New Life

It’s been a very long time since I’ve written on this dang blog. UNACCEPTABLE! In my defense, I’ve actually written many times. I just haven’t published anything because of stupid excuses that got in my way. Sure, there were times I’d get stumped and then I’d get writer’s block, but then I’d abandon the entire post and probably just eat some cheetos. (They’re so delicious and awful for me, I know.) I don’t know why today was any different, though. I just had a moment of creativity and had to message my friend who keeps this blog up and running for me because I couldn’t even remember my username and password. LOSER! Luckily, my friend is awesome and here I am writing now. I never said any of this would be good, though, so keep your expectations low. I just know I need to write more. And my life has changed SO MUCH since the last time I wrote anything here. I think the last time I posted anything was when I was complaining about my voice being shot. Well, lucky for all of you guys, my voice is back and better than ever. Now I get to deal with … Continued

One week down

*insert obligatory sentence about how I don’t write often enough*   Whew, now that’s out of the way, let’s get down to more about me. So I got sick with a cold back in June.  I was determined that it was a sinus infection and I saw three separate doctors who all told me, “It’s just a cold.”  What the heck do they know?  I just wanted to get an antibiotic shot, but the only thing they’d shoot me up with was steroids, which barely made me feel better. The worst part of all of this was that I lost my voice in the process.   Now I’m sure not everyone would agree this is a bad thing, but I even had a manager say that I “sounded like a muppet” so I knew this wasn’t a good thing. I was in the middle of doing the craziest amount of trainings for a new product launch and I just couldn’t call out sick. It was the biggest launch we’ve ever done and people were counting on me.  I wasn’t too alarmed, though, because I usually end up losing my voice at least once a year, but for some reason this … Continued

The Two Things

    So I’ve been single now for over 3+ years.  I was with my ex-boyfriend for 3 1/2 years when I finally had an epiphany that we weren’t ever going to move forward in our relationship.  It’s not that I didn’t want to.  Lord knows my friends heard me talk about the same things over and over again.  I REALLY wanted to move forward, but he didn’t.  There were many reasons on his part, but basically it was because he was a commitment-phobe. So after I ended it, I immediately jumped into a VERY short-term relationship with a complete idiot that I grew up with.  I knew it wasn’t going to work, but he said all the things that I wished my ex-boyfriend would have said.  He was pretty quiet, though, on Christmas Day when his dad got drunk and couldn’t stop hitting on me even though his wife was just a few feet away.  She eventually lost her shit, rightly so, and then I REALLY knew that things needed to end.  His aunt came up to me and said that I looked just like my boyfriend’s mom when she was younger, so that’s probably why his dad was … Continued

Over already?

So I started this blog in 2013 with the hopes that I could have a place to share more than what I do on Facebook and other social medias. I also hoped that I would be able to become a better writer by writing on a more regular basis. Practice makes progress, right? Well, I suck. I wrote a handful of times and then didn’t make this a priority anymore. So while I feel badly about that, let me catch you up on my amazing life. The first six months of 2013 weren’t what I was hoping for.  Of course I had plenty of good moments, but there was a dark cloud that seemed to loom over my head.  Then I had a co-worker who reached out to me and subsequently improved my life substantially.  All she did was care about my well-being.  I will never forget what she did for me, and I will forever hold her in very high regard.  Slowly, but surely, things started to improve in my life and the cloud got smaller. I joked around that I must have fallen and bumped my head, but from March to May (I think) I decided to try … Continued

Social Media Conundrums

    So I recently noticed that my social media outlets are all completely different.  Don’t judge me; just keep reading.   I probably spend the most time on Facebook.  I have too many friends on there, but since it’s so out of hand, I’m not going to spend an entire day going through each person to see what value they bring to my life.  I’d rather just unfriend the annoying ones when they bother me.   My friends on Facebook are from all walks of life.  I have a lot of childhood friends, and a lot of them make me happy that we’re still friends as adults.  A handful of them make me question if we had the same fundamental education, and most of them have completely different political views than I do, but I know they’re good people.   I also have a ton of friends on Facebook that I met through my career.  They are all incredible people that I truly love and admire, and some of them are even like family to me.  Speaking of family, I have some of them on Facebook, too.  It’s not as bad as it sounds.   And then I have … Continued

The Piler

    Happy President’s Day!!   And now that the pleasantries are out of the way, I have something to admit.  I’m a piler.  I know that’s not a real word, but I’m going to make it one.  Actually, my ex-boyfriend is the one that made it up to describe me.  What’s a piler, you say??  Well, it’s someone that likes piles, but let me clarify.  I don’t actually like piles.  It’s just what I do.   So I have the day off today.  I really have no idea why they gave us the day off, but I’m not going to complain.  I mean, I know it’s President’s Day and some people get that day off, but I don’t know why I technically have the day off.  Okay, I’m done trying to explain myself on that one.   Anyways, so on my day off, I decided to spend it organizing my place.  I’m pretty freaking proud of myself, but I’m not even going to tackle my closets.  I need a couple of days for those bad boys, so I just worked on the piles I had accumulated in my living room.   I have a desk in my living room because … Continued

The Worry Wart

    Yet again, I can’t seem to write this dang blog on a consistent basis.  There’s a blog that I read called The Daily Love, and the writer, Mastin, basically bitch slapped me this morning.  I realize he doesn’t know me, but there’s a part of me that loves and hates it when his message hits home.  Basically, today he wrote about how he writes every day whether he’s in the mood or not.  After all, he did name the blog The DAILY Love.  Thankfully, I didn’t name my blog with time constrictions or else I’d really be screwed, but I do realize that in order to really challenge myself and do what I set out to do, I should probably write on a more consistent basis.   So most of my excuses for not writing enough is because I’ve been so busy with work.  I love my job and am very passionate about what I do, but it sure does keep my brain busy.  Even last night I had a dream that I was selling a fragrance called Cancer.  I was in the aisle of a department store saying, “Have you tried Cancer?” Even in my head I … Continued

The Sentence

  Again, my apologies for not writing over the past two weeks.  I’ve been swamped with work, dancing, and an uninvited cold.  But now I’m back to let you know I can really shake ’em down.  (Two points to anyone who started singing.)   Okay, so I’ve been thinking about which story I should share.  Several of my closest friends have heard this story, but it’s definitely a story that’s worthy of sharing with the masses.   Back in 2010-2011, I worked at a medspa.  It was the first time that I had veered from cosmetics for many years, and it was an incredible learning experience.  I worked with an amazing group of women that made a stressful job so much freaking fun.  We did a lot of different services there, but probably the most popular was laser hair removal.  On my second day, one of the aestheticians lasered my underarms so I could know what it felt like. And It felt like someone was raking a hot needle across my skin, so needless to say, it wasn’t very pleasant.  What I did love was the results, though.  Apparently I’m a prime candidate because I’m pasty white and my hair … Continued

The Whole Finger

  Uhhh….remember how I just said last week that I was going to try to write every day?  I don’t either. Sorry!  This little bit has been a busy bee this week.  (Say that five times fast!) So I’m feeling a little sassy and I feel like I should share the story on The Whole Finger. It’s probably not what you think, unless you’ve heard me tell this story before.   My mom’s name is Lydia and she’s from Puerto Rico.  In fact, she’s in Puerto Rico right now.  Anyways, I know you’re probably thinking that I don’t look Puerto Rican, and you’re probably right.  Lydia always said that the only thing hispanic about me were my lips and my hips, and the rest of me was all whitey.  Good old dad.   So being that my mom isn’t exactly from the states, she has a unique perspective on just about everything.  I’ll probably share a lot of Lydia stories simply because my mother is awesome, hilarious, and really great to make fun of.   When I was in high school, I learned a very obscene gesture.  Actually, I probably learned it way before high school, but I feel like … Continued

Five More Years

I’ll start this out by saying that even though I was raised Catholic in a small town in Texas, I don’t consider myself religious.  A lot of times I even call myself a recovering Catholic.  I’d like to think I’m more spiritual and I try to live my life by the Golden Rule, and I’m happy with the relationship I have with God.   Without getting all churchy and serious, I firmly believe that it’s important about what we say out loud.  What happens in our brain sometimes happens without any control.  For example, I have a tendency to think of the most inappropriate thing I could scream in a grocery story, but I never do it.  My brain is just weird like that.  Maybe one of these days I’ll figure out controlling all of my weird thoughts, but step one was for me to start being very careful about what I say.  I’m a powerful woman. you see.  No, I can’t lift heavy objects with ease, but I have learned that I have to be aware of what I say.   I first learned that I was a “powerful woman” when I was 23.  I was working at a … Continued