Ramblings Of YKB

When the Water Came: Heartbreak, Mud, and the Unreasonable Amount of Hope Left Behind There are easier ways to redecorate a family property. Paint is relatively affordable, new curtains can transform a room, and maybe you rearrange some furniture, plant a few flowers, or pressure-wash the deck. Having an entire building ripped apart by floodwater and scattered for more than a mile down a country…

Life is funny. Not “falling-off-a-chair laughing” funny. More like “how in the world did we end up here?” funny. First things first—yes, the blog name changed. Again. Before anyone rolls their eyes, I think this one is sticking. Why? Because Niche-less pretty much wraps up every title that came before it. Bypassing Heartache. Wolftracks. Now Niche-less. It all makes sense when you look at the…

Does anyone else feel like they’re locked in a weekly battle with their scale? Because that’s exactly what it feels like to me. Now, technically, I shouldn’t care what the number on the scale says. Or at least I wouldn’t care if I actually felt comfortable in my own body. But news flash—I don’t. So yes, I very much care what the fucking scale screams back at me every morning. When I weighed…

Well, hello there, friends and devoted readers! It’s been forever since I last spilled my guts on this blog—not because I didn’t have stories to tell or the itch to write, but because life’s been a full-on circus, and I’ve been juggling flaming torches. The last time I sat down to scribble was right after our sun-drenched family trip to the Dominican Republic and the Bahamas back in early…

Another trip on the books, and here come the questions, right on cue: “You’re jetting off again?” “How do you swing all this travel?” “Spill the beans—what’s your trick for funding these adventures?” I get it, the curiosity’s real. I’m out here hopping planes three, maybe four times a year, with each getaway plotted out a good twelve to eighteen months ahead. But let’s clear the air: there’s no…

Consistency is a relentless little gremlin, isn’t it? And no, I’m not talking about my ironclad commitment to my daily fiber fix (though, shoutout to my digestive system for keeping up with the joys of aging—oatmeal is my unsung hero). I’m talking about sticking to the gospel I preach on this blog: prioritizing my life, my goals, and keeping my sh*t together. But let’s be real—I’ve been slipping.…

Can you believe it’s almost the end of July? We’re over halfway through 2025, and I’m still trying to figure out where the year went. In a week, Moo, the kids, and I are hopping on a cruise—our biggest family trip yet. We’re buzzing with excitement, but let’s be real, coordinating this many people feels like herding cats in a thunderstorm. I’m back at work, grinding away, but still manifesting a…

I’ve been yammering on lately about my wrestling match with faith, spirituality, and the whole “higher power” deal. Here’s the gist: if you ask the universe—or whatever deity you vibe with—for a miracle, you’ll get one. Just don’t expect it to be a PowerPoint presentation with step-by-step instructions. Pray for a million bucks? You won’t find a suitcase of cash on your doorstep. Instead, you…

Back in 2018, Rachel Hollis dropped Girl, Wash Your Face, and I, in my infinite wisdom, decided to pick it up this year because I was tired of doom-scrolling my life away. Yeah, I’m seven years late to the party—sue me. But holy shit, what a wake-up call. Reading Rachel’s raw, no-BS take on life was like meeting a spirit animal who gets it. It’s not just the chaos of juggling marriage, kids, and…

Faith. It’s this intangible force, elusive as a whisper in a storm, impossible to pin down or measure. You can’t see it, can’t hold it in your hands, can’t taste its essence on your tongue. Yet, it lives in you—deep in your heart, woven into your soul, pulsing through your very being. It’s the quiet hum that keeps you moving forward when the world feels like it’s crumbling. Without faith, what…

Alright, let’s get real—blow jobs. Yep, I said it, and if you’re reading this, you’re already intrigued, so buckle up, ladies. I’m no sexpert, but when it comes to the art of fellatio, I’m damn near acing it with a solid 90-something score. For years, I couldn’t even attempt the oral deed thanks to a jaw injury from my 20s that left my mouth more locked than a bank vault. But then, in my fabulous…

So, I’m scrolling X like a mindless drone when I spot this post where some brave soul asked ChatGPT, “You deal with millions of humans daily—what advice do you wish we’d actually fucking listen to?” ChatGPT, allegedly, didn’t hold back, roasting us for our phone addiction. Its exact words? “Your phone is making you miserable. Sure, it connects you, but it also jacks your time, your focus, your…

I’m married, but I still like to wear dresses. I still like doing my makeup.I still like taking pictures of myself when I feel good.I still like putting effort into my appearance. And luckily, I’m married to a man who doesn’t feel threatened by any of that. He doesn’t side-eye me when I put on the red dress.He doesn’t joke that I’m “overdoing it.”He doesn’t ask who I’m trying to impress. He…