10 of Sheena’s most humiliating moments also known as why I see a therapist
This list is just the beginning of many, but I can pen you ten things right now that could very well save your marriage and raise your self esteem. Yes friends, when you mentally digest and then violently hurl what stories I’m about to share with you, you’ll probably try to send me flowers. But don’t do that. Instead, pass this blog around so someone will buy my book. That’s my only requested form of pity. But I always will accept Chili’s gift cards. That there’s fancy eatin’s from whereabouts I came.So let’s get started on the ten things I can randomly generate in my mindtank. 10 – When I was about 13, we had lots of inbred uncared for dogs. I can’t even tell you how many, since my diddy thought a vet was ONLY a war hero. Probably 15? I fell while trying to play basketball alone in my front yard. The same front yard with discarded trash, spare tires, and random logs of firewood. I somehow fell onto my arm and acquired a small hairline fracture. Unfortunately, they put my arm in a splint. The next day, I waited at dawn for the bus since my [...]






Sheena is the name my mom gave me when she heard Sheena Easton's "Morning Train" in 1981. My dad could never say it or remember it, so my sister still calls me "Sheiler" because that's what he called me. I write, I sing, I paint, and more importantly, I'm good at making people laugh. This blog was started in hopes to find the twisted readers who would love what I do, and share with others.