Thursday, November 16, 2017

Only 39 Days Until Christmas. But Who's Counting?

I would say I am literally failing at this blog challenge, except that I am still on track to have covered all 30 topics in 30 days - I just technically am also covering multiple topics each day...because there have definitely been some days this month where I just do not have time to sit down and write a post.

And also a day or two where I was totally uninspired and had nothing of relevance to say.

Mostly it has been the latter.


Day 14: One thing you're excited for
Day 15: Your family
Day 16: Something you're nervous about

The past few years, I have lacked in holiday excitement. Just not feeling it. Things with my family were not great and therefore a lot of my beloved traditions were changing - or not happening in any capacity. I was learning how to live alone and navigate budgeting myself to live and eat while paying $1100 a month in Portland area rents, so the added holiday expenses were stressful, and I just struggled to get into the holiday mindset.

This year I have made a true conscious effort to find that excitement I have been missing. It started with a shopping trip to Home Goods with my best friend, in which I was forced to purchase Christmas cat hand towels.

It's the little things sometimes.

I am looking forward to both Thanksgiving and Christmas this year. One could say I was almost even excited about it.


My (Stacey) Family Thanksgiving is early in the day next Thursday, and I am certainly excited for that; we only have that every other year, and I miss it every "off" year. It's such chaos - loud, a million people, tons of kids running around, loud crazy Bingo games with terrible prizes. It's a few hours where my whole family is together, laughing and enjoying each other's company. I love it, it's my favorite holiday tradition.

I am also spending Thanksgiving afternoon/evening with my best friend and her family, which I love and have done for a few years now - long enough that I am actually assigned to the food list this year. With it this year comes a new level of excitement, and also some nerves. It's not at Rachel's house, where it always is, but instead at her in-law's house - for some reason, this is making me a little nervous. I like familiarity in my life; I like to know where I am and where I'm going. I'm also just a little nervous about the recent changes in my dynamic in this family, and how that will play out over the course of a holiday.

But I am embracing it. All of it, in fact.

Nervous doesn't mean bad; I have definitely learned this lesson recently - nervous is not a bad thing. Nerves simply mean I'm feeling my genuine feelings. Nervous because I'm happy, nervous because things are different, nervous because I'm nervous.


I'm also actually, for the first time in several years, feeling a bit excited about Christmas. I have even started my Christmas shopping - the last few years I've been all Amazon-at-the-last-possible-second. I helped my mom get out all of her Santa collection last week, and she gave me a tote full of them - and I have every intention of actually getting a baby tree and decorating my apartment.

WHAT?!?!

I know. Seriously though.

I don't know yet what this Christmas will look like for me or how exactly it'll play out. I do know that Stacey Christmas is the Sunday before, and it's one of my favorite days even when I'm not in the Christmas mood. I know that I will see my grandma at some point during the day, whether that be at church or at my aunt's house, or even both - who really knows. I know I'll eat bacon and eggs for breakfast at my mom and dad's, and then we'll do Santa presents. I don't know what else I'll do, but I'm feeling good about it either way.




Monday, November 13, 2017

Dancing Through the Morning

Day 12: Your morning routine
Day 13: Put your music player on shuffle and write the first three songs that play


I turn my music on in the morning as soon as I finish hitting snooze four times and drag my ass out of bed. I set the phone on the bathroom counter, select shuffle - or sometimes a specific album if I happen to know what I'm in the mood for at the ass crack of dawn, which I generally do not, and let it play as I wipe sleep from my eyes and start my day. 

It should be noted that I spend more time in the morning trying to convince myself I can go one more day without washing my hair, than I do doing the rest of my "routine" combined.

I hate to wash my hair.

No, I don't hate to wash it. I hate all of the steps that follow the washing. If I wash my hair in the morning, it requires that I get up a full 45 minutes earlier than if I don't - because then I have to drown myself in detangler, comb through a million knots, decide if I want to go curly or straight, select appropriate product based on that decision, use said product, and then blow dry and/or flat iron. It's a lot of work! 

And I'd just as soon just have dirty hair and do nothing but spray some dry shampoo.


I like routine, and I don't like to stray too far from it. It's always when I start dating someone or stay at other people's houses that I realize how much I dislike straying from routine. My morning routine is definitely one of those routines I don't like to stray far from. I do my morning in a specific order:

* Feed the cat before she chews a hole in my phone charger and electrocutes herself and burns down my apartment. Juno lets me know I need to get up and feed her by chewing on the phone or laptop charger. She's insane.
* Open the blinds
* Remember how badly I have to pee
* Pee
* Brush my chompers. I cannot stand the taste of dirty teeth or morning breath. Also I think people who brush their teeth in the shower are likely serial killers.
* Shower. I also shower in a certain order - wash my face first, then shave and wash myself...and if I absolutely cannot convince myself my week-old unwashed hair is clean, I was and condition my hair first.
* Get out of the shower, get dry and use all those girly products like deodorant and perfume and coconut oil, plus all the face stuff that keeps my skin baby soft.
* Sit on the bedroom floor in my towel and do my makeup. And yes, I also do my makeup in a specific order. IAMSOWEIRD.
* Do my hair. Either by way of all of those insane and time consuming clean-hair steps, or by spritzing dry shampoo and running a flat iron through the ends (usually the latter).
* Get dressed (more commonly known as standing in my underwear debating between leggings & boots or slacks & flats).
* Try to coax Juno out from under the bed, where she hides whenever she sees me getting ready - she either hates my obsessive routine, or she thinks I'm going to make her get a job and go to work. Talk to her in baby cat talk, give up on getting her out from under the bed, spend 10 minutes searching for my keys, forget my lunch in the fridge, and head to work.


I continue to listen to music all day at work, and when I put my phone on shuffle to write this post, these are the first three songs that played. 

1. Bulletproof Weeks - Matt Nathanson
I have so much Matt Nathanson on my iPhone that it is only logical the first song would be one of his. Every. Single. Time. I am, after all, a Matt Nathanson groupie.


2. All My Life - KC and JoJo
This makes sense. I like to kick it old school. 

3. Hallelujah - Pentatonix
This makes sense too. I love this song - no matter who sings it, I love (and have on my phone) practically every version ever played. And my phone must know I am working on locating my holiday spirit. 




Saturday, November 11, 2017

I Like My Potatoes in Vodka Form

I find that I do much better at blogging if I write first thing in the morning, and I totally fail on the weekends. I now owe my blog partner, Mary, Day 9, Day 10, and Day 11.

Dammit! 

I'm going to attempt to combine these three topics into one post, and hope that it doesn't end up a a jumbled hot mess:

Day 9: A family member you dislike
Day 10: Something you miss
Day 11: Your feelings on ageism

Ready, set...here we go. 


Until recently, I was taking my grandma to church two Sundays a month. I would pick her up in Vancouver, and we'd take 45 minutes to drive south on 205, to St. Johns in Milwaukie, where she has always gone to Sunday mass. We would spend the 30 minutes before mass started at the front door, greeting all of her friends, and then we'd sit in the same pew each week. After church, we would either have donuts and coffee with her friends, or we'd stop by to visit my parents, and then I would take her back home. 

While I do not miss getting up early on Sunday mornings to go to church, I do miss spending those hours with my grandma twice a month. I loved the car rides back and forth from Vancouver to Milwaukie because I could always get her to talk about my grandpa - where and how they met, how she always got out of bed to make him dinner when he worked late, the way their 9 kids drove him crazy and she let him hide outside from them to have a cigarette. She was most alert on our way into Milwaukie - she would comment on my driving, or the landscape, always pointing out how many cars were on the road and how many more houses there were these days.

As I write this, I realize I am speaking in past tense, and the logical reader would have to assume that I quit taking my grandma to church because she passed away. But that isn't the case. Instead, after an argument with my aunt (her daughter), my aunt told me I was no longer allowed to come to the house to pick up my grandma. I was also told that my grandma has never loved me, and that pretending to care about me was exhausting her.

Uh huh. That happened. 


I think the entire situation is heartbreaking and sad, but the saddest part may just be the way that these people are holding my grandma hostage, not allowing certain people to visit her, feeding her elderly mind full of horse shit about why we aren't around. My grandma is 89 - her memory and alertness is slipping, and sometimes she doesn't know who we are. But I would hope that in this vulnerable, almost child-like state, that the family - even though we hate each other - would be able to put everything aside to care for her and put her first. 

But apparently we cannot do that. 

My grandma is an elderly woman who can no longer make decisions for herself, and can no longer make her own choice to get in the car and drive somewhere. And sadly, the people in charge of getting her places, providing her a safe place to live, are three people who hate me and won't allow me anywhere near her. I think that's a sad and disturbing abuse of power, quite frankly. And so yesterday, I took a little bit of that power back. We were all at a funeral, and my grandma was seated at a table with my aunts. They got up to get her a plate of food for lunch, and I seized my moment - mind you, I've gone from seeing my grandma every other Sunday, to having not seen her in six months. I all but leaped from my own seat at a table across the room to sit down in the chair next to her while she was momentarily unsupervised (the previous hour, she'd been flanked on either side by one of these bitches, like she needed a body guard from her own family. I sat down and then so did my mom and dad, and we sat with her for the rest of the afternoon, eating lunch, laughing and talking. No one else approached the table even once. I made my power move, because despite the vile garbage they will sling in an email, these women are actually chicken shit bitches when faced with potential confrontation. They won't dare come near me, even to join their own mother for lunch.

I let go of wanting a relationship with any of these people a long time ago, but I will admit that they got to me when they cut off my tie to my grandma. I love my grandma; I remember countless things about being in her house as a kid, playing with my cousins while she pumped us full of ice cream. I have memories of her clothes, her Christmas aprons (which she gave me recently and I have hanging on a hook in my own kitchen, by the way - a clear sign she doesn't love me), her baking dishes. She used to babysit me every Wednesday evening, and she made potatoes a different way every week (I hate potatoes), and she would say, oh just try them, maybe you'll like them this way. I also remember calling her a few years back to tell her a joke that I finally found a way I did like potatoes - in vodka. I miss getting to see her and hang out with her, enjoying her on holidays, spending three hours with her on Sundays. 


And I very much dislike the three women in my family who have taken that away from me. For their own selfish and disgusting reasons, they are holding me from my own grandma in what are likely her final years of life. I dislike them for the things they have said about me, about my mom, for the things they believe in their own minds to be true. I dislike that they will read this post because they stalk me on the internet, and that they will probably twist it in a way that makes me the bad guy - though after you tell your niece her grandma doesn't love her, I don't think you get to come back from that. 



Wednesday, November 8, 2017

My Tattoo Means I Like Tattoos


Day Eight: What tattoos do you have, and do they have meaning?


I am definitely not one to think that all tattoos must have significant meaning - I mean, I think it's totally fine if the meaning behind a piece of work on your body is, I was kinda bored and this was really pretty. I love tattoos. I really love beautiful, well-done tattoos. And yes, I love the ones that are meaningful - I just don't think it's a requirement.

I have a lot of ink in my skin, so I suppose this blog post may get a little lengthy...I suppose I shall start from the ground up.

1. On the inside of my left ankle, I have a Juno Cat tattoo. This one, of course, has meaning. Everyone in my life knows how important Juno is, and the fact that I believe with my whole heart that my Grandma Stacey sent her to me to rescue me from my horrible relationship - yes I know that sounds insane, and yes, I do actually believe it. Ironically, although it is one of my smallest tattoos that only took 45 minutes to get, it's by far my favorite. Travis (my amazing tattoo artist) did such a great job capturing her round belly and extra long whiskers - somehow even though it's basically just an outline, it looks just like her.


2. On my right calf, I have a rose and sparrow - this is the first tattoo Travis did for me, and is a cover up of a terribly done crescent moon and shooting star. The terribly done tattoo did have meaning - I got it when a friend died - but I think the fact that it was so hideous, makes covering it up forgivable. Plus, it's still there. Something pretty just happens to be on top of it now.

3. On my right hip, I have the words carpe diem in bold, black, not-great-looking script. I got it in New York City, while on vacation with Jenny in 2008. It's not a good tattoo. In fact it's a pretty bad tattoo. But it definitely reminds me of a really fun trip I took to the east coast with my best friend. The most vivid memory of getting the tattoo itself was that Jenny snapped a photo and the artist literally yelled at her (not a great sign). It's not one I can cover up since it's big ugly black lettering, but it has a good story behind it.

4. On my left side, lower back, is my very first tattoo - a small little Tinkerbell that a friend sketched for me and I had branded to my body in 2001 when I turned 18. It is also very poorly done, and is in the cover up process.

5. On my left side, right under my armpit on my ribs, I have two honey bees and their hive. The bees are singing and happily playing music, and this is my most meaningful tattoo for sure. I got it when my grandparents died. I picked honey bees because one of my most favorite memories from being a kid, is climbing the honey tree in their front yard. Travis made them musical bees because my family has a very musical background, and my mom always talks about how their was constant music in their home. And the hive is there to show how they were always there with us, with their "hive." I'd like to add to this one eventually and have it cover my full left side.


6. On my right wrist, I have my Zodiac sign, just small and simple outline. This one is meaningful in that I am a Leo - and I pretty much operate in line with that sign.

7. On my right forearm, I have a hot air balloon, which I got when I finally felt like I was free of a bunch of shit going on in my life. I also got the word free on my left forearm on the same day. I'll likely add to the balloon on my right arm at some point and finish my forearm - who knows?

8. My left arm started with the word free, as mentioned, and is now a full sleeve. I told Travis I was ready for a sleeve, and that I wanted it to be feminine - that was the only insight I gave him, and I let him run with it. That's what I love about Travis, is that he loves to take the creative freedom, so when I say something like, I want a sleeve that's pretty and feminine, he just works my arm into art. I love the finished product, and we worked on it for over a year, with I believe six total sessions when all was said and done. It's a queen bee, with two bluebirds, some gorgeous bright flowers and a tree, and a honey comb tucked behind it all.


9. After a lot of thought (and some convincing from Travis), I have finally started my back and am two sessions in to probably another 18 months of work. He's doing a full back piece - a peacock and some roses - from my neck to my ass. I love it so far. The peacock outline is done, but not the roses yet, and I got about five hours of color completed this spring before a wedding I was in. I am so excited to keep going on this one!

Not all tattoos have meaning. Not even all of my tattoos have meaning. But I think all tattoos are gorgeous - and I think that is meaning enough.


Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Just Delete Your Facebook Immediately

Day Seven: Five Problems with Social Media

1. It is a time suck.
Social media can take up a lot of our time. Consider the last time you were at home alone, bored, no plans and nothing going on, and instead of scrolling through hours and hours and hours of Facebook news feed, you picked up a book or the newspaper.

I'll wait.

It never happens!

Social media is designed to suck us in. You can literally scroll down on Facebook and Instagram, and also Twitter, for eternity. Like, there is no end. Keep scrolling and scrolling, you will never get to the bottom of the page. And they do that on purpose to keep you trapped! I mean literally, you can spend an entire day online and get to the end of the day, wondering how you just spent the day.

Time. Suck.

2. It is an attention whore.
My mom always says she hates when we are on our phones when we're over for dinner. And 9 times out of 10, we aren't talking to anyone or do anything.

We're just scrolling forever and ever into oblivion.

Social media take a lot of time and attention away from our face to face interactions. When we're together, we still have our noses buried in our phones. We go out to eat with our friends and we're too busy taking #foodporn photos to have an uninterrupted conversation. I feel like something could be said about isolation and "selfies," if I wanted to put a lot of extra thought into it.


3. It puts unnecessary pressure on your relationships.
I read a meme recently that said the biggest sign of a healthy relationship is no mention of it on Facebook. And I believe that may be very close to true.

Should you share photos of you and your partner doing something fun or on some adventure, or snuggled up in front of the TV on a Sunday night? Sure. There is a huge difference between hiding your relationship, versus oversharing every detail to the point where I feel like I am the third party in your relationship. Don't hide. Just don't disclose everything.

I don't need to know when you're in a fight, or when you've made up. It's weird. And I think it probably makes things worse in the long run.

Now don't get me wrong. I actually am a sentimental dork, and I like to see a friend's Facebook status change from Single, to In a Relationship. And from In a Relationship to Engaged. And then from Engaged to Married. And I like to see their last name's change - even though I think that changing your last name is a super archaic and weird thing to do. BUT, I do hate to see someone change their relationship status back and forth between Single and In a Relationship, and there is no worse status than It's Complicated.

Get out of here with all that drama! Why are you telling the world that you are having relationship problems?!!

Also please stop with the overemotional sad quotes that you literally never post except for the times when you are in a fight with your partner. Gross. You need to stop that right now.


4. It spreads a lot of wildly untrue information.
I mean, chances are if you are reading this blog post, you don't actually get your news from Twitter or Facebook - because I like to believe I am friends with people who are more intelligent than that. And I haaaaaate to use really ANY word used by our piece of shit garbage hep president, but there is soooo much fake news on the internet!! Like, just because it was a meme, does not mean it's real!

Please, please I beg of you, people. Read REAL news. Locate a legit news source. Support the media, especially locally.

Just remember that Fox News is the Twitter of the media, and don't believe anything you read.

5. It portrays people through unrealistic filters.
I dare you to try and locate the most recent photo you have taken of yourself, in which you have not applied one single filter. No funny faces or bunny ears from Snap Chat, no make-you-tanner-than-you-really-are filter from Instagram. Just a regular photo of yourself. That you both took and then posted on social media.

I bet you have a hard time finding one. Because we now filter our whole life before we post it.

It's funny...writing this post makes me sort of want to log in and delete my Facebook account immediately.

I mean, I won't. I can't. I'm clearly as addicted as everyone else, and am guilty of setting aside the new book I am desperate to read (Trevor Noah's "Born a Crime") to scroll through nonsense for eternity instead...which is ridiculous, since I have been DYING to read his book!

Un-gluing yourself from social media is challenging, for sure. But the days that I make a strong commitment to not log in, are really always great days! It seems like a ridiculous thing to have to do, but one of my resolutions for 2018 (because yes, I do think about those for a long time in advance, and yes I do make them every year) will be to select a social media free day every week. One day a week, no social media. How pathetic that I think it'll be hard and will seriously take an effort!

And now, off I go to link this blog to my social media accounts to make sure people read it...

#ironic


Monday, November 6, 2017

Yes, I am Still Scared of Monkeys

Day Five and Day Six
What am I afraid of, and What do I need to surrender to the universe? 


First, I feel like these two can combine into one post, which works out well since I failed to post a day five post yesterday.

Turns out I spent the entire day on the couch, snuggling, napping, and watching about ten straight hours of Weeds, which is precisely what I needed. There was no room for complete sentences, let alone a written blog.

I have written about fears before - my fears of silly things, and my fears of real things. The thing about things that scare us, though, are that they do change. So I don't feel like I am necessarily repeating myself in speaking to fears.

One. I am afraid of outhouses. That will never change.

Also. I am afraid of spiders, and mosquito eaters, and stink bugs. And also monkeys.

And because I am a Leo, I am afraid of loving someone more than they love me. It's not my fault, the zodiac is to blame for this one. See? It's a meme and everything!


Fears like this one are irrational, and I think they do generally fade with time. I only recognize it as a present fear when something is new and in that undefined, unsure stage. I don't tend to carry this fear over into a relationship - or at least I don't notice that I do. Once things work themselves out beyond that initial new, just started dating thing, this is a fear that certainly subsides. But before I know where I stand, it's definitely something I notice.

I think that this goes hand in hand with what I need to just surrender to the universe because being fearful of the way people think and/or feel about you, usually just ends up causing problems. I've been mindful and aware of this fear, and in recent experience have also been up front about it - I'm afraid to love harder than you. Part of facing a fear is to acknowledge it - even if vocalizing it to someone can be a challenge.

The way people feel about each other, however, is not something to be forced. I've only recently learned that the best way to know if something will work out with someone - whether or not they really care about you, how they feel, how ready they are for you - is to just spend time with them. Take the pressure of dating out of the equation, stop reading into bull shit, go with the flow, and just see what happens. I tried this recently, and what I learned was, this guy was simply not ready to date. He was flaky, and he never called when he said he was going to, and then would call days later wanting to take me to dinner like, right then.

No thanks, I'm not into that.

Fast forward to a time where someone shows a genuine interest in spending time with me - tells me good morning every day, cooks me dinner, puts away my dishes while I'm at work - and suddenly that worry is not quite as present. I don't find myself anxious about whether someone is going to call me or if I'm bugging this person by sending a meme that I think is funny. I don't find myself worried about who likes who more, or who cares more, or who is more invested - because I quite simply feel like I do matter.


I am likely always going to be a girl who feels anxious and a little scared when something is new - new makes me nervous (and that spans all realms of life, by the way, not just romance). But I am also learning to be someone who can let go of the insane pressure that the world puts on two people in a new relationship - give that to the universe and just enjoy seeing where things go.

Friday, November 3, 2017

Exhale the Bad Shit, Let it Go, and Other Cliche Phrases

Day Four: What do I need to let go of?


Probably a lot of things.

Definitely some things.

For sure some things I am not going to write about.

The number one topic that comes to mind is that I need to let go of the shitty people in my family. They are shitty. They are not going to get better. They do, however, continue to get worse. And sometimes I really have a hard time with that. Other times, I am reminded that other people in my family are great, and that it's fine. But I have already written that "my family sucks" blog - multiple times, in fact (they really, really do), so I have been racking my brain for a new topic.

And then I get a message from a friend this morning and it hits me.
She works for the company I used to work for. Let's just call them Big G, shall we? I'd hate to get anybody's panties twisted when they read this.
Anyway, so she was terminated today.
For no reason.
After many, many years of exceptional service.

Is this ringing a bell for anyone because it happened to me 3 months ago??

Ironically, said friend works for *gasp* the SAME regional manager I worked for!


Here's the thing. I let go of the fact that I was fired by my snake-ass twat of a regional right away, because a much better, much more beneficial, much more respectable position was offered to me within 5 days. I am not upset that I was fired. I am upset that I learned the hard way that if someone hates you enough, they really will use anything possible to get rid of you, buuuuut in the end, I came out ahead.

However, what I have not let go of yet, is this overwhelming sympathy for the people I know who still work for this company, and who work for this company in Portland, specifically. A company where when you reach out to your director or to HR for help dealing with your supervisor being a total and complete bitch, you are then basically raked over the coals. And where they will also go right to your supervisor and TELL HER WHAT YOU SAID! A company where you don't matter. Where your opinion doesn't matter. Where your human decency, morals, and overall convictions do you more harm than good. Big G is a company that probably at some point did some good. But they are also a company that has turned some of the best career role models I've had, into shady, dishonest ass holes, with whom I would no longer ever share kind words.

I was fired less than a month after I called my regional's supervisor, begging for advice on how to deal with her. Begging for help on how to communicate with her more effectively. I was fired less than two weeks after having a meeting with my regional and her supervisor (because confidentiality means nothing), in which I was honest about what I needed to feel more support. I was fired while my career mentor (who yes I do now see as completely shady as fuck) was conveniently on vacation and unable to look me in the face after approving to let this happen. And more importantly, I was fired less than ten days after I spent a day job shadowing another regional based on a conversation in which my next promotion was discussed.

How interesting.

Someone who works in the corporate office for Big G said something that really stuck with me, when I was talking to her about what actually happened (because of course, my shady-ass twat of a regional did nothing but talk shit about how horrible I was). She said, "If I was an on site manager right now, and you got fired for 'not living Big G's values,' I would be terrified every day of losing my job - because you of all people, are the one showing up every day and investing in the values. You're a favorite and everyone knows it. If I were on her team as a manager, I'd be watching her every move."

Exactly.


I know I was a "favorite." I know that companies play favorites, and I know I was in that position. I was speaking at training classes, leading meetings, job shadowing, training, mentoring, hosting videos, joining committees. Big G was rolling out their new "values" platform, and I was not only dedicated to it, but I was dedicated to everyone else dedicating themselves to it.

But my regional was a cunt, and we hated each other. And I spoke up about it.
And she makes more money than me, and her position is more important, so I got fired.

Which is, again, fine by me.

But.

I have not let go of this "mama bear" feeling of just wanting to scream GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE NOW to everyone in the Portland market. I want to find jobs for all of them (and I have found jobs for several of them). I need to let go of that and simply be an advocate for my new company. The people who still work for Big G know it's bad - they bitch about it all the time, for one. And for two, there has been regional manager mass exodus, and that shit does not go down for no reason. The truth is, I can't continue to stress about my friends who still work for the company. It's their choice to stay where they are for now, and they'll eventually realize how bad things have gotten and move on. It's hard to be in a position now where I can see all of the bad, and where I can see how unhappy my friends are at work. I have an amazing regional now - I work somewhere very challenging, and where a lot of people are really not pleasant, and yet he has my back 110% every single time. My director of operations calls or emails me weekly to make sure I am still doing well and having a good time, reminding me how fortunate she feels to have gotten me on her team.

I need to let go of a need to protect my old coworkers from the shit show they're in. I can't change it for them. All I can do is offer an ear when they're bitching, and offer the job positions list when they're ready to exhale the Big G bull shit.


Values the Big G Portland office claims to live by: Integrity. Respect. Professionalism. Accountability. Service. Teamwork.

Values the Big G Portland office does not live up to by any stretch: Integrity. Respect. Professionalism. Accountability. Service. Teamwork.

I've let go of all aspects of being terminated. I'm happy where I'm at, and sometimes forced change ends up being the best thing for you. I ended up with an additional $10,000 a year to start, a better apartment, better work/life balance, better regional support, and just seriously a better existence.

And it's probably about time I let go of feeling bad for the people still working there.
Because let's be honest, if they're good at their jobs, they'll probably get fired soon anyway!


I Need More of All of That

Day Three: What do I need more of in my life?

Sleep.
Kissing.
Snuggles.
Girlfriend time.
Beach days.
Money.
Sunshine.

In the grand scheme of things, my life is pretty good. I have all of what I need in order to function and survive. I have a good job that I like a lot (most days); I make enough money to pay (most of) my bills. I have a roof over my head, food in my fridge, and the means to grab happy hour with friends when I want to. My car is reliable, and I don't have to live in too much worry (outside of the fact that Donald Trump is the President, that is). I have a great family and great friends who love me, and a cat who cuddles me and keeps me laughing at her insane antics.

All in all, I don't have a whole lot to gripe about.

Except politics. I definitely have a lot of political griping to do.


And yet, I think we are all guilty of falling victim to the daily routine, and until someone asks us what we're missing, we may not really even realize it. Don't get me wrong - I always know when I am not getting enough sunshine.

#popsvitamindsupplementimmediately

But I do think really, we don't always catch on right away as to the things in our lives we need more of. I am just as guilty - I am incredibly busy at work, and without realizing it, I spend a lot of days like this:

Wake up.
Hit snooze two to four times.
Feed Juno before she claws out my eyes or bites off my toes.
Shower and think up a new excuse to go another day without washing my hair.
Get dressed and go to work.
Work for 8-12 hours, and then go home.
Feed Juno again.
Watch TV. Maybe do some dishes or a load of laundry. Maybe fall asleep on the couch.
Go to bed.


And when I stop and think, what do I need more of in my life...that's when I realize that my routine can be quite boring. So yes, there are things I need more of in my life. And I really do try to focus on obtaining some of those things, making more of those things happen, finding the time & means to manifest those things.

I think I need more sleep. But really, that's not even true. I need better sleep. I need to go to bed on time, and I need to turn my phone off earlier so I can turn off my brain and actually get a good night of sleep. I have made myself stop falling asleep with the TV on, which has immensely helped me fall asleep and then stay asleep. I'm tired, but I think really I just need to focus on taking care of myself and allowing myself to stop stressing enough to get my 8 hours of good, quality sleep.

Last night, for example, I went to bed at 10:00, which is pretty normal for me - but then instead of playing on my phone or watching TV until midnight, I turned everything off and was asleep fairly quickly. And I woke up an hour before my alarm went off, which I never do. I got to have that Sunday Morning feeling on a work day, which is so rare - I got up, cuddled on the couch, watched the news, and took my time getting ready - I need more of that, for sure.

I think I need more kissing and more snuggling. And really, that one is true. I am a cuddle bug. I could literally spend every day snuggling with someone. And I find that in my experience, the more time I spend kissing someone or the more nights I spend cuddling with them, the more insatiable I become and the more time I want to spend kissing and snuggling. I just like it. I don't get enough of it, and I like the warm, safe vibe I get from all of it. #sorrynotsorry for whomever is currently stuck snuggling with me; it can be an overwhelming task I'm sure.

I definitely need more girlfriend time. I am the one of my friends who is single and doesn't have kids, and I am the one of my friends who lives all the way in Wilsonville. So it can be challenging to find a lot of girlfriend time - especially because I don't necessarily see time spent with my friends and their children as real girlfriend time. If I have to edit the content of my stories, refrain from talking about sex or saying the word fuck, or take 200 hours to tell a story because a kid is interrupting every three seconds, that doesn't really count as quality time spent with my girlfriends. I mean come on. We're in our thirties, and I want to sit in a booth with hummus and a cocktail, or drink beer on a patio, or see a ranchy movie with my friends.


And for the record, I don't believe I need to feel guilty for expecting that from my friends. Because the reality is, 98% of the time, I tolerate your kid so I can hang out with you - do me the service of getting a babysitter the other 2%, right? For some reason, a large percentage of the population seems to believe that I am the ass hole because I *gasp* don't want to be around their children as much as they do. And it always makes me laugh because in the small amount of time I do manage to tear my friends from their children, they often spend a lot of time bitching about how obnoxious their kid is.

Yea...I know...that's why I invited you to a bar, so they had to stay home with their dad.

I've really written about that before, and it continues to be prevalent in my world. I get it. Being 34 and kid-free, I am the minority. That's why I am 98% of the time willing to (and happy to, honestly) spend quality time with my friends, kids in tow. I just also happen to believe that some time in the land of adults, is good for people.

I always need more beach days. Mostly because I need to actually live there. So until I have 365 beach days every year, I will need more beach days.

Let's be real, we could all use more money. I had a really interesting conversation a few weeks ago about how no one makes enough money anymore to support the rent and housing market. and that basically, based on that none of us will ever get to retire.

Also I would like to be able to leave the country once per year, and get at least one new tattoo every 6 months. That'll be my measure of true life success I think. Plane tickets and tattoos: the measure of how well I'm doing at life.


I need more sunshine. Me and everyone else living in the Pacific Northwest, right? I suffer from seasonal affective disorder, or SAD as they so appropriately call it, and I have to take 3,000IU of Vitamin D for about 8 months out of the year to ensure I don't hurl myself over a bridge in February on the 212th day of rain in a row. I need more sunshine, for sure. I probably need to spend some of my 365 beach days per year on a beach in Mexico or the Bahamas where it's sunshiney for me; that would likely solve all of my life problems.

In general, I think we could all benefit from just getting out of the grind every once in a while and trying to remember that if all we do is get up, go to work, and come home, then there's really not all that much purpose to life. While I can't instantly satisfy all of the things I believe I need more of, I can certainly set myself some realistic goals, make small changes, create better habits, and ensure that I am having more fun in my life. Sure I have to get up and go to work every day - but the day doesn't have to start with me flying out of bed in a rush to get ready, after not getting enough sleep. Life isn't intended to just meander through; sometimes ya gotta shake it up a little bit and have some fun.



Thursday, November 2, 2017

Forever Weekends

Day Two: What does my ideal day look like from morning to night?


Well, that's easy:
Sleep in.
Snuggle.
Have sex.
Take a nap.
Stay in my pajamas.
Eat bacon and waffles.
Watch TV and snuggle.
Take another nap.
Maybe eat dinner at some point.
Go to bed.
Have sex.
Snuggle.
Sleep.
Repeat.

Blog post done.

Just kidding (sort of).

I mean that is basically the outline of my perfect day, though...

My ideal days are always the ones where I don't have to go to work or accomplish anything - because those days are rare. I'm a busy girl. I work a lot of hours, I do a lot on the weekends. I have a big family, so there's always something I am supposed to be doing or somewhere I am supposed to be. So the days where I literally do not have anything I have to do, nowhere I have to be...those are the best days.

The days I don't have to set an alarm.
The days I can stay in bed, or lounge on the couch watching shitty reality TV in my pajamas.
The days I don't have to have my phone on me or check my email.
The days I can snuggle for hours and take naps in the middle of the day just because I want to.

Those are the very best days.






Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Hit Snooze One More Time

I seem to have failed at my October blog challenge - but in my defense, I was really busy writing my budget at work, and I was also not all that inspired by the topics given. November is going to be my month though, I'm determined. I have a new list of topics, and these ones seem to have actually caught my eye.

With that, you never know. I may only post one of the thirty.

Keeping people in suspense.



Day One: When I wake up in the morning, how do I most want to feel?

I am not a morning person. I never have been. My mom used to have to all but wrestle me out of bed in the morning to go to school. In high school, dance team practice was at 5:00am (because that was the only chance at getting gym time since we were girls), and despite how much I loved dance team, I could have totally quit over that. I like to sleep. I also like to stay up kinda late...which means I like to sleep in.


The best mornings for me, are the ones where I don't have to jump immediately out of bed with my alarm clock and get moving. I like the mornings I can stay in bed and snuggle a bit with Juno (though usually she jumps out of bed demanding breakfast promptly at 6:00 anyway), kiss for a little bit, or just lounge around before it's go, go, go for the rest of the day.

However, because I am not a morning person, I tend to be asleep until the very last possible second, at which moment I have no choice but to leap out of bed and get in the shower before I can even rub the sleep out of my eyes.

That said, Sunday night I went to bed early - at like 9:00! I didn't feel very good, and my solution to having a stomach ache is to dive under the covers and be asleep as quickly as possible. And so, I went to bed moments after getting home from a fantastic weekend spent in Battle Ground, and fell asleep with Juno snuggled up at my elbow, purring away - she does not like it when I sleep away from home for a night. Then Monday morning, I woke up before my alarm! My alarm goes off at 6:15 on Monday mornings, and I usually snooze it until 6:45...but I woke up at 5:45, awake and relaxed, and ready to get up. The best part was, I got to lay in bed, read my texts, check my Facebook, and snuggle with Juno for a half hour instead of jumping from the bed to feed the cat and get moving.

It was great!


I like to feel relaxed in the mornings, like I wish every morning felt like a Sunday morning. My problem is, they never do because I like to sleep and not lose that last 15 minutes that I could be still snoozing. Basically, I can't win.

Except on Sundays, when it always feels like a Sunday morning.

Friday, October 27, 2017

Hashtag, Swoon

Day Three: Five Ways to Win My Heart
Hashtag, Swoon.


I feel like this is a weird one – five seems like a pretty finite number. I mean really, the question of how to win my heart could basically be summed up into one answer: don’t do the things anyone else has ever done to me in a relationship. Elaborating, of course, would lead to the basics of being a decent human being: don’t lie, don’t cheat, don’t do hardcore drugs or steal, don’t hit me or call me names

Seems relatively simple, I know.

But the question at hand isn’t what not to do. It’s what to do. And I feel like that is a little more complicated, because whatever it is that is necessary to completely win m over, has not yet been quite determined. If I knew the answer, I probably would not have wasted my time on the idiots I have wasted my time on....or at least one would hope not.

What I do know, though, is that everything happens for a reason – every relationship in my past (even the reeeeeally bad ones) served a purpose, and I have definitely learned a lot of valuable lessons. I’ve learned what I want and what I don’t want, what I deserve and what I don’t, what I need and what I don’t. I’ve learned what I will and won’t accept, tolerate, deal with, and ignore, and what I will demand, expect, fight for, stand up to, and chase.

But I agreed to this daily blog challenge, right? So with that, here’s my attempt at identifying five ways to win my heart.

One. Be funny. Which seems obvious. I like people who can make me laugh, in general. Someone who can make me laugh when I’m mad, seems like a good person to have in my corner. Someone who really “gets me” is going to know that the best way to end a night with me, is staying up too late because everything he says makes me giggle.


Two. Be passionate. About life, about me, about your favorite music or movies. Just about something. Part of why I like to celebrate birthdays so much is that I think it’s important to be passionate and grateful for your existence on the planet – nothing in life is guaranteed except for the moment we’re in, so enjoy those moments as they come. Also, I don’t feel my feelings half-assed; I feel them passionately. And I’m attracted to people who ignite that, as opposed to finding it intimidating or cringe-worthy. Let me be me. You be you. And be passionate about both of those people. Passion makes things exciting, makes me happy, and also, feeds my security - which can be challenging, since I definitely have some "relationship insecurities" (if that's a thing). 

Three: Be nice. Also seems fairly obvious. I think that everyone's "nice guys finish last" shit is absolute crap - I am only interested in people who are nice to me. The same as how I only want to have friends who are nice to me. Hard pass on that mean girl bull shit. I've been through my bad boy stage, and I'm most definitely over it. Women who still like bad boys, just haven't been with a nice one yet. And by all means, be "bad" in all other aspects of life - what matters to me is that at the end of the day, you'll cuddle with me on the couch, ask how my day was, and show some genuine interest in my conversation.  

Four. Be genuine. Again this seems to be a pretty basic human requirement. Don't be a lying sack of shit. Duh. Don't tell me things that aren't true. Duh. Don't lie to me. Duh. Be honest. Duh. But on top of that, be genuine and sincere - tell me how you feel and what you think. I think people who are genuine and who can communicate the things rolling around in their head, are the best kind of people. 

Five. Be a little dirty. Because clearly, I'll be won over by someone who can treat me well and turn me on all at the same time. In fact, ignore the other four - this is the actual way to win my heart: be nice to me and also be a little dirty. 


Tuesday, October 10, 2017

I Can't Help It, I'm a Leo

Day Three: Your Zodiac Sign...Does it Fit Your Personality? 


I read this today: A Leo woman is like a kitten, and kittens are always very playful. She'll tease you with innocuous comments or actions, and laugh with all her might whenever she wants to. Little things will make her laugh out loud. She has a great sense of humor, and she is really funny and outgoing. She has a great ability to completely shift moods. She will always try to bring a smile to your face, and most of the time she will succeed. 

I mean, I definitely think I'm funny, yes. And I will always try to change someone's mood by making them laugh, yes. I am not great in a crisis, but I can certainly make you laugh when you're ready to do so!

Leo women are fiery characters and there is always a lot of enthusiasm linked to their personality. There are no half measures for them. Their loyalty knows no bounds. They will stick with you as long as they can, and love you with endless devotion. They are cheery and optimistic and highly determined to tackle the different phases of life. They do not show signs of vulnerability to people around them, and no matter what they harbor inside - whether it is pain or sorrow - they will always be determined to not only fight the world but also nullify the sadness within. Leo women have a thick exterior but are fragile on the inside. Little things do hurt her. On the flip side, she will always notice your small gestures.

Definitely true. Little things often hurt more than big things, in fact. And on the opposite end of the spectrum, I always notice the little things someone does - like make my bed, cuddle with Juno, loan me a sweatshirt when I'm cold, or text me some kissy-face emojis. Little things are absolutely the most important to me, and are absolutely what ends up hurting the most.

Leo women also have a lot of expectations in a relationship. If they are providing you with prolific amounts of love and affection and loyalty, hey will expect the same from you. Leo women love men who are hopeless romantics. If you write what you feel for her - or even text it to her - her heart will melt and she'll get butterflies in her stomach. She will save these messages or texts and read them when she is alone or wants to feel good, and it will always remind her of someone who loves her and cares for her.

I mean, I save basically every single message anyone ever sends me that isn't about work. I have a million saved little Blake voice mails in my inbox, and I screen shot texts that make my heart melt so I don't accidentally delete them. Soo...true.


My sign absolutely fits my personality - I mean, I think in general most people's signs line up with their personalities. You can't argue with the signs, right?

In my experience, the general perception of a Leo is a lot of bold behavior - strong personality, aggression, fierce emotion, loud reactions to things. Leos are also rumored to be overly confident, pushy, cocky, and overzealous. We are labeled as unforgiving, bossy, controlling, and maybe a little to forward. What tends to get left off the table with Leos, is that a lot of that overly confident, bold demeanor, is a facade that hides a lot of insecurity that we don't like to admit (or even acknowledge).

Leos are inherently insecure. We can't help it. I read something a few days ago that said a Leo's biggest fear is loving someone more than they are loved in return. This is 100% one of the most accurate things I've ever read about myself in a horoscope. And I believe it to be true for most Leos I know as well, actually. This is true for me of all relationships...whether it be with my family, my friendships, or my romantic relationships, I want to feel as important to someone, as they are to me. And where that gets me into trouble, is that because I am a Leo, I do feel my emotions very strongly - I love hard, and I want to be loved hard in return. And because I am a Leo and I naturally feel all of my emotions fiercely, I do sometimes struggle with feeling loved back - because not everyone feels their emotions as loudly as Leos do.


I have always thought that my personality lined up with my Zodiac sign because I do tend to be all of the things a Leo is known to be - bold, fierce, confident, and the center of attention. But the more I read about it lately, the more I think it's deeper than that. I think it's fascinating to read about, and interesting to read things about myself based only on my birthday...especially when they're so spot on.



Monday, October 9, 2017

Why is Called a Pet Peeve Anyway?

Day Two: Your Top Five Pet Peeves


It seems appropriate to follow up the ten things that make me happiest, with a list of things that annoy the shitout of me, right? I think so, yes.


Pet peeve number one: People who stand too close to me in line. Back the fuck up please, seriously. I have actually written a blog about this before, and it still rings true – get the fuck out of my personal space! If I can feel you breathing on me, you are too close to me. If I can swing my shopping basket and smack you with it, you are too close to me. If I can hear you chewing or exhaling or just existing in general, you are too fucking close to me! Move!! No one is getting out of the store any faster just because you climb up my ass and hang out there. I like my bubble, and I need you to just fucking stay out of it.

Unless I am dating you or you’re my best friend, in which case I literally cannot get physically close enough to you.

Pet peeve number two: People who let their dogs jump all over you and use “he’s friendly” as their excuse. First of all, friendly does not mean jumping on me, slobbering all over the place, or humping my leg. Second, if he’s friendly, why am I staring at so many teeth? And third, I don’t care if your dog is a cartoon character, I still don’t want it jumping on me. I don’t like your dog.

Pet peeve number three: When people stop texting in the middle of a conversation. I mean, I am definitely guilty of falling asleep in the middle of a late night text marathon, and I can’t count the number of times I have forgotten to respond to something I opened at work and then got too busy to immediately respond to, but like, where are these people going when in the middle of talking about something they just stop? And like three days later, I’m still waiting for the punch line. I don’t get it. Would you walk away from someone who was talking to you and just never come back? Finish your thoughts, people. Say goodnight or goodbye like normal human adults.


Pet peeve number four: Poor grammar. I hate it.

Pet peeve number five: People who make excuses for other people’s shitty behavior. Your boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife/mom/dad/sibling is an ass hole. Don’t make an excuse on their behalf! Let them fall on their face like they deserve! We’re already judging you for associating with a sociopath; don’t make it worse by clarifying that you do see what we see and are actually okay with it. Pretend you don’t even notice their shitty comments, poor social skills, or shitty personality. Don’t make a feeble attempt at getting us to just tolerate the insanity because you can. We can’t. We don’t like people who behave like shitty shitheads in public. And now we don’t like you that much either, because you brought a shitty human to the party and basically acknowledged it while begging our acceptance – or tolerance, at the very least.

No. I don’t want to party with your shitty other half.




It was far too easy to compile this list, by the way. I may have a short fuse, I can’t be sure. What I can say for sure is that little things can be really agitating. I need a beer after spending time considering all of life’s little annoyances… 

Friday, October 6, 2017

Is That a New Blog, Or Are You Just Happy to See Me??

Somehow I have managed to not write a blog in 10 months.
I blame Donald Trump, obviously.

In reality, 2017 has simply flown by, and I'm really not sure how it's even possible that we've already gotten to October. It's been a big year with a lot of change - some expected, some unexpected, but definitely all for the better.

It has also been one in which I've experienced a lot of stress. And anyone who has followed my blog in the past several years, is well aware of how much of a stress relief writing is for me. So following a conversation with my mom last week about stress, chaos, and craziness, it occurred to me I should probably get my shit together.


So here I am.
30 Day October Blog Challenge.
Technically a combination of three different writing challenges, because I can't decide or commit to just one. And some of the prompts - like, what did you eat today - are stupid.

Starting six days late, so there's that.

Day One: List Ten Things That Make You Really Happy. 


1. An organized refrigerator. Sometimes it's about the small things. I love when my fridge is clean and organized, when labels are faced front, and when all my veggies are chopped and portioned into matching tupperware containers. I realize that this is insane, but I don't care. Happiness is a clean, OCD-type fridge. With that lunch meat drawer stocked full of Tillamook black pepper cheese sticks, obviously.

2. Drinking wine on Rachel's front porch. I think this goes without saying that I love my friends, and I love wine. I also love porches. A big, wrap-around front porch with a lawn to mow is literally my only motivation in life to purchase a home, and Rachel's porch in Battle Ground is pretty close to perfection for me.

3. Starting a new book. Any book. Especially one that is so good I do literally nothing for 3 days but lay under a blanket reading obsessively.

4. Getting voice mails from Blake. This week, he called and left me a message that said, "Hi Auntie. I want to take my Corona fridge to school for show and tell, but my mom won't let me because she says it is inappropriate." I have listened to it ten times, and I wish I could make it my ring tone.

5. The beach. Duh. This one goes without saying, but the beach is my happy place. Whether I am there for a day, a week, just an overnight, it's never enough time but also always the perfect amount of time. Whether it's winter, spring, summer, or fall, stormy or windy, sunny or blistering hot, it's perfection every time. I wish I could live there. And not work, just read books in my jammies drinking wine in front of a fireplace with all the windows open. Nothing better.

6. Being the little spoon. I. Love. To. Snuggle. Snuggling is my absolute favorite, and it's even better when the person snuggling you also loves to snuggle. And when they don't snore. I like to feel someone's hot breath in my ear, and I like it when my neck just fits in the space between someone's neck and shoulders. I especially love to snuggle when it's cold in the morning, and when Juno is laying at the foot of the bed on my feet, or between us in the pit of my knees. And for some reason, it's best when it's Sunday morning.


7. Grown up time with my friends. I am definitely in the minority now with no kids of my own. And don't get me wrong, I like to hang out with my friends and their little ones. But I'm also not a bull shitter, and I like even more to hang out with my friends while their little ones stay home with their dads. I like to drink wine and use cuss words. I like to drink champagne and talk about sex, or watch scary movies, or just have a conversation without being interrupted by small children asking questions or needing to pee. And again, I love your kids. I just don't like them as much as you do. So leave them home every once in a while so I can get you drunk like you deserve. After all, parenting is hard (or so I hear).

8. My birthday. Birthdays are a reason to celebrate, regardless of age. Just because you're not a little kid, doesn't mean you no longer have reason to enjoy yourself and eat cake! Bad shit happens in life, and the simple fact that you are alive another 365 days, honestly, is means to have a party. I will never let my birthday pass by without doing something outside of my daily routine. And the same goes for other people - YOUR birthday is equally as important as mine is, and I'll surely celebrate it. Even if you don't want to.


9. Receiving unexpected flowers. Duh. I'm such a girl on this one. Being thought of makes me happy. Being unexpectedly thought of a little extra makes me a little extra happy. And something about flowers being dropped off, makes me feel even more thought of.

10. Loud music. In the car especially, or while cleaning my apartment. Most any genre of music will satisfy the bug, but loud is definitely necessary.