N-n-n-n–n-n-n-n-nineteen. Nineteen.

Bwahahahahaha. You know that song means I had an interview and I killed it. Like a bawse. Don’t even leave that door open a little bit because I’ll kick that mother right in and make myself at home at a desk. From a not-so-cocky perspective, it did go well and I fully expect to hear back from them. I’m fun to talk to and I made the interviewer laugh. Several times. I also have done this enough to have great experiences and stories for nearly every question. She did throw me with what was your biggest failure and how did you recover and what did you learn. That one was new for me, but thank goodness I remembered last year when I fucked something ALL THE WAY UP at work but it didn’t end up so badly. All that awesome being said, this would kinda screw up the other plan. It would be difficult for me to put stability to the side and instead go for the not sure thing. Oh, the decisions, and thank goodness I don’t need to make them for probably a month. (I ain’t gonna lie, they sucked me right in with no dress code and flip flops and yoga pants specifically being stated as ok. Swoon.)

Exercise! Some moons ago (a lot of moons), I used to run. I trained for a Thanksgiving 5K. Did it. In a pretty decent time too. But then I stopped running and when I tried to start again, my body flipped me all kinds of the bird. Even though I was close to 10 years younger then, that training and running, which only equated to about 30 minutes a day, did everything I wanted it to do from a how you lookin perspective. Now I don’t wanna run, but I want that look. Heeeeeeey, Shaun T! I see you over there with T25. Not taking up all my day and not making me lift weights, but the sweat is no freaking joke! And it’s thinning me out some which is all I wanted. Since I’m on that particular train though, I keep shoveling coal into the engine. After the Shaun T visit, walk the hood. Dual purpose in more exercise plus getting steps because I constantly get blown away in Fitbit step challenges. Competitive much? Oooh, and I went ahead and ordered fancy schmancy jump ropes. I shall be a beast. Lookout, Florida, cuz I’m coming for ya.

Hey, guess what? I’m not packing! No, it isn’t done, but now that I have that full week of no work before we head out, I figure I will simply get it done that week. Now that I think back on it, I am pretty sure that this is how I handled it when we came out here. Now, that’s not to say that I might now start tackling (more) of the kitchen before that week, but I am releasing all stress about the packing situation. Woosa, bitches. The kitchen will certainly be the most time-consuming part. So many dishes, glasses, etc. I wanna just have a plate and glass smashing party, but I don’t wanna buy all new shit so I guess I have to pack it. My life is rough, right?

I think that’s all I have for today. Let’s come back and count tomorrow, shall we?

Twenty.

Hey there. The last time we met, I believe the score was me, no job; hubby, maybe a job. Update: neither of us have a job, lol. I’ve known about my part for a few weeks now, but hubby just found out. He’s that much time behind me in the process of coming to terms with a place you’ve spent two (in my case) or EIGHT years with a company and in 2018, they can’t see their way fit to have you continue working for them.

Hubby is still in that angry, fuck those guys, if they don’t want me stage. I’ve already moved past that stage and am on to what’s coming up next. Hell, I have an interview on Monday. That may or may not work out and I’m not honestly concerned. We are a strong team and we’ve got this shit under control for a long time. In the meantime, I’ll be obtaining my real estate license because from what I’ve seen, the area where I’ll be living has plenty of realtors, but ain’t enough of us brown ones there. Come on through, brown folks! I got you! (Y’all light skinnedidid folks can come through too, I ain’t a racist. LOL!) Many moons ago, I had done the class to become a realtor in Florida, but I never moved forward with it as other things came up like going to school and getting sucked into corporate America like a dummy.

I feel as though I can do well at this. It’s super cocky, but I feel like I could do well at anything that involves me talking to you and you perhaps buying something from me. You know you love talking to me. I’m a funny motherfucker. You also know that I have cool shit and an eye for cool shit, so yeah. If you know someone in southwest Florida that needs a realtor, send them my way in 3 months. Or sooner so they can start to experience my general magic.

If you can believe it, I’m still packing. The funny thing is that we are moving to a considerably bigger place and it’s gonna be pretty empty. I consolidated us a lot when we came out here and when we had to downsize from a 3/2 to a 1-2 a few years back, some more stuff went away. Now we’re going back to a 3/2 (but one room is my pole/yoga room) I think it’s gonna be a bit empty. Also not a bad thing as we start to collect and create for when we buy. Mmmm, new bedroom set. Twice, lol.

Ok, I’m done here. I’ll check you out later.

21 Days To Freedom

I know I haven’t posted in a few days, but even still, you can do simple math and see that the number up there doesn’t quite match up with the last post. Of course, that is if you’re following along, and that’s probably like 2 of you. Today, the command decision was made to bump that last day back a coupla few days. I mean, how crazy is it of me to think that I could work that last week and then come home and finish the packing before we head out on Saturday?!?! That’s just dumb on my part. Not any more! And honestly, in the grand scheme of things, four days of pay is neither breaking the bank nor is it worth the stress.

21 day fix to lose, eh, about 150 pounds. Bwahahahahaha, I’m probably being nice on her weight. 21 days to a new habit. A habit that doesn’t include this stress! Hahahahahahahaha! But for real, I’m not in the least bit excited.

You know how me and plans go. But I’ve got full on support. We’ve got a plan. I know what the hell is up. Go us! There are even timelines in play here people. Shit got real.

I really thought that I was gonna have more to say today, but instead, I’m just gonna do the happy dance for four less days of work and boogie on outta here.

28 to go. Also derp

You may or may not be aware that I work out a decent amount. My weight fluctuates within the same ~6 pound range all the time. I’m cool with that. I figure it’s just water. (Um, yeah, so just go ahead and keep it to yourself if it isn’t water and let me have a sunny parade, kthxbai!)

You also may or may not be aware that I am really, REALLY derp-y at times. So, yes, I work out in this constant 6 pound battle, but shit, I’m 44. That’s probably normal. But I also work out for stress relief and I just generally have more energy throughout the day if I work out in the morning. Much to my husband’s chagrin, I weigh myself daily. And here’s where the derp comes in. I basically, in the back of my mind, always think I’m sick. It’s kinda silly, but not entirely. Imagine the person running down the street screaming as everything is burning around her. Yeah, that’s me when I got on the scale this morning and had dropped two pounds from yesterday. OMG I AM DYING FOR REAL! See? Derp-y.

In other news, I’m STILL PACKING.

In other other news, earlier this week I decided to pick up a jump rope for the first time in forever. In my typical fashion, I was annoyed that I couldn’t pick up the rope and immediately do every cool thing ever. I have no cool things. But I’m still trying. I mean, the cardio is fabulous, first of all. I have the basic bounce down, no problem. Next step is the boxer skip. Without the rope? No problem. Add the rope and I’m like a pony on crack. All kindsa herky jerky and falling over myself. Pretty funny actually. That was Tuesday. This morning I still had the pony thing going on, but maybe the pony only smoked a little weed instead of going full out with the crack. I call that a win in only a couple days. I got a cheapie rope that’s super thin. Ive already given myself welts. Yay!

That’s probably enough for today.

30 Days in the Hole

Well, it was 30 days when I had this idea in the shower. Now it’s 28, but the sentiment remains. 28 days of putting on this smile, biting my tongue, and then walking away unscathed. Yep, an official end of work date has been reached. When people ask me if I’m excited to move, I usually say no, I’m not. Because I’m not. I don’t mind it because I’m a gypsy and we’ve been here for 8 years so it’s about that time on that internal clock. But at the same time, I just want to skip over the packing the house, driving across the country, unpacking the house part. Can’t we just be there and be settled? Ok, ok, I know we can’t.

This is the third time I’ve packed up the house now and there will be at least one more time. One of the positives to this (the only one, really), is that I REALLY know what all we have. It used to be a lot of junk, but things keep going away. Outside of photos and mementos, if I haven’t touched it since we’ve been in Colorado, I probably don’t need it. A nice chunk of stuff got recycled today, as a matter of fact.

By the way, is it super weird that I have EVERY card that hubby and I have given each other over the course of our almost 13 years? Weird or not, it’s true.

The packing is in full effect now. It’s weird that I feel like I keep packing things but everything looks the same like I haven’t put anything away. I have to have done something though, or at least that’s what the 20 boxes in the basement say. All of the Christmas stuff is packed up and secure (side note, new place is big enough to put up the tree and the village should I happen to get the Christmas bug up my ass…and I probably will because I think that Chloe would dig seeing the village) and that was an effort in and of itself. I know it’s May, but we haven’t packed up the snowboarding stuff yet. I mean, A Basin is still open and maybe I should see it before we leave? If my hips can take it. If not, that’s an easy pack. It’s already been discussed and we know what goes where.

I am once again noticing the glut of kitchen appliances that we have for mostly no reason. If we don’t have five different ways to make coffe, we don’t have one. How many sandwich makers?!?! Ooooh but bread! There, I’m excited to use the bread maker at sea level because it’s been a fucking disaster every time we’ve tried at altitude. Crock pots and roasting pans, waffle makers and three(!) hand mixers. WHY?!?! I need to offload some stuff, but it’s already packed now. Looks like I’ll try to find a place over there to donate them.

You know what’s exciting? A new bedroom set. Yeah, that. That, I am excited about. And new living room furniture. That one isn’t just yet, maybe not for another year, but it’s on the horizon baby! Also exciting is not dragging that heavy ass shit back across the country. No movers, just us this time. And I bet it goes a hell of a lot more smoothly.

I know I’ve said this before, but I’m going to try to keep this updated throughout the move process. All the way over to Florida. Maybe even some vlogs, who knows. But until then, I gotta go do some work. 😉

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