45 Lessons Learned in 45 Years

I’m a little disappointed. I wanted to post this on my actual birthday, which was this past Wednesday (September 20th), but things happen like coming down with my first cold of the school year and having both of my boys home from school for 4 days. Not to mention I was sort of hoping to sweep this birthday under the rug because I just turned (gasp) 45. I’m still trying to figure out how this age just sort of crept up on me. It felt like it was just yesterday when I turned 30, then 35 and inevitably 40. But 45? Wow. And I’m not really sure how I feel about it. Thirty didn’t really bother me so much, but 35 was rough. That was okay though, it toughened me up for 40. And so far my 40s have been pretty damn good. No real complaints. I really don’t mind revealing my age to anyone who might ask because, and I’ve been told this many times from numerous sources, I don’t really look my age. I’m not humble bragging here, just repeating what the masses have said. But that was all in my early 40s. I’m not really in my early 40s anymore, am I? But I wouldn’t exactly say I’m in my late 40s either. I’m just sort of stuck right smack in the middle now and I feel it. No, not the aches and pains that come with aging. I feel 50 off in the distance, and I feel it mocking me. Birthdays kind of changed for me once I started having kids, mostly because my kids were suddenly noisy little clocks reminding me…

So When Are You Going Back to Work and Other Rude Things Said to Me

I’m so freakin’ happy!!! Wait happy? Yes, happy and most definitely relieved. I posted some time last week that I’ve been without access to work as a medical transcriptionist for quite a bit of time. Well, it’s goin’ on week 2 now and mama here needed a new gig. I also wasn’t in love with being an independent contractor. I was getting a lower rate of pay and I’ll have to pay my own taxes for the little bit of time that I had that status. No thank you… I was just re-hired by the company I left in early April. I did IC work for a company that subcontracted with the company I just left which I didn’t realize until I had started with them. It completely pissed me off because I could’ve just stayed were I was, had my taxes handled and had use of a company computer. Lesson learned. I start with them again in 2 weeks, so I’ll be treating these next 2 weeks like a vacation. I work part time because with a house to take care of and a special needs child that needs well special tending to, I have no time, or desire, to work full time. I know, how un-modern woman of me… to not want to have a career and have it all. Well, that depends on how you look at things. To me I do have it all. I have an amazing husband who works very hard so I don’t have to. Yeah, I said it. I work hard taking care of our home and children, I don’t want to have to work hard…

Lessons Learned From My Trip Down the Stairs

I’m so happy that 2015 and 2016 are over! So far 2017 has been okay. Not great and yet not sucky. Just okay. And okay is A-okay in my book because for me 2015 and 2016 were soul sucking years that I still need to fully recover from. Actually 2015 started off pretty good, but then my cat got very sick, very fast, and it was all downhill from there. One particular low point of 2015 started Thanksgiving night. We just have dinner with us, our family of 5. No one comes over and we don’t go visiting. We’ve done those ways in the past and we prefer it to be just us. This low point happened late at night, after dinner was done and I had taken my daughter to work so she could do her Black Friday shift (she volunteered so someone else could stay home and be with their family). My daughter working on Black Friday threw off our plans a bit. We usually head out and do Black Friday shopping once everyone goes to bed. Please don’t judge. Stores have the most amazing deals, you can get the bulk of your shopping done and save a HUGE amount of money. And, it’s my understanding that many of the people working Black Fridays shifts have volunteered to work. Not all, but most. My daughter works at Target, so a few hours after I dropped her off I went over to Target around midnight or so, when all of those crazy crowds have subsided a bit. I didn’t go into Target for their door buster deals or anything like that. No, my lame ass went in to pick up groceries and dog food. I wasn…

Three Ways Coaching Has Positively Impacted My Life

This post contains affiliate links. Please see my disclosure policy for more details. Last year I became a health coach. I did this for 2 main reasons: I wanted to hold myself accountable for my own health. I wanted to help others on their journey toward a healthier lifestyle. A couple of years ago I met this awesome lady on Facebook. We suffered the same awful heart condition brought on by pregnancy so we met in an online support group for this condition and we seemed to hit it off quite nicely. Then I found out she was a Beachbody Coach and that just made me love her tons and tons more! I love all things Beachbody. I’ve been a customer since 2002 when Slim in 6 was popular. In fact becoming a Beachbody Coach is something I’ve thought about for quite some time, since maybe 2010. I had ordered Chalene Extreme, which was Beachbody’s newest program at the time, and read about becoming a coach on the flyer/pamphlet that came packed up with my new program. Sadly though about a week later I literally tripped over my own foot, fell out of my front door and oh-so gracefully landed on my outstretched wrist and smashed (yes, SMASHED) said wrist in three places. Hey, when I do something it’s go BIG or go home. Surprisingly I didn’t need surgery to fix it, just six LONG weeks in a splint followed by almost four months of intense physical therapy to help restore a decent range of motion in not only my newly healed wrist but also my elbow (my splint encased my elbow s well, so it was affected too). So, the idea of becoming a Beachbody Coach was…

I Was a Shitty Mom This Past Year

Oh shit! I cursed in the title. Oh shit! I just did it again! I’m sorry for dropping the doodie bomb right out of the gate on this one, but sometimes ya just gotta say the bad word. I don’t think declaring I was a real poo poo mom this past year would’ve had the same impact; so we’re sticking with shitty. In fact, I just might actually qualify for the shittiest mom award for some of my behavior this past year. You might be wondering just what the hell happened this past year that I feel the need to declare myself a shitty mom. Well, lemme tell you… It started last September/October when little dude’s new teacher thought he might do better in a more academically challenged environment.  That meant changing his classroom, teacher and peers. I stupidly agreed to this. That was shitty. It was shitty because I was so excite about him moving into a more academically challenging environment that I didn’t even stop to think what the sudden change to his overall environment might actually do to him (spoiler alert: it wasn’t a good move).  And so they changed his class, just like that and I immediately regretted it. There was a… how can I put this nicely? Okay, there was a behaviorally challenged student in this new class and little due started picking up some really bad behaviors. Like violent behaviors. This behaviorally challenged student would do things like oh pick a desk up and throw it across the room. Guess what my little dude tried to do a few times? This behaviorally challenged student was also a hitter and now what do you think happened? Yep, little…