PrttySweet Distractions

It's spicy season, pumpkin season, pre-spooky season. The weather is beginning to cool and leaves are starting to turn. Do we love it, hate it, take it or leave it? Everyone's invited to tell their stories with sugar and spice and everything nice. 

Come mosey down to the Hollar for a night of mischief, moonshine, and laughter. A true Red Neck's paradise where the beer is cold, the music is loud, and we ain't saying sorry. 

Slick talkers, sharp dressers, all the modern conveniences within reach. Keeping up with Jones' holds hands with urban decay. Always something to do in a NY minute. Do bright lights, big city vibes call to you?

Hell is frozen over, and on the ice skating rink of the Devil's Pond, you ponder how the hell you got here. Are you worried, frightened, or don't give a damn? " Tell us how the phrase 'When Hell Freezes Over' changes your day.

People often think they are doing what's best for you. Unfortunately, it can make things worse and your journey gets longer. Whether it's unsolicited "help" at work or someone just thinking they know you better than they do, all too often, the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.

Summer loving is a whirlwind of swamp ass and romance. With long days a magical nights that spark connection, summer is the season for adventures.

I'm not crazy; you're crazy. Since crazy is subjective, we really all have our moments. Whether we are misconstrued or pushed to the edge of sanity, we have all been off our game at some point. In a world where we can still feel invisible surrounded by people, we could all use someone to talk to. These days, there's an app for that. Crazy or not, sometimes, everybody needs a shrink. 

Back to school for all those kids that kept you on your toes all summer. Time to breathe and take a moment for yourself, or is it? Between helping with homework assignments, making cookies for the class and all those extra after school expectations, can you enjoy the solitude of your own company?

On any given day, people surprise us, whether it's with kindness, rudeness, intelligence, or stupidity. However, it's the stupidity, often wrapped in entitlement, that permeates deep and Dances on that last nerve. They always seem to blame everyone else for their thoughtlessness or mistakes. The bottom line is, it's not my fault you're stupid

When someone touches your life in a very real way, no matter how small...it lingers. We may not even notice at the time but years later those emotional echoes surface as they cross our minds