• Ramblings

    Wake Up!

    Hey Tuesday, how you doing? I’m glad to see you. I’m glad to be awake. Particularly because the dreams of Monday night were absolutely outrageous and not in a good way at all.

    I’m sure that over the course of your life, you’ve had at least one doozy of a nightmare. I’m no stranger to strange dreams. Sometimes it’s a full-on nightmare, but mostly I fall under the realm of just weird. As a kid, I used to have a few recurring dreams/nightmares which included:

    • Drowning in an overflowing toilet
    • Getting flung off the end of the Laser Loop at Kennywood (to always wake up with a headache)
    • Being in some sort of haunted house where the only way to escape was to die

    Uh, yeah, recurring theme going on up there as a kid. It’s not like I had some crazy traumatic childhood, although I probably started reading Stephen King at an age that most might consider too tender for his writing. Books were (and still are) my friends though, but I digress.

    Last night was like a movie, or maybe a TV show, running through my mind. It was disturbing. I killed someone. I don’t know who, but I did it. It wasn’t overly violent and could have possibly even been an accident, but no one was seeing it that way and I was on the run. Sometimes people helped me and right before I woke up, someone acted like they were helping me, but then the people who were looking for me magically showed up. The person who I thought was helping me just looked at me and shrugged. Ugh!

    It’s interesting how you can feel like a dream happened all damn night long, but when you look at your Fitbit the next day, it says nope. All of that craziness happened in your head in a 30 minute period. It probably would have made a decent 30 minute TV show, maybe a miniseries because, you know, COMMERCIALS! But I don’t remember it that clearly and that sort of focus will get saved for next month.

    Completely unrelated and random, I started taking a probiotic a few days ago in the hopes that it would reduce some of this ridiculous stomach bloat I’m dealing with. So far, kinda? We’ll see in a week. But until tomorrow, I’m off to go do some work.

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    New Start!

    Iiiiiiiiiit’s Monday!! Hard to believe that it’s already almost the end of October and the end of 2019. Seriously, where did the time go this year?

    You’ve probably heard at some point in your life that humans are creatures of habit and never really gave any thought to it. At least, that’s how it worked for me until everything got thrown all around like Dorothy getting blown outta Kansas. It took a long time for me to realize that part of my “issue” was that I was really and truly just out of my zone. Yeah, yeah, get out of your comfort zone and do new things. I’m all for it. But I’m not out here (continuing to) trying to change my life like that. Routine is good. Normalcy is good. And when those are good, I am good.

    Even though I haven’t written anything here in MONTHS, if you’ve ever played along, you probably know that since we relocated to Florida, I’ve been having a go at this real estate thing. Well, if you didn’t, now you do. And if you did know, let’s change up your knowledge because that ship has sailed. I feel like a year is plenty enough time to determine if something is for me and real estate isn’t. I’d talk all about it, but it’s the topic of my NaNoWriMo this year and I actually plan on starting it AND finishing it.

    Instead, let’s talk about habits and rituals and why I chose this song today. In an effort to get back into a routine (before I REALLY got back into a routine with a job), I happened upon this app called Fabulous. At a high level, it lets you make your list of tasks you want to get done on a daily basis and gives you a pretty reminder to get it done. It also has things that encourage you along the way for streaks.

    I started using it about 3 weeks ago and I must say that I am really enjoying it. One of the most important things it’s had me do is chug some water when I first get up. Didn’t really realize how important that was and I can’t honestly say that I feel a difference, but it’s pretty much a habit now. In case you’re curious, it looks like this:

    Fabulous screenshot
    Screenshot of my Fabulous app

    It’s 9:15 as of this writing, so you can see that I didn’t get my meditation in yet but I am doing the writing. I haven’t yet adjusted the times, but that’ll be later today. You see, those times were for the me that didn’t have a damn thing to do but sit in the house all day. New times will be for the me that still sits in the house all day, but also works because….routine.

    So, back to that creatures of habit concept. I didn’t know. I really didn’t know until I spent a year being completely out of my habits and routines. A year of willy nilly. A year of no frigging paychecks, lol. (Ok, a couple paychecks, but not regular paychecks.) Between the stresses (for me) of real estate and basically just floundering around like a fish missing a fin or three, I lost my way and I kinda lost myself. I didn’t want to stretch or play with my IG friends. Couldn’t bring myself to do yoga. Pole regularly? Nope. WHO IS THIS PERSON?!?!

    I don’t know who she is and I’m not going back to find out. Instead, I finally took a step for myself and said, this just isn’t for me so let’s get back to doing the damn thing. So I did. I sent out resumes and I talked to lots of people. It came down to two options and, hurt though it may, my first choice went with an internal candidate over me.

    Sidebar: Recruiters, let a candidate know up front if they are competing against internal candidates please and thank you.

    I accepted a role that is going to be exciting and fun and I don’t have to get dressed up to do it. Honestly, the worst part of any previous work day for me was the actual necessity of putting on “acceptable” clothes. Now, I can work out, shower, and throw on my new work clothes: sweats and a t-shirt.


    Well, kids, I’ve put down my fair share of words for today. Trying to get back in that writing swing before next month kicks off. Let me just say it feels good to be back in the swing of things. Oh, and pole class tonight. See ya!

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    When A Memory Strikes

    I was just watching the news and it reminded me of this story.

    When I lived in NY, one of the jobs I had was restaurant manager. Houlihan’s. And either you know that place, or ya don’t. I feel like it might have been a more northeastern thing….hold please….no, it isn’t. I had to go look. At any rate, I was a manager there.

    As just about everywhere you get a paycheck these days, we had meetings. Whole team meetings, manager meetings, food tasting meetings (right, I wasn’t complaining about these ones…the Reuben back in the day was fantastic.), meeting this, meeting tat. Well, one day, we were having a manager meeting. Or, I should say that they were having a manager meeting because I forgot about it.

    Now, I didn’t completely forget about it like, five hours later, “Oh shit! I had a meeting today!”, but instead I remembered about 20 minutes into the meeting. Being the responsible young lady that I was, *insert maniacal laughter here* I called over to the restaurant

    I just went down the rabbit hole on Houlihan’s. Saw that one of the two restaurants I worked at in NY is still open (but not the one in this story). Which then took me down a whole different road of memories and then I looked at the menu and was so happy to see some of the items I loved were still on the menu (and marked as “Classics”, lol). Some of the drinks even survived and that’s pretty amazing after two decades, but I digress.

    to apologize for my lateness and to see if I should come in (it was my day off, and yes, they still expected you to come to a manager meeting on your day off). To my surprise, a fellow manager answered the phone, which was odd since we should have been having a meeting. I explained that I had forgotten about the meeting and apologized and asked if I should head in. The reply? Oh, no. We’re not even open right now. A lady lost control of her car and it came into the window, so you don’t need to come in.

    I guess something just temporarily erased that reminder to go to work that day, cuz sure as shit that woulda messed me up for life.

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    A Quick Story

    Once upon a time, there was a girl. The girl met a boy. The girl and the boy liked each other so they started to date. As things progressed, sometimes, the girl would stay over with the boy. Whether you are a believer or a denier, gas collects in the intestinal track of girls and it must be released in some manner.

    Well, like most girls, this girl did not want to fart in front of the boy since they weren’t, you know, married or anything. It just so happened that the boy had to go to work much earlier than the girl on a daily basis. The girl would typically wake up long enough to say goodbye and then go back to sleep for a little while.

    One morning, the girl woke up to find the boy was not in the bed. Mistakenly, the girl did not look around the room. Instead, no, she didn’t fart, she totally busted ass. Like pushed one out. Like butt cheeks flapping. Much to the girl’s chagrin, the sound she immediately heard after her own sigh of relief was not silence, but the boy.

    “Nice one.”

    Girls fart too. End of story.

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    Another Home

    Dammit. Yesterday, I looked at the writing prompt. I went and picked out this video. Then I forgot to write the post. Typical me.

    Anyway, the prompt was where would you want to live that you’ve never visited, and for me, that’s super easy to say Japan. There are two places outside of the US that I would want to live and those are Mexico and Japan. Since I’ve already been to Mexico multiple times, Japan gets the go ahead for this post. (Living in Mexico is actually in my long term goals.)

    I’m not even entirely sure why I feel a draw to Japan. I love to read stories of the samurai, I definitely want to see the cherry blossoms, and their customs are simple and gorgeous. When we had the opportunity to make a trip to the Morikami museum, I simply felt at home. Photos here:

    I would like to write more intelligently about this subject, but at the moment, I have to push out another post for today and I’m a few deep in the Bonefish Grill bar, soooooo…….