her free time traveling when she can and making memories with her large family which consists of six children and fifteen grandchildren.

Perimenopause Is Kicking My Ass: A Survival Story 11 Years in the Making

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When It All Started

If you had told me back in 2014 that I’d still be riding the perimenopause rollercoaster in 2025, I would’ve laughed in your face. Then again, maybe I wouldn’t—because I’d be too busy squinting through an ocular migraine, bloated like I swallowed a watermelon, and Googling “what does a stroke feel like?” at 2:30 a.m.

I hit puberty early, had kids early, and pretty much ran my reproductive system like a demolition derby. So yeah, maybe it makes sense that the “change” kicked in sooner than average. But 11 years? That ain’t a change—that’s a damn lifestyle.

The First Symptom: What the Hell Was That?

My periods were once like a Swiss watch—every 28 days, no fuss, no drama. I naïvely assumed menopause would be the same. Spoiler alert: it is not.

My first warning sign? An ocular migraine. I wasn’t even a headache person, so when I suddenly started seeing through what looked like a vibrating Coke bottle, I panicked. I thought I was having a stroke. That led to my first of many ER visits, CT scans, and puzzled doctors who all patted my head and told me I was “fine.” Except I wasn’t.

Heart Racing, Bloating, and Full-On Night Terrors

Not long after the migraines, I started waking up around 2-3 a.m. with my heart racing like I was being chased by something invisible and terrifying. My stomach would swell up like I was nine months pregnant, and the acid reflux would hit like a freight train. The cycle always ended the same: me freezing cold, shaky, and sure I was dying.

Turns out, these were nocturnal panic attacks—but they weren’t just “in my head.” I later learned the connection between gut issues and the vagus nerve. When my bloated stomach compressed that nerve, it triggered heart palpitations and panic. Vicious cycle, right?

These episodes led to countless EKGs, a panic disorder diagnosis, and one incredibly unhelpful doctor who refused to believe hormones were the root cause. I bought a KardiaMobile (a portable EKG), taught myself how to read it, and started using Calm magnesium powder and beta blockers at night. That combo has helped a ton—but those episodes? Still scary as hell.

Overachiever Hormones: Because Normal Would Be Too Easy

Most women my age with thyroid issues develop hypothyroidism. Not me. I went full throttle with hyperthyroidism. Racing heart? Check. Sky-high anxiety? Check. It took a kind-hearted ER doc following a hunch to even catch it.

A couple years in, things got real weird. I had a full year of bizarre neurological symptoms—brief waves of heat through my tongue, weird little patches of chill bumps (always near my right knee), and eye floaters that looked like black worms swimming across my vision. Then came the daily headaches. Three months straight of head pain and a doctor who thought 800mg of Advil every six hours was a sustainable plan.

That little plan destroyed my gut, left scar tissue on my liver, and killed my gallbladder. My food started going through me undigested—yes, as gross as it sounds—and I was sick for two full years while everyone shrugged.

The Gallbladder Saga

My gallbladder wasn’t your typical lazy slacker. Oh no, mine was hyperkinetic—constantly dumping bile, whether it was needed or not. My white blood cells were sky high, my face was flushed, and I was running out of energy and patience. It took forever to get a diagnosis, and even then, most surgeons in my area wouldn’t touch it.

Thanks to the internet and some life-saving Facebook groups, I figured out how to manage it myself with TUDCA, ox bile, and digestive enzymes. If I skip my enzymes for a couple days, I feel it immediately. But with them? I can function like a semi-normal human.

Weight Gain, Anemia, and the Ice Cravings from Hell

I gained weight—some from the hormonal chaos, some from steroid treatments, and all of it against my will. Then the heavy periods started turning into hemorrhages, and I became severely anemic. I ended up needing iron transfusions. Anemia brought its own party favors: hair loss, constant dizziness, and an uncontrollable craving for ice. Like, I go through two 10-pound bags of Sonic ice every single week.

Normal Symptoms? Yep, Got Those Too

Joint pain? Sure, but I knocked that out with collagen peptides. Mood swings? You bet. Brain fog? Constantly walking into rooms and forgetting why. Random body aches, brittle nails, dry skin, hormonal acne, sleepless nights—you name it, I’ve probably had it.

Hot flashes, though? Strangely, I’ve never had one. That’s one thing I hope stays off my perimenopause bingo card.

Why Don’t Women Talk About This?

I spent years thinking I was losing my mind. My doctor dismissed me. My symptoms didn’t fit the neat little boxes. I joined several perimenopause Facebook groups, and finally—finally—I stopped feeling so alone. Turns out, millions of us are silently suffering because nobody wants to talk about the reality of perimenopause.

So now, I talk about it. I make sure my daughters know exactly what this phase of life can look like. I even keep a spreadsheet to track my cycles, symptoms, supplements, and mood swings. You know, like a hormonal war journal.

Will It Ever End?

The average woman spends 4–5 years in perimenopause. Some are lucky with just a year or two. And then there’s me—year 11, holding strong, breaking records, and earning gold stars in reproductive overachievement.

Maybe one day I’ll write a book about this whole chaotic journey—assuming I survive it. But for now, I’ll keep managing my symptoms, advocating for myself, and sharing my story so other women don’t feel as lost as I did.

Because if perimenopause is going to kick my ass, the least I can do is drag it into the light and give it a name.

Lisa Crow contributed to this article. She is a true crime junkie and lifestyle blogger based in Waco, Texas. Lisa is the Head of Content at Gigi’s Ramblings and Southern Bred Crime Junkie. She spends her free time traveling when she can and making memories with her large family which consists of six children and fifteen grandchildren.

What It Means to Be Okay with Stillness

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In a world that praises hustle and constant movement, stillness can feel like laziness or wasted time. But being okay with stillness isn’t about giving up—it’s about learning how to be present without needing to fill every moment.

Let’s talk about why stillness matters, what it really means, and how you can start to feel comfortable with it.

Stillness Isn’t Emptiness

Stillness isn’t the absence of productivity. It’s not doing nothing—it’s allowing your mind and body a chance to just be. That could look like sitting on the porch watching the wind blow, or lying in bed without reaching for your phone.

It’s in these quiet moments that we often hear the thoughts we’ve been drowning out. Stillness gives space for clarity, reflection, and even creativity.

Why We Resist Stillness

Many of us were raised to believe that doing more is always better. So when we sit still, we start to feel guilty. Our brains whisper things like:

  • “You should be doing something.”
  • “This is lazy.”
  • “You’re falling behind.”

But none of those things are true. They’re just the noise of a world that equates worth with busyness.

How to Start Embracing Stillness

Learning to be okay with stillness takes time. It’s a skill, just like anything else. Here’s how to ease into it:

Start Small

You don’t have to sit in silence for hours. Try taking five minutes a day to pause—no screens, no music, no multitasking. Just breathe.

Redefine Productivity

Stillness can be productive in its own way. It’s where you recover, recharge, and reconnect with yourself.

Pay Attention to What Shows Up

When you sit still, you might feel discomfort at first. Let it come. Notice it without judgment. The more you practice, the easier it gets.

The Quiet Moments Hold Power

Stillness doesn’t mean you’ve stopped growing. In fact, growth often begins in the quiet. It’s in the pause that we find strength, balance, and sometimes even answers we’ve been chasing for too long.

Being okay with stillness means giving yourself permission to rest, to listen, and to just be. Not because you earned it—but because you deserve it.

Lisa Crow contributed to this article. She is a true crime junkie and lifestyle blogger based in Waco, Texas. Lisa is the Head of Content at Gigi’s Ramblings and Southern Bred Crime Junkie. She spends her free time traveling when she can and making memories with her large family which consists of six children and fifteen grandchildren.

How I Know Someone Is My Kind of Person

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You know that feeling when you meet someone, and within five minutes you’re thinking, Yep, we could absolutely cause a little trouble together? Not in a let’s-get-arrested way—though I won’t rule that out—but in a we get each other kind of way. That, my friend, is how I know someone is my kind of person.

It’s not always obvious at first. Sometimes it sneaks up on you, like when you bond over the same childhood snack or a mutual hatred for folding laundry. But there are a few telltale signs I’ve learned to spot over the years. Let’s get into it.

They Laugh at the Same Ridiculous Stuff

If you can cackle over the same offbeat meme, sarcastic one-liner, or poorly timed dad joke—I already like you. I’m not talking about fake politeness laughter either. I mean the deep, belly-shaking kind that makes you wipe tears and say, “Stop, I can’t breathe!”

Bonus points if they can deliver a joke just as well as they can appreciate one. My kind of people know how to be both the comic and the audience.

They’re Not Scared of a Little Real Talk

Listen, I don’t have time for surface-level small talk all day. If you can go from “How’s your day?” to “Here’s what keeps me up at night” in one conversation—we’re gonna be just fine.

I like people who can shoot the breeze about reality TV one second, then flip the script and talk about their biggest fears or deepest dreams without skipping a beat. Life’s too short to fake it, and my kind of folks? They keep it real.

They Love Food Like I Do

Food is my love language. I can tell real quick if you’re my people based on how you react to a plate of nachos or always ready to make a late-night taco stand run. If you’re the type who sends pictures of what you’re eating or invites people over just because you made too much banana pudding—you’re in.

Also, if we both agree that late-night snacks hit different and there’s no such thing as “too much cheese,” you might as well go ahead and move in.

They’re Loyal Without Even Trying

I don’t need someone who’s perfect. I need someone who’s solid. If you’re the type to show up without being asked, defend your people without hesitation, and still check in just because—it’s already settled. You’re one of mine.

My kind of people don’t keep score. They give, they love, they stay—and not for attention or points. It’s just who they are. That kind of loyalty? Rare as a gas station with clean bathrooms. And when I find it, I hold on tight.

They’re Just the Right Amount of Weird

Let me tell you, boring people stress me out. If you can be weird with me—like we make up songs about the dog weird—you’re my kind of person. Life’s already hard. I want the kind of friend who sends me random voice memos, talks to plants, or names their car.

It’s the quirks that make the connection. I don’t need polished. I need genuine. And a little weirdness? That’s the secret ingredient.

They Show Up in the Little Ways

It’s not just about grand gestures. Sometimes, it’s the text that says, “Thought of you when I saw this,” or the person who always tags you in stuff because they know it’ll make you smile.

It’s remembering your favorite scent or calling you out (lovingly) when you’re being dramatic. My kind of person knows the power of small things done with a big heart.

They Let Me Be Me

This one right here might be the most important. If I can fully be myself around you—no code-switching, no eggshells, no overthinking—you’ve passed the ultimate test.

Whether I’m being loud and silly or quiet and deep, you never make me feel like I need to shrink to fit in. You see me, flaws and all, and still stick around. That’s everything.

Final Thoughts

At the end of the day, my kind of people make life easier. They bring peace, not pressure. They make me laugh when I feel like crying and remind me who I am when I forget.

They’re the ones who feel like home, even if we’ve only just met. And if you’ve got someone like that in your life—hold onto them tight. Tell them. Celebrate them. Because finding your kind of people? That’s one of the best parts of this whole messy, beautiful life.

Lisa Crow contributed to this article. She is a true crime junkie and lifestyle blogger based in Waco, Texas. Lisa is the Head of Content at Gigi’s Ramblings and Southern Bred Crime Junkie. She spends her free time traveling when she can and making memories with her large family which consists of six children and fifteen grandchildren.

Let’s Travel to Cleveland, Ohio

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Cleveland, Ohio, is a proud Midwest city perched on the shores of Lake Erie, offering a mix of culture, sports, history, and heart. Known for its deep industrial roots and musical legacy, Cleveland has redefined itself as a destination worth exploring. Whether you’re visiting museums, catching a game, or strolling the waterfront, you’ll find plenty to love in this underrated gem. So, pack your bags and head to the North Coast for a surprising and soulful getaway.

Cleveland Botanical garden

Interesting Facts

  • Rock and Roll Hall of Fame: Cleveland is the birthplace of the term “rock and roll” and home to this iconic museum that honors the genre’s greatest legends.
  • Lake Erie Views: The city sits along one of the Great Lakes, offering beaches, boating, and beautiful sunsets over the water.
  • Movie Magic: Scenes from classics like A Christmas Story and The Avengers were filmed in Cleveland. You can even visit the actual Christmas Story House.
  • Historic Market: West Side Market has been serving Cleveland since 1912 and remains one of the oldest public markets in the country.
Cleveland at night

Useful Information

  • Best Time to Visit: Late spring (May to June) and early fall (September to October) offer ideal temperatures and fewer crowds.
  • What to Wear: Pack layers, especially if you’re visiting in spring or fall. Bring comfortable shoes for exploring downtown and waterfront areas.
  • Getting Around: Cleveland’s RTA rail and bus system is reliable, but having a car can help if you’re venturing beyond downtown or the lakefront.
cleveland mall

What to Do

  • Visit the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame: Explore seven floors of exhibits showcasing rock legends, memorabilia, and interactive displays.
  • Tour the Christmas Story House: Fans of the holiday classic can walk through the actual house from the film and even stay overnight.
  • Walk Around University Circle: This neighborhood is home to several top attractions, including the Cleveland Museum of Art and the Museum of Natural History.
  • Catch a Game: Cleveland is a sports town—whether it’s the Guardians, Browns, or Cavaliers, the locals are passionate year-round.
  • Relax at Edgewater Park: This lakeside park offers trails, picnic spots, and a sandy beach—perfect for a little outdoor downtime.

Lisa Crow contributed to this article. She is a true crime junkie and lifestyle blogger based in Waco, Texas. Lisa is the Head of Content at Gigi’s Ramblings and Southern Bred True Crime Junkie. She spends her free time traveling when she can and making memories with her large family which consists of six children and fifteen grandchildren. This is the next installment in the Let’s Travel to…series, a collection of short informational articles covering some of the world’s top travel destinations.

How I Batch Summer Content Without Losing My Mind

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Summer is chaos, y’all. Between family time, BBQs, weekend trips, the grandbabies running wild, and trying to stay cool in this Texas heat—content creation can feel like herding cats. But batching content? That’s how I survive it.

If you’re a blogger, small biz owner, or just trying to keep your social feeds alive while living your life, let me show you how I batch summer content without pulling my hair out.

Why I Batch in the First Place

I don’t want to spend every sunny day hunched over my laptop. I want to be outside with the hubs, tossing something on the grill or floating in the pool with a cold drink. Batching lets me do that.

By setting aside a few focused hours each week, I can knock out blog posts, social captions, and graphics ahead of time—so the content rolls out even when I’m offline.

Step 1: I Start With a Master Plan

First thing’s first—I grab my planner and jot down every blog, post, idea, or promo I need to push during the month. This includes:

  • Blog post topics
  • Product promos or launches
  • Newsletter themes
  • Social media post ideas
  • Seasonal reminders (like swapping to fall scents!)

Then I sort everything by week and match the heavier stuff (like blog posts) with lighter tasks (like IG Stories). That way I don’t get burnt out all in one day.

Step 2: I Use Templates Like a Pro

I don’t reinvent the wheel every time. I’ve got templates for everything—from blog post layouts to Pinterest pins to Instagram captions.

For example:

  • Blog posts always follow a tried-and-true structure with headings
  • My social captions follow formats like: “Question + personal touch + call to action”
  • Pinterest graphics are all made in batches with plug-and-play designs

Templates are the secret sauce that keeps my batching quick and easy.

Step 3: I Batch by Type, Not Platform

Trying to write a blog post, edit a Reel, and design pins in one sitting is a recipe for burnout. Instead, I batch by type of task:

  • Writing Day: I write blog posts, captions, or product descriptions
  • Design Day: I make all graphics, thumbnails, and story templates
  • Scheduling Day: I load it all into platforms like Canva, Tailwind, or Meta

This keeps my brain from switching gears too often—and everything gets done faster.

Step 4: I Use the Weather to My Advantage

It’s hot in Texas. Real hot. So I plan my batching sessions during those brutal afternoon hours when I don’t want to step foot outside anyway.

I’ll turn on a documentary, pour a tall glass of ice water, and knock out two to three hours of content work while everyone else is napping or hiding from the heat. Come evening, I’m free to enjoy the cooler air and my family.

Step 5: I Give Myself Grace (and Wiggle Room)

Let’s be real—life happens. A kid needs help, the dog throws up, or I just need a dang break. I always leave open space in my calendar for catch-up or extra ideas that pop up.

If I don’t get everything batched perfectly? That’s fine. The world won’t end if I skip a post here and there. I’d rather be consistent most of the time than burnt out all the time.

Final Thoughts

Summer should be for making memories—not stressing over your next post. Batching lets me keep my content flowing while still living my life, enjoying my family, and maybe even catching a little tan along the way.

If you’ve never tried batching, give it a go. It takes a little planning, but once you get your groove? It’s a total game-changer.

Let me know if you want to see my favorite templates or how I schedule out a full week in under an hour. I’ll spill it all!

Lisa Crow contributed to this article. She is a true crime junkie and lifestyle blogger based in Waco, Texas. Lisa is the Head of Content at Gigi’s Ramblings and Southern Bred Crime Junkie. She spends her free time traveling when she can and making memories with her large family which consists of six children and fifteen grandchildren.

Let’s Travel to Seattle, Washington

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Seattle, Washington, is a vibrant coastal city nestled between Puget Sound and the Cascade Mountains. Known for its iconic skyline, rich cultural scene, and natural beauty, Seattle offers a unique blend of urban energy and outdoor adventure. Whether you’re catching views from the Space Needle, exploring local markets, or soaking up misty mountain vibes, this Pacific Northwest gem is sure to impress. So, grab your umbrella and your sense of adventure—Seattle is calling.

Seattle market

Interesting Facts

  • Space Needle: Built for the 1962 World’s Fair, this 605-foot tower is one of the most recognizable landmarks in the United States.
  • Coffee Capital: Seattle is the birthplace of Starbucks and home to more coffee shops per capita than almost any U.S. city.
  • Tech Hub: Major companies like Amazon and Microsoft have headquarters in the Seattle metro area, making it one of the nation’s top tech cities.
  • Puget Sound: This beautiful body of water surrounds the city and offers whale-watching, ferry rides, and unbeatable waterfront views.
sculpture park seattle

Useful Information

  • Best Time to Visit: Summer (June to September) is the sunniest season with comfortable temperatures and packed event calendars.
  • What to Wear: Layers are key in Seattle. Bring a waterproof jacket, sturdy shoes, and clothes you can peel off or add on throughout the day.
  • Getting Around: Seattle has a great public transit system including light rail, buses, and ferries. Walking is easy in many neighborhoods, but hilly in some spots.
Lume field

Image by Art Bromage from Pixabay

What to Do

  • Visit the Space Needle: Ride to the top for 360-degree views of the city, Puget Sound, and nearby Mount Rainier on a clear day.
  • Explore Pike Place Market: One of the oldest public markets in the U.S., it’s famous for flying fish, fresh flowers, local eats, and handmade goods.
  • Discover Chihuly Garden and Glass: Located near the Space Needle, this museum showcases stunning glasswork from artist Dale Chihuly.
  • Take a Ferry Ride: Hop on a Washington State Ferry for a relaxing and scenic trip across Puget Sound to Bainbridge Island or Bremerton.
  • Tour the Museum of Pop Culture: Dive into music, film, sci-fi, and gaming exhibits in this one-of-a-kind museum designed by Frank Gehry.

Related: Let’s Travel to Pittsburgh

Lisa Crow contributed to this article. She is a true crime junkie and lifestyle blogger based in Waco, Texas. Lisa is the Head of Content at Gigi’s Ramblings and Southern Bred True Crime Junkie. She spends her free time traveling when she can and making memories with her large family which consists of six children and fifteen grandchildren. This is the next installment in the Let’s Travel to…series, a collection of short informational articles covering some of the world’s top travel destinations.

The Worst Room in My House and Why It Stays That Way

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A Room Full of Chaos—and Dreams

I know folks like to assume the kitchen is the heart of the home. But in my house? The chaos lives in the craft room. And when I say “worst room,” I don’t mean it’s ugly or unloved—I mean it’s a beautiful, overwhelming mess that somehow rules my entire life.

Welcome to My Craft Cave

This ain’t your average craft nook. Oh no, honey—this is the headquarters of Mama Crow’s. It’s where I make every single wax melt y’all love so much. It’s got zones. Like, legit stations:

A melting station for my wax melter
A pour station to get those blends just right
A packing station to label, wrap, and box it all up
And let’s not forget the shelves stacked with molds, fragrance oils, bags, and every kind of supply you can think of

More Than Wax—It’s a One-Woman Workshop

And as if that wasn’t enough? This room also houses my:

Oh—and this is also where I record TikToks and photograph product shots. So yeah. If you ever wondered where the magic happens, it’s right here… buried under a pile of glitter and half-labeled shipping envelopes.

Why It Stays That Way

I’ve tried organizing it. I’ve bought the bins. I’ve labeled drawers. I even had a vision board moment where I thought I’d turn it into a Pinterest-worthy dream space. But between restocks, custom orders, content creation, and trying to remember if I already bought more pipettes (I did), it just never quite gets there.

The truth is, this room works hard. And because I work hard, this room ends up looking like a tornado of productivity on most days. Clean it all up? Sure. But by tomorrow, it’ll look like I never touched it.

And Honestly? I Kinda Love It

Do I cringe a little when I walk in and trip over a roll of shrink wrap? Yep. Do I dream of a giant, open studio with perfect lighting and fancy storage drawers? Of course. But this room is proof of everything I’ve built.

It’s not just the worst room. It’s the most real room. It holds my mess, my creativity, and every idea I’ve brought to life (even the weird ones I probably shouldn’t have tried to mold in the first place).

So Don’t Judge the Mess

Next time you see one of my wax melts, just know it came from a place that’s equal parts organized chaos and creative heart. And if you’ve got a room that looks more “lived in” than lovely? You’re in good company.

Tell me—what’s your worst room and why? Let’s make peace with the mess and celebrate the magic it hides.

Lisa Crow contributed to this article. She is a true crime junkie and lifestyle blogger based in Waco, Texas. Lisa is the Head of Content at Gigi’s Ramblings and Southern Bred Crime Junkie. She spends her free time traveling when she can and making memories with her large family which consists of six children and fifteen grandchildren.

How to Camp Without Losing Your Everlovin’ Mind

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Let’s Be Honest About Camping
Camping sounds real cute until you’re sweating through your drawers, swatting at a wasp the size of a toddler, and arguing over how to start a fire. It’s supposed to be peaceful, but sometimes it feels like Mother Nature is personally trying to ruin your weekend. Don’t worry—I got your back. Here’s how to enjoy camping without crying in a tent.

Pick a Campsite That Won’t Test Your Faith
Not all campsites are created equal. If you’re new to the outdoor life, skip the deep-woods survival experience. Go somewhere with actual bathrooms, maybe even a picnic table and a little store nearby for “emergencies” (like when your lighter won’t light and you need a s’mores fix). Check reviews, look at photos, and don’t be afraid to ask other campers what they recommend.

Pack Like You’ve Got Some Sense
No, you don’t need twelve pairs of leggings or your air fryer, but you do need the basics. Make a checklist and stick to it:

  • Bug spray (the real deal, not that gentle “herbal” mist)
  • Flashlights and backup batteries
  • First-aid kit (because someone will get a blister, scrape or cut)
  • Wet wipes (God’s gift to campers)
  • Extra snacks (hangry campers are dangerous)
    And for the love of all things good, pack layers. The woods don’t care about your weather app.

Don’t Try to Be a Wilderness Chef
You are not filming a survival cooking show. Keep meals simple—think foil packet dinners, hot dogs on a stick, or even cold sandwiches. Want to impress someone? Toast a marshmallow to golden perfection. That’s all it takes. Anything more and you’re just inviting stress and raccoons.

Set Up Camp Before Sundown
This ain’t a horror movie. Set up your tent while there’s still light in the sky. Nothing tests a relationship like trying to assemble a tent in the dark while your headlamp keeps blinding the other person. Give yourself a buffer. You’ll thank yourself when you’re chillin’ by the fire instead of hollering, “Where’s the dang pole?!”

Accept That Nature is…Well, Nature
You’re gonna get dirty. You might get rained on. Something will go wrong. But if you go in with a sense of humor and low expectations, you’ll have a way better time. Think of every mishap as a story you can laugh about later—or post about once your phone gets service again.

Make Peace With Bugs, Sorta
Listen, you’re in their house. But that doesn’t mean you have to invite them into your sleeping bag. Zip up the tent. Shake out your shoes. Burn sage if you have to. Just don’t spend the whole trip screaming every time something with wings buzzes by. Campers who panic over bugs are the reason other campers drink.

Plan for Fun, But Don’t Overdo It
You don’t need an itinerary packed tighter than a Walmart parking lot on a Friday night. Go for a hike, maybe play cards, and definitely roast some marshmallows. Leave room for naps in a hammock or sittin’ by the fire doing absolutely nothing. That’s where the real magic happens.

Know When to Call It
If the weather turns ugly, your tent leaks, or someone’s allergic to everything, it’s okay to pack up and head home early. Camping is supposed to be fun, not a test of survival. There’s no shame in admitting you’ve had enough. Grab a shower, crank the AC, and try again another time.

Final Thought: You Can Do This (Probably)
Camping doesn’t have to make you question all your life choices. With a little preparation and a whole lotta patience, it can actually be pretty amazing. And if nothing else, you’ll get a story out of it—and maybe a mosquito bite in the shape of Texas.

Lisa Crow contributed to this article. She is a true crime junkie and lifestyle blogger based in Waco, Texas. Lisa is the Head of Content at Gigi’s Ramblings and Southern Bred Crime Junkie. She spends her free time traveling when she can and making memories with her large family which consists of six children and fifteen grandchildren.