Ever wake up too early and no matter what you attempt to do to lull yourself back to sleep it is of no avail? That is my present situation. The clock on my bedside nightstand reads 3:27am. Continue reading “The Love Language of Snoring”
If you have not read part 1 of Green Chipped Paint, I encourage you to read it first before beginning part 2! If you enjoy today’s post, please like and reblog!
It was hot. God it was hot. I could feel one of those oscillating fans blowing air across my damp skin, it creaked slowly as it moved back and forth. I tried to open my eyes, but only one would. As I peered around the room, the memories came flooding back. The dirt road, the gunshots, the truck. My leg throbbed, as if to remind me it remembered to. Continue reading “Green Chipped Paint: Part 2”
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Hello lovely people!💘
Guess what ? I finally made it to my first
Thank you all for showing my tiny blog so much encouragement and support😘!
To a lot of successful bloggers out there 50 might seem insignificant 💧.
But having started out just two weeks ago it’s huge achievement for me that you guys took out the time to read my blog and appreciate my efforts!💞
So as a mini celebration 🎉✨, I will be having my very first giveaway ! 😘
Here’s what the lucky winner will be getting!🎁
1-Tarocco orange 🍊ultra moisturizing hand cream full size✨ from Crab tree and Evelyn❣For soft and sweet smelling tootsies !
2-Dusty girls lip shine in Argyle pink ❣For a pretty pink pout 👄!
3- Moogoo 100% natural Fresh buttermilk soap❣For smooth , baby soft skin 👶🏽
4-My favorite Burts Bees Lip crayon in you guessed…
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I am technologically deficient. I walk into a Best Buy and the closest laptop gives up its ghostly hard drive. In my first big girl job out of college I was not allowed to run end of month closeout for fear of singlehandedly wrecking the mainframe. My cellphone is secretly a transformer named Alice whose magic power is self-healing, she has been rebooted enough to believe in reincarnation. It’s bad. In turn, my frustration with technology can well… sometimes it can get out of hand.
My poor husband deals with most of the brunt of my technological dysfunction. He sets the default printer on my computer five hundred times a month after it mysteriously resets itself (I don’t bode well with printers either) and keeps Kleenex on hand when the tears begin to flow. He can open Task Manager in under five seconds flat, and never hesitates to bring me a glass of bubbly and send me out of the room while he does epic battle with the latest victim of my hand.
The most painful aspect in this saga of being technologically cursed has been getting married. Marriage itself is bliss (most of the time), however changing ones name in every major computer database, account, and profile has been an overwhelming tale for the ages. Login names must be remembered from years ago, trips must be taken to scary “adulting” places such as the Social Security Office and the DMV. The 16 year old still very much present in my mind lurks terrified at the counters of these institutions thinking the half-awake attendant will suddenly recognize me and announce, “There has been a mistake, and you were not worthy. Give me back your driver’s license.” Anyone else feel this way?
My struggle not daunting enough, I also started a new job in the midst of my name changing escapade. Tonight’s escapade involved sending in some simple verification documents for my health insurance. There was the option to fax them in, or I could simply upload them to their website. Even though I am well aware of my techno wrecko disease, I stupidly thought, “How hard could it be?” Now hours later, I think I submitted something… possibly. With my knight of a husband by my side, we did battle against invalid logins and asterisk laden field screens, dove through “forgot my password” shrapnel and volleys of “scan incomplete, try again” bombardments.
Weary in my chair, I feel worn down but not defeated. I have a secret weapon. There is lore of an ancient fax machine at work that does not know itself that it could be deemed “modern.” In its ignorance it may accept me as one of its own. We shall have a rendezvous tomorrow, and I shall be victorious. Stay tuned.
Green chipping paint. The flakes scattered across the worn quilted bedspread I had draped over me. The paint had always chipped, since the day i moved to this god forsaken hell hole. The white iron bedstead squeaked as I rolled over Continue reading “Green Chipped Paint (Part I)”
I honestly hate New Years.
Everything is winding down from the holidays, wrapping paper tumbleweeds are still rolling through my house, and the leftovers in my fridge might still be from Thanksgiving, who knows? This is NOT the time I want to sit down and plan my resolutions for the “New Year,” wear glitter eye shadow with a top knot, and pretend to be somebody when the clock strikes midnight. I just want like three more weeks to fix the old year before I go to a new one. Does anyone else feel this way? The New Year brings taxes, new commitments at work; puppy vaccines that make my dog hate me for like 3 DAYS! I can’t take this kind of pressure, much less try to stick to some convoluted exercise plan or remember to meditate twelve times a day. So this year I have decided to skip resolutions all together. They suck, they make me mad, and I’ve realized I have actually outgrown them anyway! Continue reading “Screw Resolutions: I’m Too Old for This”
I am a lover of print media. I choose to read the news instead of watch it. Print in its paper and digital forms give its audience a moment to pause and revel in the script read or image viewed, instead of being pummeled forward to the next topic or commercial as when watching television. Tonight as I read the New York Times, I daresay a breath of hope escaped my lips about another topic near and dear to my heart. Continue reading “A Ripple against the Tide: The 2016 Pirelli Calendar”