Off the Charts Anxiety

I’m about ready to lose my shit. I mean it! Little dude starts his extended school year session tomorrow, which is fine. I’ve come to LOVE these 5 weeks and consider them mandatory in order to maintain some level of sanity in our home because it gets little dude out of the house for 4+ hours a day and gives me, and his siblings, a bit of a break for those 4+ hours. But this year is different. This year he’ll be attending his extended school year session over at the middle school instead of the designated elementary school he’s been going to since 2010. That’s fine. In fact, I expected it. The middle school is closer to the house and I could even walk him there if I chose to. But, since he’s special needs he is entitled to take the bus, and I’ve decided to be like almost everyone else and start to take advantage of these entitlements just a little bit. However, what I wasn’t expecting was to have to walk him over to his bus stop. I wasn’t even expecting him to have a bus stop. I really thought it was going to be exactly how its been since September 2009, when he started preschool. The bus has always stopped at our front door. Now, that’s over. Well shit. I wasn’t expecting that, so I wasn’t really ready for it. Unexpected, but not the end of the world – still though it managed to raise my anxiety level up just a skooch because now we have to get up earlier and now walk to the bus stop. If we’re running…

Things I Wish I Knew Before My Cat Died

So hard to believe that I said goodbye to my furry little soul sister, CiCi, a year ago. Gotta admit, it went by fast. Well, fast since the beginning of this year – the first 6 months were hell. Even though I’m much better emotionally than I was 365 days ago not a day goes by where she doesn’t cross my mind in some way. So CiCi’s story began almost 2 years ago in July of 2015 when she suddenly went from a happy and frisky kitty to a sullen little thing who dragged herself from one room to the next. Of course this happened on a Sunday and by the time I realized, shit! She needs medical attention ASAP! even the emergency vet for our area (an hour away in Red Bank) was closed. I rushed her into our vet the following morning where they weren’t sure if she had swollen intestines or cancer. What they did know was that she needed a $2000 exploratory surgery. And so wanting her to survive and all, I left her there in the vet’s care. When I called the next day to check on her and find out what’s going on, they still had no answers. They had performed an exploratory laparotomy with biopsies on her and they wouldn’t have the results back in until the following week. I picked her up 2 days later, happy to see her, relieved she was still alive and coming home but frustrated because we still had no answers – you know, like it was all the same from say $2000 ago. When the results came back they weren’t good. They weren’t as bad as they thought…

Lost in Transcription

Ugh! I probably shouldn’t talk about this because it’s probably a big no-no to do so. But at this point, what the hell? And I swear I didn’t mean to make a rhyme there. Geez! I did it again. I don’t know why but that rhyming thing has been happening a lot lately. Like my kids just roll their eyes at me now when it happens. They might be thinking I’m doing it on purpose but I swear I’m not. Okay, so what was I talking about again? That happens a lot lately too. Ahhh… ya just gotta love perimenopause… Anyway, I’ve been unable to work now for pretty much a week. I work from home as a medical transcriptionist, healthcare documentation specialist, medical language specialist, or whatever the hell we’re referred to now. So exactly a week ago I trained on a new platform, sort of. I’ve used the platform before, just not in about 5 years. So it was more of a brush up kinda thang… and I was excited to actually start working on my new account, which should’ve happened last Tuesday. But it didn’t. Instead the company my company subcontracts with underwent a cyber attack and they immediately shut down their system. That was smart. I guess. Well, long story short, their system is still down and I, along with many other medical transcriptionists, haven’t been able to work since. I must admit that the extra time off has been nice, but now I really, really, REALLY want to get back to work. Or should I say START work. New company, new account, I was so excite! Yes…

Makeup Monday

This post contains affiliate links. Please refer to my disclosure policy for more details.ย  I love makeup. No, let me rephrase that… I LOVE makeup!!! Interestingly this profound love for all things cosmetics didn’t start until last spring (2016) when I was :::gulp::: 43. I’m almost convinced it was a midlife crisis. I mean, it’s not just men that have those, right? Women can have ’em too. Right? Anyway, I’ve calmed down a lot since I became makeup crazed a little more than a year ago. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always liked makeup. I started wearing the stuff when I was 16. I was a teenager in the 1980s so I would go a little cray cray with my eye shadow, eyeliner and lipstick. Can we say turquoise eye shadow, purple eyeliner and fire engine red lipstick? Oh, how I wish I was kidding! Last year I went contour crazy. Not as bad as the Kardashian/Jenner girls, but honestly it wasn’t that far off. That’s not the case nowadays – I will still do the contour, it’s just not as intense as say this time last year. Anyway, every Sunday afternoon I sit at my makeshift makeup table and sift through my VAST collection. I sift and I pick out which palettes, blushes, foundations, bronzers, primers and lip colors I plan to use on my face for the upcoming week. I have SO much, too much even. I’ve been doing my best to hit pan on some of the items I use more frequently and even thin out my collection a bit. I’m more into finding my holy grail products and just sticking with…

How Not To Use An Emoji Pillow

This post may contain affiliate links. Please read my disclosure policy for more details. Last summer I did a somewhat ridiculous thing. Now initially I didn’t think it was ridiculous. I actually thought it was a damn good idea. I saw one of my Facebook friends have success with this idea, so I decided to give it a go. So, what was this idea? What was this thing that I now decree ridiculous? I attempted to use an emoji pillow as a form of discipline. No, wait… that’s not the best part. It was a Poop Emoji Pillow . Go ahead… laugh. The idea was simple. It would be used in the car only, because that’s where my squad has most of their squabbles. Squaddles. ย Anyway, the idea was when they started up one of their squaddles I would pinpoint who actually started it and make them hold onto the pillow, snap a photo of them with the pillow and send it to their dad. To show him who had really sh*tty behavior that day.ย ย The friend who I got the idea from would post the photos of her kids online, but that wouldn’t have worked, especially with my little dude. He’s too much of a ham and would LOVE the attention too much. BUT, sending the photo to his dad, especially when dad was out of town on a business trip, well that was different. Simple idea, right? Well, it bombed. Like big ‘ole doody bombed. I put the pillow in the car the day after I bought it because when my husband goes out of town we usually take a long leisurely drive up to our old stomping grounds, the malls of Paramus, and I…