Cocoon Part Dos

 Yes, I know I said I was going to do part 2 yesterday but the day got away from me.  Sorry!!!

Ok, we left off where I started getting anxious and Bryan grabbed my hand, and in we walked.  Now the lady who had invited me, Debra, said they would be on the left side of the bar.  Why did I think the actual bar?  I don't know but that is where I prefer to sit.  But no, it was some tables that have been pulled together and luckily Debra waved and said hello Nicole, because like I told Bryan, I don't really know what these people look like etc.  Now I knew she was older, but you guys, the whole table was full of people in their 60's-70's.  Not a one drinking alcohol, and mainly just there for lunch and conversations.  Which is awesome!  Just, not what I thought I was getting into.  There were 2 empty seats towards the end of the table so Bryan sat at the end so he could try and hear folks, he did put in his hearing aids but later he told me it was so loud in there, he couldn't hear much of anything as far as conversation goes.  To my left was a lady who never stopped talking.  Thank God for my Bud lite and shot I finally ordered.  Turned out she taught Spanish which I took two years of Spanish 1 and still wouldn't say I can speak or understand it, but I do alright.  Our janitor at Ledge was Cuban and spoke mostly Spanish so I learned a lot from him.  One Hispanic lady even commented on how well my "tone" was or something like that.  I would call myself a chameleon because I do very well copying after being around someone for a bit.

She said she still taught so I asked her if she knew my old Spanish teacher who I adored.  She did not.  I told her I graduated in 1996.  She graduated in 1969.  She joined the Peace Corp following her man, got shipped to Peru where she had to learn Spanish, used latrines which I was confused AF about.  She had to wear long skirts and bugs ate her legs up.  She has a daughter that had twins and somehow lost her poop chute which she said is common in ladies with multiples, thank God I never had multiples!  And since it is considered diseased you can't do the organ donor thing.  Then, she asked me if I sewed.  I thought she was referring to my dress, so my dumb ass said oh heck no, I got this at the Goodwill!  I didn't.  I actually paid over 50 bucks for this dress at Kohls but whatever Nicole.  She just never stopped talking.  Finally, it was time to leave, I had to go to the restroom, everyone else had left so I was hoping she would leave as well.  Nope, I came out of the restroom, and she was standing with Bryan at the door waiting.

She gave us her number so we could reconnect, but I am kind of disappointed to say, I haven't reached out but things have been busy and I am not sure I want to either.  She's a lot.  I noticed all of these marks on her hands and arms, she told her dog, which is a dachshund, which I am familiar with being rude ass dogs, bites her and scratches her to get bites of her food when she is eating.  And sometimes when she comes to sit on the couch and he is there, he growls at her, so she goes and sits elsewhere.  I felt by the end of the visit, my energy had just been sucked out of me!  😂   Very sweet and nice people, just not really our crowd for sure.  The waitress/bartender, she was HOT.  Bryan was thrilled when she leaned over the table and her boobs all out there, she apologized to him, and he was like oh no problem.  Heck no, not a problem!!  She was awesome to me though, and Bryan even ordered some wings.  He said they were medium but at one point I looked at him, and his forehead was all sweaty.  Next thing I knew, he excused himself to the bathroom, but he told me later the sweat literally started dripping into his lap so he had to go "wash up!"  But tasty he said!!!!  LMAO!

I can't see me ever doing that again, but it was an experience for sure!

XOXO ~ Nicole

Cocoon Part 1

 Happy October!!!  I know, I feel like I have been a bit gloom and doom lately.  Not sure if it is just my perspective or what but although I didn't sleep well last night, I am still happy.  Remember, I am one of those who needs like 9+ hours and that didn't happen.  We will get to why a little later.  This is my favorite month if you don't already know this from reading my blog.  I adore Halloween and have even gotten better about dressing up since I am not such a fat ass anymore.  I am also a huge fan of horror movies so of course October is not going to disappoint.  So many that are not usually free on any of our platforms.  And Bryan allows me to watch them 24/7 if I choose. :)  And that is a big deal because it is football season!  But I have to admit, sometimes I don't mind watching them with him.  It has been so long, I can even at times figure out which team is which.  And he doesn't get loud and scary like he did when we drank.

**********Started writing this yesterday********

I was too tired.  Let's see, I started yesterday which was Sunday so Saturday, Bryan and I went to a "gathering" at a bar I used to frequent called Crazy Frogs.  It was kinda crazy going there and thinking about past memories where I would go just to get out of the house and away from Bryan and the kids. Especially Bryan back then because he was that mean drunk.  Sometimes he would meet me there on his way home from work and have a few drinks, then I was always proud to show him off.  But honestly there were many times I went up there on my own, sat at the bar like the other "singles", and would meet the coolest people, or the weirdest people.  I think I also smoked cigarettes back then as well which would make sense because now the smell of cigarettes makes me want to vomit.  But I wasn't a "small" girl back then, so it wasn't like I had men falling all over me often.  And the bartenders knew me, so I didn't feel like I was going to get stolen.  Anywho, Bryan and I went to that "gathering" there which was folks from Next Door.  I am not sure if I have spoken of it before, but it is a community website that I joined a long time to ago to be nosey.  But then it also turned into a place to meet new friends, buy/try homemade foods, and also even help other neighbors.  While I have been "unemployed", many folks on there have stepped up and helped us out and I have been blessed enough to have been first on a lot of posts that were giving away free foods.  There is a group that meets every Thursday at Denny's, and recently they started trying new spots.  I got the invite and of course was like hell yea, it's a bar!!  I told Bryan and he offered to take me/go with me since technically I didn't know any of these people.  I was pumped until we got there and while we were walking in, I got nervous.  My anxiety kicked in, my stomach started hurting, but Bryan grabbed my hand and in we went!

Part 2 Tomorrow - Didn't have the greatest start to this morning either but will tell you then.

XOXO ~ Nicole

Couponing!!!!

 Guys and Gals, if you have a Kroger - run don't walk to get this deal!!!

XOXO ~ Nicole

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Extreme Couponing Deal!!!

Yall - All of these for 11 bucks!!  Yes, one is missing because the hubby put it in the fridge lol.

X0X0 ~ Nicole

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What Color Do You See?

Have you ever seen the movie The Color Purple?  I watched it as a young child actually.  I know, strange, I was around 6 or 7.  But I loved it and my grandma on my dad's side would pop in the VHS for me.  They had the big furniture tv, you know what I am talking about, and I would sit on the carpet as close as I could to watch the movie.  As I got older, I loved the books we had to read in school like A Raisin in the Sun, To Kill a Mockingbird, you get it.  My family, they are actually quite racist so maybe I bonded with that, being abused myself, no food, feeling like a slave.  And it is quite ironic to me when I as my aunt says, "was drunk and lost your mind over us using the N word" when I brought up the fact that what happened if Claire or Taylor decided to date a black person.  And now here we are, Claire is engaged and having a baby with a black man!  LOL 😂 I personally find it quite humorous.

Most of our family has passed away on my dad's side, well, just his parents because he is a family of 6. and then on my side, very few of us left.  By my side I mean maternal.  My younger years spent many weekends over at Grandma's and Pops with my dad's family and kids. It was a blast!  All of the adults drank, us kids ran "wild", there were different rooms with card games, board games, domino games...  Plenty of snacks, sodas, and like a quarter to bring someone a beer.

We played inside, outside - I mean just think 6 children that are now adults and their children.  We had a playroom, filled with toys that Grandma has collected over the years from each kid etc.  Sometimes we would sleep over as well.  Not one of us kids would ever complain about going over there.  There was a tree in the backyard I tried to climb.  I was big about climbing trees - tomboy of course but I also loved using my imagination up there.  There was a tree that was "naked", like no bark.  I got all the way almost to the top and I slipped.  I held on as I slid down, had shorts on, and lost all the skin on the inside of my legs.  Now when I see those trees, I look at them with daggers.    One of the "game rooms" my grandma also had a station bicycle and then a large area where she cut her fabric.  Us kids would take turns riding that bike, one foot on each pedal, like a ride at Chuck E Cheese to us.  Now that I think about it, I think us three were there more than the others, but I am sure Grandma babysat us as well.  And if you have been following, my Mother wasn't aways in the picture.  Her choice.  We always wait and hope and wish to get older, and now, we look back and how I wish we could go back to those younger simpler days.  Hell, what happened to the damn ice cream man?  Even my kids had those.

XOXO ~ Nicole

Let Me Be Who I Am Meant To Be

How are we doing today?  I am feeling pretty awesome today!  Still no job, but I did manage to win almost 500.00 on an app on my phone playing slots.  Yes, I know - lots of scam artists out there but Bryan and I both did lots of research prior.  He still didn't believe me and had won over 600.00 bucks but gave it all back.  If you have ever played slots in real life, that can happen easily.  When I first started, I was up a lot and gave it back as well.  But then out of the blue, I started hitting big and decided to try and cash out.  After getting my identity confirmed, etc. - honestly, it was a lot of steps but made me feel safer as well, the money was in my bank account!  We went to Kroger to get some stuff, got me a little vodka, paid bills, it was a good day.  Of course, now I am trying hard to win again but the cool thing is, you really do not have to pay to play.  Just collect - but I can't lie and say I haven't thrown some cash here and there over the month I have been playing.  But I can say that win, I hadn't spent a dime to get, had just been collecting so I am still feeling pumped!

Of course, when I told my aunt, her first statement was oh you have to pay taxes on that.  I said woman, we will cross that bridge when we get there.  She also mentioned trying DoorDash again which I told her yes, I have thought about it, but gas is so expensive now.  She said Well it worked before paying your bills and you have to do what you have to do, which frustrated me.  But then I reminded her I had unemployment then, that paid the majority of the bills, along with Bryan's SS.  I have been applying and applying.  I am not sure what else to do.  I am going to call the unemployment office again Monday to see if they have anything that might help.

I have been playing around with the idea of OnlyFans or Fans Only; I always confuse the name.  My biggest concern is that working against me to get a job/career in the professional field.  I have it mostly set up - Just need to add my info to get paid and get started.

Bryan is worried about me being too naive, and someone finding out where we live, and I completely get that.  We need money though.  And I am too old and chunky for the pole!!!   LOL

***Update- Still waiting to hear back from OnlyFans but last night I also stumbled along a sports bar/strip club hiring.  So, I sent over my information, and they asked me to come in for an interview.   I put on a dress, did my hair, put on my boots and away we went!  It is not in the best area, but I was determined to do it on my own because of course Bryan was already nay saying it.  It is literally on a corner right by the freeway - again odd place, I think.  I went in, and of course there was a young girl working the front desk looking like she hadn't eaten in a month.  She wasn't very nice either and I don't believe I ever saw her teeth once.  I explained to her and then another manager that came out.  He didn't seem impressed either.   He asked what I was interviewing for and I told him I needed a job and would be willing to do just about anything.  He ushered me to a table with an application to fill out.  Filled it out based on the same information I had sent via email, showed him where my cell # was, thanked him for his time, and left.  I felt rejected but still proud of myself for going.  Then, this morning I check my email and it is from them telling me how they are looking forward to seeing me Saturday night.  I responded and let them know what happened.  So, we shall see!!

***One more update:  I reached out to one of the companies I had done an assessment for and hadn't heard back.  She said you have to get a 70, and I got a 67 but said she would resend it and I could do it again.  That morning was the morning Billy Jean passed away so I hope today is better.  Come on 70!!!!!!!!!!

XOXO ~ Nicole  💗💖💋😎

Angels Among Us.

 Ok, have to share this. Last night, Billy Jean came and visited me multiple times. I had just gotten in bed, got under the covers, and then I felt and heard a cat jump up at my feet. Grabbed my phone to use the light, assuming it was Olivia cause even for a big girl, she nimble- but there was nothing there. Later, I woke up and heard her twice under my bed. She had just taken to sleeping under there when she got sick. The last night, she went into the living room like normal, so we thought even then, YAY she is getting better!!

Thank You, Princess, for coming to visit with me, even if it is the last time. <3

RIP Princess Billy Jean Moore

 It is with a heavy heart that I have to say this. We lost Princess Billy Jean around 6 am this morning. She was the runt of the litter, and what a little fighter she has been since day one. Billy Jean, you have gained your little wings, and I know we have family members there in Heaven to give you lots of love, treats, and toys. We love you always!!!!

PS. Bryan woke me up at 6 am, still dark outside and in my room. The rest of the house was flooded with light. He heard a noise, he looked behind the couch, and there was Billy Jean passed away. I hate that he woke me up and showed me her like that. She could have been sleeping but I knew she wasn't. I also know Bryan was just as upset and needed my strength. And I was strong for as long as I could be. I miss you already so much Billy Jean. <3

I Wish We Could Choose Our Mom.

 Must be a "talking" day for me, but, if you have been reading long enough, you know I can be a bit of a rambler.  But that is what I like about blogging.  It's my blog and if I want to jump around like I am on crack-cocaine, I can.  😂 

I don't know why, actually I do, I saw a scene earlier in a movie that made me think about it.  Back when I was younger, I mentioned I went and visited my Mother every summer.  There was no choice.  I lived with my aunt in Houston from the age of 10 until I graduated high school.  My aunt had "custody" at the time I was with her, but she didn't realize that because she never got any paperwork at all.  So, my mother ruled over me through her.  I wasn't allowed to cut my hair.  And I HAD to go visit her every summer no matter what.  My Mother used me as pawn to make my aunt do what she wanted.

The only good thing about going to visit my Mother in the summers was I got to see my BFF Vashti.  We met in elementary school, and she also happened to live in the same town homes as we did.  I have fond memories of trekking through the woods, trails, etc. to get to her area.  When I did live with my Mother there, going to Vashti's house was amazing in the fall.  My very own Terabithia.  I thought it pretty amazing how each time my Mother moved, we were always right next or close to Vashti and her mom.  I found out later from Vashti's mom that my Mother purposedly moved to where they were because they were built-in babysitters.  I thank God for that because without Anne and Vashti, I would have been starving all the time, and I got to see what a family was supposed to be like.

One night, we were living in an apartment complex where Vashti and her mom were literally next door.  I do not remember everything.  I remember being confused, scared, and that my Mother was trying to kill herself.  I found out later in life from my aunt that my Mother had called her while she was in the bathtub (I do remember her taking a bath -she loved taking bubble baths with music and wine and candles) and told her she was going to commit suicide and wanted me to find her.  ME!  A child.  And her in a tub full of blood after cutting her wrists.  My aunt ended up calling Anne and she brought me to her apartment.  My aunt then called the police.  And you know what, my Mother was angry at her!  I know she went to a mental hospital for a bit.  I don't recall if I stayed with Vashti and her mom or not.  I do remember when she came back, she acted like it was the best "vacation" she ever had.

A lot of my childhood wasn't pretty.  But I can tell you that back then, I poured all of my imagination into writing stories, playing Barbies - Man Vashti and I could play for hours - No one ever compared to her when it came to Barbies.  We could turn ANYTHING into Barbie land.  I miss her.  Sadly, we lost her to cancer, and I believe someday her aunt and uncle are supposed to be bringing me the Barbie stuff.  I will need to check on that.

XOXO ~ Nicole

Now That's A Woman Who Knows What She Wants.

 I called our Insurance Agent lady because since my car is now paid off, I wanted to remove the full coverage to see if it would save us some money.  Boy, did it!!!  And I kept PIP, and whatever it is called for if an uninsured motorist hits me.  I barely drive these days so no need to spend money we do not have.  Of course, I had to call because Bryan was all I don't know and you handle that....  I am sure you get it.

Anyway, I am chatting with her, and we get to talking while she was looking into prices based on our policy.  Perimenopause & Menopause popped up.  I was telling her how I had the ceiling fan on, a box fan pointed at me, and a bladeless fan right next to my head on the bedside table.  She proceeded to tell me she has all of, kept the house AC on 67, AND had a window unit installed in their bedroom!!!!

She said anytime her husband gets up to change the house thermostat to even a degree higher, she wakes up and knows.  So, then she gets up and changes it back.  I thought this lady is awesome and her husband must get really frustrated with her.  But then she said that it is the only reason I work.  I pay for the electric bill, and I am paying on that unit window.  Well worth it.

I want to be like her when I grow up.

X0X0 ~ Nicole

Tarot Cards 🎴

 What do you know about tarot cards?  I am not sure if I have posted about them yet, but funny enough. my Mother turned me onto them when I was 9 or 10.  Her bed was always super comfy, pretty, with tons of pillows.  It always smelled like her perfume in her room, and she normally burned candles every evening.  It was a dreamy experience, and my Mother was actually bringing me into something she cared about.  She was showing me attention as well!  At that time, I was only spending summers with her, so I did not have my own room.  I slept with her.  I had gotten swimmers ear and was miserable in the bed.  She was out.  She came home with a gentleman, and he scooped me up and deposited me on the couch so they could have sex.  I say all of that to try to emphasise how important this seemed to me.

She had me sit up there with her one the page and I remember her bringing out a small bag, and then cards.  I remember thinking how I had seen something like this is in horror movies, I have been watching those since as long as I can remember, but I wasn't scared.  I was excited.  I honestly do not remember anything else really about it.  But tarot cards have always been an interest to me.  Along with Ouija boards, the craft, crystals, etc.  I did post how I still feel like I got Bryan to have more interest in me by doing a spell from one of our books my BFF Vashti and I adored.  I just got my own cards.  It's a process.  You have to wait, look, search, until a deck speaks to you.  I didn't think I would ever find one, but I have.  I have given myself two readings and I can say the first one left me wanting to cry.  I had my music, fans, vanilla in the air, it was perfect.  What brought me almost to tears was how spot on it was.  How it made me feel!  I am going to give myself the third one today.  I have a whole ritual where I wash my hands, relax, and just get in tuned with my feelings, thoughts, and those cards.

I hope one day soon, I will be able to help others with it.  Bryan will be my first.  He has finally decided it will not steal his soul.

XOXO ~ Nicole

Cheaper Than Therapy

 I have told you guys about my dreams I believe.  I have always dreamed, I remember even now dreams, well nightmares, that I had as a small child, and they seemed to repeat often.  After getting older and taking mental health meds, they are like movies!!  During Celexa, a lot of them were scary.  I wanted them to stop as much as possible and would try to wake right myself up, even though sometimes I would go right back into them.

Now, with Zoloft, the dreams are definitely still movies, but they are so intense!!  Scary, not so much.  There are sometimes they get that way.  One night I had a dream that had snakes.  I hate snakes!!!!!  I woke up a few times, made myself go back to sleep, but then continued to fall back into it.  The final time was when one latched on to my foot and I woke up because my leg/foot it was on seemed to be on fire, I did a fast kick and scared myself awake.

Otherwise, I quite like them.  I get to see old family members, went to Disney so many times in my dreams (been once and that was enough) but seem to get lost in every dream there, see my two old favorite bosses often, etc.  

I started the above yesterday    -This part yesterday 9/26 - and then completely lost my train of thought.  Today I went and spent the day over at Amanda's!  I enjoyed hanging in her pool, ended just being her and as well because the kids' friends were busy.  So, it was just her, I, snacks, I thought there was going to be music, but I forgot she is a HUGE Texans fan, she even has season tickets.  She plans on letting Bryan and I go to one of the games.  Not thrilled about it but down to do it for Bryan.  So, pool, good time and chatting with my friend, y'all she is just adorable!  Blonde hair, freckles, she looks to me just like she did when we met in high school!  And she looks happy - that is the most important thing!!!  I also took my sunscreen and applied that bitch like a pro!  I got serious burnt last time and recently Bryan got a skin cancer scare.  She said I will be old by then, but I told her, I don't want to be Juno You're Case Worker from Beetlejuice when Grayson is on his way!  I am going to be a GIGI!!!  No kid gonna run to their grandparent or older relative when they look like the crypt keeper, smell like pee, you know what I mean.  Luckily for her, I think, her kids are young.  I know we are all going to die sometime, but I would rather it not be that.  Also, sleeping, showering, a lot of damn things, HURT, when you are sunburnt.    Now I did get a little red on my face and some on the shoulders, but I did it three times, so I know I did my best!

Ok so for the dreams.  I keep forgetting to go back to it because I try not to think about them too much.  Nightmares like I said, and at such a young age!!  The first one I remember was my dad driving our station wagon, my Mother in the passenger seat.  We were singing along to the radio, and I feel like I remember pulling into a drive-in movie because we had those then.  My Mother's laugh was contagious.  And when she smiled at you and her attention was on you, you felt like A Princess, or I thought ((I was going to write about being the favorite child, but my brother was maybe 4 or 5) and I have heard that my maternal grandparents preferred me over my brother.  Not surprised, I was born to a young mom, and I lived with them a lot back then.  But it wasn't my brother - it was my dad, it was other men in the neighborhood, her own brother and stepdad.  "I am beautiful, and I am the 🌟 she had to be the life of the party."  I thought she was beautiful and I am sure she still is, but eventually that blackness starts seeping out, you should and will infect the rest of your body.  

In the dream, I stood up in the back behind my Mother's seat and gave her a hug around her neck, not too hard, and she laughed and told me to give her a kiss.  So, I started to turn her head and I did, it fell off in my hands, my tiny child hands, and she started screaming at me for "breaking" her.

The other I am convinced is probably from The Shining because I am riding around on that big wheel in corridors like the movie.  But each time I arrive in the room I think should get me out, there is a damn pencil sharpener on the corner of it.  And no matter how many times I try to stop, I keep going and slam my forehead into the corner and pencil sharpener.  And I am like "Danny's" age.

Ok, So I have done word vomited on you guys and I am SO sorry.  Some days, the words just flow.  Other days, I don't struggle but don't have the feeling like I do now.  My fingers and brain feels like they are ALIVE!!!!!!  LOL

XOXO ~ Nicole

Do You Hear Voices?

 I do.  Now, I know you are going to start thinking perhaps I am like Taylor and need psychosis meds and so on, but I don't.  At least not yet anyway.  Although on my maternal side there is a high possibility of dementia and Alzheimer's.  But what I hear, I would compare it more like to PTSD.  Or so I have been told.

It's always at night.  It used to be mostly hearing the kids from when they were little.  And then of course I would hear what I thought was Bryan either yelling at the kids or yelling at something.  But the thing is, it isn't happening.  It feels like it is though.  It also goes back to my younger years where I was abused physically, emotionally, and sexually - so if I think the bedroom door opens, I immediately start to wake.  It doesn't help that our Cuban neighbors seem to play their music ALL THE TIME.  I can hear it when it is low (because of the base), when they use it as an alarm, and when they have it blaring of course.  They are AMAZING neighbors, but my room is right there by their living room which stinks.

If I don't get enough sleep because of them, then I hear even more.  Ugh.  I have been trying different types of ZEN music to help but blessedly the past two nights, they have been super quiet and no music at all at times.  Could have something to when I went over there Saturday, I had been sad for I think 2 days by then, and they were bumping!  I just texted them; we are family-like, and I may have mentioned to one of our couple friends that I haven't been getting much sleep due to the music.  If they said something. God Bless.

So, if you couldn't figure that out, I didn't get the position.  He chose the lady who interviewed after me.  The HR lady still loves me and since they are an e-commerce company, she has a new position coming soon she wants me to apply.  In the meantime, I continue to apply.

XOXO ~ Nicole

When Did I Get So Old?

 *Singing*  Here I go, again on my own....

That is just a lame way of saying yes, I have been absent again from you guys.  I am still in the process of finding a job that is hourly or salary, and not just commission.  We can't live like this, if you want to even call it that.  And like I mentioned, the family and Claire have been helping.

I had an interview yesterday, well 2, the first one with HR and then the hiring manager.  It was all via Google Meet because the position is a work from home which I really need.  I'm old now.  I can't stand 8 plus hours like I could when I was younger.  This position is only paying 14.00 an hour, but I gotta start somewhere.  It's sad to think how much I was making and where I am now.  I really like the life insurance, but I feel like all of my hard work is just getting eaten up by chargebacks etc.  Doesn't seem worth it.

As I was saying, the interviews went alright.  Of course, both of them are around Claire's age.  I also had to take assessment tests and Lord let me tell you, when I saw the math portion, waaa waaa waaaa.  I am HORIBBLE at math.  That's why God made calculators!  There were percentages, subtraction of huge numbers, and what comes next on these weird shapes.  When she told me I fell below the score slightly, I figured it would be that one, considering most of my shit were guesses.  But nope, it was the email portion.  I failed to remember there was a certain number of letters that needed to be used.  She loves me, so she chatted with guy who would does the final interview and he agreed to interview me.

That was fun.  Not.  He mentioned he was in The Philippines.  Tell me why my dumbass said, Oh wow - How is Thailand?  Yup, I did.  That's another thing about me.  I suck at geography and get lost super easily.  Everything went great until we did the mock customer phone call.  Started off well, and then I started getting nervous and choked.  I talked to the HR girl after, and she pretty much told me that was the only issue and how he has one more interview the next morning.  She let me know she was going on vacation but stay by the phone because she wanted to hopefully get me rescheduled to try that part again.

I didn't sleep well because I kept waking up to look at my phone to see what time it was because I can easily sleep until 10-11 am.  Plus, Bryan and I went to Uncle Albert's for a few hours.  I needed out of the house.  Listened to music, watched people, I had 2 beers and a nasty shot.  Bryan drank his Coca-Cola.  He is so stinking cute!  I was in bed sound asleep by 11 pm which is not abnormal for us.  Makes me think of my great-grandparents because every night they watched the 10pm news and then went to bed.  I got up around 9 am, took some Tylenol because I'm old, ate, and just been dragging.  Definitely not my normal energetic self.  Oh, and there were some tears last night also prompting to want to get out of the house for a bit because I am trying so hard for this 14.00 an hour position.  It's hard to wrap my mind around it but God knows what is best.

I am still waiting.  I never heard from anyone this morning.  Now she did tell me she was going on vacation but begged and pleaded I be available.  So, I sit here thinking, is no news good news?

XOXO ~ Nicole

Happy 17 Years My Love!

 First, I wanted to start off apologizing for being kind of missing.  Been having what I call sad days.  Especially today.  I have no idea why, it is our 17th wedding anniversary, and I was so excited yesterday only to feel like impending doom was on its way when I woke up.  I know it has a lot to do with the fact that I still do not have a job, no income coming in but family and friends that help, Bryan has his social security, and we are still working hard on Taylor's.  I knew Bryan wanted to go and eat, and don't get me wrong, I love to eat especially out to eat because it is something we do not get to do very often being broke jokes.  But my stomach has still been a little cranky since I got so sick from Bingo.  I went though, and yes, the food was delicious and who doesn't like people watching?  We go to this buffet which I know sounds ridiculous for an anniversary lunch, but it is close to the house, and the variety and choices like sushi, veggies, honestly everything is so fresh and yum.  Came home, feeling a little stuffed, I tried hard not to shovel food into my face because after my sickness, I lost weight! LOL.  Imagine that!  Got home and decided to take a nap.  Yes, I know, awful for you but I hoped to "feel" better after mentally.

I didn't.  Actually, I started feeling a bit anxious in between catnapping.  Still not sure why.  Luckily, I was able to book an appointment for my refills and chatted with my doctor about it.  It was kind of ironic because she got up and closed the door and then talked to me about how she also was having a sad day.  She said she was normally happy, bubbly, (like me), but at lunch she was sad.  That made me cry again but smile as well.  Then I found out from hu hubby's step brother-in-law that he was gifting us the X-Box giveaway that I missed out on!!  Bryan and Taylor are going to be so excited! So, through all the tears and fake smiles, it has been a good day.  Happy Anniversary Husband-Of Mine!  Forever and Ever!!!!!!!

XOXO ~ Nicole

Holy Crap, Santa is Hiring!!

 The hubs found a good deal on a rack for the plants. He has quite the green thumb and keeps the outdoors and indoor plants happy and heathy. I kill them all. Anywho, he was so excited when the box arrived this morning. Like a little kid, it was super cute!

I continued doing my thing and then come out into the living room and see my man looking like he signed up for Santa!!!

All jokes aside though, he is enjoying doing this, said it is like big Legos. And it helps a lot for exercising his hands. I love him so much!!

XOXO ~ Nicole

PS. Final photo coming soon! <3🌱🌲🌷🌹🌸🍂🍁🌼🌺

Final product!!!  <3

You guys, I do not know what is going here with the black etc.  We shall just call it art!

Baby Momma Bear 🐻

 As you guys know, Claire is pregnant and lives in Kansas.  I like to say currently because I hope and pray daily, she returns back home.  She has been approved for KanCare or something like that.  For me, it is equivalent to WIC, Medicaid, etc.  They told her she needed to get her social security card updated because it still has the last name Fige instead of Moore.  Feel free to dig into older posts for that "Jerry Springer" story.  She had the paperwork with her as well from Bryan's dad who was a lawyer that drew up the documents to have her last name legally changed to Moore.  She called us afterwards and said, "That lady was so rude!"  Bryan and I both told her unfortunately many of those people do not enjoy their jobs.  I had one a few weeks ago that made me so angry, I almost cried.  But as we know, Claire is a red-head and tends to have way much more firecracker than her Momma.  Below is her conversation with the rep in person.

Lady:  Why wasn't this taken care of when the paperwork was done?

Claire:  I don't know, I was 4.

Lady:  Well, why didn't your parents get it taken care of?

Claire: Again, I don't know, I was 4.

All I can say is watch out for pregnant red heads y'all.

Book Readers Come Hither!!

Guys, I am not sure who is more excited about reading and reviewing books, me or the person I am helping!!!!  Stay tuned for more updates.  

XOXO ~ Nicole

Sick, but Still a Coupon Princess 👸!

 This stomach virus I picked up from Bingo, it ain't playing.  I started feeling better yesterday I thought but then woke up again in the middle of the night, super sweaty, and had diarrhea again.  I didn't get out of bed until around 9:30. Ate some bland noodles, drank lots of water, laid back down.  Woke up again with well, you know, drank more water and laid back down.  It has been a day.  But I was able to get some couponing done in between!  I told Bryan, now this was over a few days, but when I told him he said, so you just woke up and made sure to check deals when you were sick??

No silly, I had some things I had to check on and while I did those, scanned a few deals and voila!!  You're welcome.

That is 3 13.5 lbs. of cat food, 18 total.  The smaller bags were an oopsie and paid sadly 18 for those but that was on me.  Damn you sickness!!!  And then that is 5 12 count toilet paper for..... 8 bucks!!!

XOXO ~ Nicole

Well, That Wasn't on My Bingo Card

Wow, what a few days it has been!!!  We went to Mandy's birthday party at the bingo place.  It wasn't too far luckily but we were to be there at 6:30. We stopped at the gas station to get us each a Monster.  We stopped drinking those after we stopped Door Dashing, but we knew we were going to need them going out later than the norm.  We are home bodies and I am a day drinker.  Plus, I don't care for crowded places, but I really wanted to go for Mandy, and I would have loved to have won some monies!!!!

When we walked in, they have a guard at a desk.  There is a sign no bringing drinks, food, etc. because they have a kitchen and "bar".  The games started at 7, but Mandy wanted to make sure they had enough tables/seats because there were quite a few of us.  I noticed it smelled like stale cigarettes but figured it was from when they used to allow it maybe.  It was an older building.  Bryan pointed out that it was tied to VFW so that was cool.  After we sat our stuff down and gave Mandy her gift to open later, she pointed us to the line where you buy your stuff to play.  We got in line and (they take cash only) I told Bryan what Mandy has said to buy.  Like I said, our first time (and last!!).  We each got the 60-dollar packet, and they kept mention computers.  I even saw on the website win computers!!  My ass thought they were talking about laptops.  Nope.  They were not.

We walk over to the table where Mandy is sitting with us (Thank God) clutching our receipt with these little other receipts to it.  She explains to us we need to go over to this other area to get the "computers", and when she pointed, I had assumed it was the bar because it said Triple Crown in big lights, it was not and apparently the name of the place.  We go over there and there is one gentleman who does not speak English manning the "computers".  I shall call them tablets from now on because they reminded me of those you can play at Buffalo Wild Wings.  We show him our tickets like we are in line at Costco, and he just pointed to the tablets and said, any one!

Bryan and I each had 5 tablets.  I gather mine up and precariously walk back to the table looking like a complete dumb-ass, I am sure.  I look around and see then how they just stacked theirs on top of each other.  Touche. 

Mandy shows us how to set them up.  Kind of in a half circle shape.  I'm stressed, so Bryan and I go to the concession/bar.  They actually had some delicious looking food; I can't complain about that.  Their little bar was to the left, and I was shocked they had beer on tap!  I thought, score!!!  7 bucks for a pitcher of Bud Lite - sold!!!  Order my pitcher, was it the biggest pitcher, no - but I could easily get 4 glasses out of it or share if I choose to in my plastic cups.  In front of Mandy and her two friends sitting across from Bryan and I, they have the paper sheets with a "dauber" AND the tablets!  I start to get a little overwhelmed, thinking I had to keep up with both - I mean that is a LOT going on y'all.  Husband of the Year saw right away though, we both started asking more questions, I poured another cup of beer, and lo and behold the tablets played on their own and we didn't purchase the paper ones!  That meant sit back, drink, eat, and watch your electronic devices!  Now right now you may ask about the cleanliness.  Negative.  I never saw anyone wipe those stupid tablets down - but I would wash my hands when I went to the restroom and drink more to not think about it.

But guys, no one told me that we were going to be there until 11 pm at night!  I ended up getting a second pitcher, only finished half, Bryan and I shared a fry because we had all intentions of grabbing a bite on the way home.  Playing was expensive enough (and no wins) so we didn't want to spend more than we had to.  Between games, I got bored and wandered around.  Guys, they had slot machines!!!!  I love slot machines, but as soon as I opened the door and walked into the "room", people were smoking.  And there was no roof!  It was just an area for the machines and closed off I guess enough.

We left; Mandy loved her gift and card I made for her that I posted the other day.  We start driving home and every place is either closed or the drive-thru is around the block because it is after 11 and now the good folks coming home from bars/clubs need sustenance.

We get home, I am exhausted, animals still need to be fed, Taylor checked on (he did great other than forgetting to lock the front door) - Bryan, bless his heart, took care of everything while I got ready for bed.  Brushed my teeth, walking to my bed, and I throw up on the carpet.  Not a lot, I used to be as Bryan and Claire would say, The Puke Queen (I hated it), but enough where it did need a little cleaning.  I had started on it but then Bryan came to check on me, so he cleaned up the rest and I went to bed.

When I woke up yesterday morning, I felt awful.  Like hangover awful so I figured maybe drinking the draft after not for some time and no dinner, and lack of sleep.  You know girlfriend needs like 9 plus.  I ate some ramen with some Tylenol, went back and laid down for a few hours.  Oh, and made sure to drink lots of water and some pickle juice!  Laid back down around 12 and slept for a few more hours.  I was having diarrhea by then.  Again, chalked it up the draft beer.  But I just felt crummy all day, no matter what.  At 7 pm, I called it a night and went to bed.  All night, I had the worst pressure in my lower tummy.  I knew it was gas but the best way I can compare it to is after you have surgery and it is all just "stuck" in there.  If I tried to toot, I was scared I would shit my bed.  My stomach would just make these awful growling noises and cramp so badly.  Each time I woke up, my blankets and pillow were SOAKED with sweat.  I kept trying to find a nice safe dry place like back in the old days when you would have sex and didn't want to sleep in the wet spot.  And then you lay there shaking cold as the sweat dries on your body on somewhat damp areas.

Finally, never thought I would be so excited, but I started passing gas around 4 am.  They gave me such relief in my damp, sweaty, cold ass bed.  I hope and hoped for more and I occasionally got larger ones that smelled like something died.  I tried my best to get in like the fetal position but it hurt so much to move.My stomach is still very sore, feels like I got punched in my stomach a few times, but I can see the Sunshine on the horizon!!!!  And I will never go there again.

Love, Nicole 

PS.  Mandy's gift wrapping - Hey, got to use what we got!

PSS. Sorry I didn't get to post yesterday.  Google has been taking a crap on me.

Who Are You Today?

 How did you sleep last night?  I slept well, like I mentioned in a previous post, that is not an issue this time around.  Some mornings I do not even get out of bed until noon.  Bryan and I have this thing where if I am not up by 11 am, he comes and checks on me.  When you have a wife with mental health issues, I am sure it is compared to turning the handle on that damn Jack-in-the-Box.  Awful toy.  But he is my rock.  And he can tell just how I respond if I am having a good day or bad one.  I kept waking up in the middle of the night for one, and then it seemed like my left arm was hurting, tingling, so then I thought I was having a heart attack and sniffed for burnt toast.  Something I have been told.  No clue if is real or not though.  Imagine when I used to watch House.  I was pretty sure I was dying from whatever disease they had going on.  I had to stop watching that for my own mental health.  LOL.

Then that one stopped and a little later, the right arm started doing the same thing!    And sometimes, it felt like my fingers were asleep.  After I got up, my wrists were bothering me and so is my upper back, around my neck area.  I took some IB Profin about an hour ago so that is helping.  I guess it is just one of the wonders of getting old.  As my dad says, getting old is not for the weak.  Now of course it didn't help that I went to bed worried about money, the text I sent for help, but the Zoloft is still helping tremendously.  Somehow, I am able to just shut that off and go back to sleep.

I am very happy someone close to me is helping with the bills.  I still have that one application pending, continue to pray on that one.  That was a sigh of relief when the text response was good news, but then I log in to check on my status for getting approved to make a profit on my blog, only to get discouraging news.  If you are a writer, or even a dreamer, you know how that can hurt.  If any of my blog readers have any ideas or ways to help, please do.  We would be so appreciative!!  It made me not want to write.  It made me think why am I doing this?  And then I remembered that you are doing this because Nicole you like to write.  And you love blogging.  And you do have readers out there that care. 

This evening Bryan and I are going to Mandy's birthday party.  It is BINGO Ya'll!!   At first, I was like I do not have gray hair.  But she got me ad Bud Lite and the snack bar.  And Bryan is the DD!!!!  Wish me luck!

~ Nicole

Ramen for you, Ramen for me....

 Are you a ramen fan? I know I am, and my family. We like to get the cheap ones that I am sure most of you guys are familiar with. But we add things to the ramen to make it "fancy". Hard boiled eggs, maybe some veggies, and recently I used the beef flavored ramen and added some canned diced tomatoes and of course some of the juice. DELICIOUS!! What all have you tried?

***This post is originally from different platform, but the responses are so AWESOME, I must share!!!! I will post more another day.

XOXO ~ Nicole

PS. I highly suggest you watch The Ramen Girl. It i scute, makes you hungry, and feel goods inside. <3

Holding It Together-ish

 I feel like I have so much going on right now.  I don't, but it seems like it.  I guess it is more emotional than anything.  I have one position left still being reviewed that I applied to for a worm from home job that pays salary AND commission.  I know, a Unicorn for sure!!!  Claire has been helping us along with other friends and family members, but we are at the point now where Claire needs to use her funds elsewhere and family/friends are spent.  I am hanging on to that positive response from that company.  Not sure what will happen after that yet, but as they say, one day at a time.

It does mess with my head a bit.  Zoloft thus far has continued to be a hero, but I have found myself sleeping more than normal in the last few days.  But I would much prefer that over that damn insomnia!  And continue to take my "old lady" pills before bed, magnesium, black cohosh (ladies if you are going through this peri-menopause thang or menopause, you want to know about these.), potassium, and Zinc if I am feeling an illness coming on possibly.  I take a few others in the morning but those are my blood pressure and Zoloft.  Oh, and sometimes Vitamin D!  It is hard to get milk around this bitch with Taylor.  But I do try to get out in the sun as much as possible however the Sun these days?  I think The Devil himself set that up.  But I try to knock out all the badness and negative comments that tell me I suck, you are a loser, you would be better off not here - I am able to get past those and snuggle back down and sleep.  In my safe, pink, comfy, squishy, vanilla scented bed.

And then my brother.  I don't think I have spoken much about him in a long time, but he has struggled for a while with drugs and alcohol and then his young daughter was taken from him.  He is in a much better place now, mind and location, and I am super proud of him.  We have been in contact since he decided to get clean.  Our Mother on the other hand is hell bent to try and get to him and especially take his daughter.  She is safe and sound in another state with her maternal grandmother and thriving.  If you have read my blog for some time, my Mother is not a good person.  It would be like picking this beautiful fruit and then you bite into it, and it is rotten to the core.  With bugs and mold too.  Since she doesn't know where he is and no one will share the information, she has decided to file a missing person's report for him.  And she decided to name myself and Dad as people of interest.  How do I do know this?  My Dad told me and showed the emails.  My brother is working on filing a restraining against her which I fully support.  He will not get better with her in his ear.

I am trying my best to be there for my brother.  I am proud of his accomplishments, and I do believe he will succeed.  I just don't want to have to speak, email, any communication from Mother.  When she passes away, it is going to be a sad day for her because not one of her 3 children will be there or care.

Please keep me in your prayers for this new job and Momma making some money!!!  💵 💵

XOXO ~ Nicole

Amanda

 Amanda today is your birthday.  I'm not sure if we have ever even celebrated each other's birthdays in person.  I don't recall them, so I am guessing no.

I remember when we became best friends, and we spent as much time as possible together.  That summer, I had to go and visit my mom in Georgia.  It was going to be the first time we had been away from each other which to us seemed like the end of the world.  

Your Mom took us to Galveston.  I believe she had a Jeep Cherokee at that time.  She loved this song called "Ain't Even Done With The Night" by John (I think he lost the Cougar or Mellencamp, I forget which one) eventually.  She played it often, so it was a good thing we liked it so much!!  It was the end of the trip, you guys were bringing me back home and we heard Clint Black (you had such a crush on him with your red cowboy boots - I personally thought he looked like a Shar-Pei.) and Wynonna Judd's song "A Bad Goodbye" and it became "our song".  

I gave you my Fievel, from An American Tail, he was my most beloved possession at that time.  When we reconnected, I remember you bringing him up when I came to swim with you.  I glowed inside and probably out (could have been that damn sun), that you remembered him.

Most people can't say they are in touch or see their HS bestie often, but I get to!

***PS.  I still hold it against her for finding new friends while away tho.  ;)***

Love, Nicole

Baby Grayson Update!

Bbay Grayson was not very cooperative today but look at that foot and leg!!!!!  Can't wait to meet my grand-baby!!!

 

Attack of The Killer Onions!!!

 I like to call myself a pro at stacking shit in the fridge.  Actually, I consider it like Tetris although that game stresses me out but at least there is no timer for the refrigerator.  Really though, Bryan can confirm and asks me to help the dishwasher and the fridge.  He has gotten a lot, I mean TONS better about the dishwasher, but he still asks me for my SKILLZ for the fridge.

Then last night happened.  We had a Loc-n-Lock (If you do not have these, you are missing out!)  in the fridge with 1 onion cut in half, and then half a bell pepper.  I reached in, grabbed something, and when I went to pull it out and turned my back to close the door, I must have clipped it.

It comes tumbling out, I try to catch it with my free hand, which is my left because I'm a righty.  It hits in the fleshy area right below the thumb.  Then bounces to my knee, I try to bounce it up like a damn soccer ball (I was bound and determined not to drop that bitch because then I would have to hear it from Bryan) and then drops on my baby pinkie toe!  Knee picture below.  

I told Bryan the next day, Nicole 0 - Onions - 1

Never A Dull Moment

 As I have mentioned, Taylor is a very picky eater.  As an adult, he will eat whatever we put in front of him begrudgingly, but if it was his choice he would live off of cereal, ramen, chicken tenders or nuggets, fries, you get the picture.

Yesterday I offered him soup and salad or soup and sandwich.  Soup to Taylor is chicken noodle soup poured out of the can.  He requested sandwich (grilled cheese) and soup.  I got the can of soup out like normal, but before I opened it, he came back and said he would like tomato soup.  Bryan and I both looked at each other because this kid has never even had tomato soup before.  I knew right then and there he went back to his room and googled best soups to eat with a grilled cheese.  So, I warmed it up for him, Bryan added some croutons per Taylor's request, and he proceeded to dup his grilled cheese and then eat the soup.  But if you could have seen his face!  LMAO You could tell he was not impressed.  A little while ago, I get a text from him from his room.  It said, I didn't really enjoy the tomato soup just to let you know.  I love that guy.

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Also, our TNR'd babies/colony I have told you guys about?  Some of them we allow to come inside to cool off, etc. - one of those is Cleopatra.  Bryan gets up way earlier than I do and takes care of the morning feedings and such.  This morning he told me Cleopatra is a vampire.  I said why?  He said that she is so polite.  She waits for me to invite her in, like a vampire!!  😂 

I Guess I Have Always Been a Storyteller

 I think I mentioned the other day that I started writing at a pretty young age, if my memory is correct, I started writing around the age 8-10 years old.  I don't remember the exact age but, I do know it was around that time.  I started writing short stories.  I lived with my Mother at that time in George in a townhouse, just the two of us.  Rough times, but I survived.  Anyway, my Mother's room was upstairs, and mine was directly underneath.  I remember when she would wake me in the mornings for school, I would stay in bed and wait to hear her shower to turn off because I could hear it in the wall.  I had my own bathroom which was awesome!  Also, I had a window in my shower!!!  I had never seen that before; I loved opening it and the steam would billow out.  It was actually quite lower than ones I saw later in my life, but it opened to the woods in the back (one of the things I loved about living in GA) so I could easily look out while showering.  However, one time, some kids were walking behind the townhouses my age and I freaked.  When I lived in FL, there was one in the shower as well, but it was much higher.  I still loved it tho and wish we had one.  And if you think about it, it could help with the moisture up in there from showering.  At my grandma's and great-grandmothers, they had windows as well but in the wall above the toilet.  That made no sense to me as a kid and whenever I had to use the potty, I was convinced everyone could hear me peeing outside.  Now, makes sense, way better than an air freshener when you done stank up the rest room!!  And my God, could we use that!  Taylor is notorious for his farts and #2's.  His farts since he was a kid smell like a dying old man.  Stale, nasty.  There are no words for the other.  All I can say is if I go in too soon after him, I start doing the throw up noises.

So back to the townhouse, I love to read and still do.  But I was an avid reader when I was young.  I was alone a lot, but Mother did get me great books to read.  I remember when she got me the Chronicles of Narnia set.  The smell alone brings me joy.  New books, just waiting for you to open them and discover the worlds inside.  I was so proud of owning it.  She also bought me A Bridge to Terabithia.  Again, my imagine took over and remember those woods I told you about?  I loved going in there, with my dog my Mother eventually got me, she was a shit-zu and "we", my Mother would never allow ME to name an animal, Ebony Jewels.  She was the perfect size for me, fit in my backpack, and the fun we would have in the woods with my imagination.  Our very own Terabithia or Narnia depending on my desire that day.  Like I said, I was alone a lot at a young age, my imagination was pretty much all I had.  Later mt siblings would tell me whenever we were altogether at a relative's home for the summer, etc. - it was no fun without me. 

Eventually I guess my Mother started having issues covering the bills so she got a roommate.  This was before I got Ebony.  Her name, I can't remember but her cocker spaniel was named Jamie.  My mother had great delight telling my Aunt that, and she would get aggravated when I would tell her about them because I get it - A dog did have her name.  I wish I could remember the young lady's name, but I adored her!!  She actually spent time with me, took me places in her cute little Volkswagen Bug, told me she loved me and how cute I was.  My Mother didn't do that.  She took over my room, and all of my shit was moved into the hallway closet.  That was my "room", and I slept with my Mother.  I would hang out in my "closet room" and write little stories.  I loved writing them.  My only issue was the ending.  Still is.  And when I would go out in the woods, I would make up stories out loud, me and Ebony.  I wouldn't change that for the world!  My Mother ended up kicking out her roommate because she got jealous of our relationship.  Great Mother eh?

I have continued to write here and there.  When I was staying with my grandfather one summer, while learning how to sign language (Thank you Sesame Street!!), I pretended I owned a daycare and wrote name after name that I liked or came up with for the "registry".  I also created amazing worlds in the front and backyards, and names and stories for all of my new "friends."  We had a tennis ball named Wilson, yes, I made Wilson cool before Tom Hanks lol, a dented-in ping pong ball (can't remember his name at the moment", a golf ball named Titelus, there was a Dun-Lop too but I forget which ball he was.  But you get the drift, I was a sucker for misfits.  I also had a button family that lived in a special drawer and would "cook up" a mean meal in the backyard out of those strange bean-like things on the trees along with whatever else I found out there.

Will I ever write a book?  I don't think so - But I do love blogging which is kind of the same however who knows where God will take us.

XOXO ~ Nicole 

Sad September

It is finally September, which is now a hard month for me. This month is one year since I was wrongfully terminated from my career at that time. If you have followed me for a while, you have seen my struggle and journey through depression, anxiety, highs and lows, I could go on and on.

I do have my life insurance license, finally (wasn't that a fiasco to get! lol), but it isn't something I want to do full time. More like a part-time thing. I did wake up with a heavy heart this morning thinking about where I was supposed to have been by now. I know God has a plan.

I know I haven't really talked a lot about what has happened here with losing my job, etc - but you can follow a bit along on latest posts.

XOXOXO ~ Nicole

Come Play With Me....

Zombie Apocalypse: How long would I survive a zombie apocalypse?  I am thinking a day, maybe more if Bryan is with me.

First Concert: Who was the first musical artist I ever saw live?  New Kids on the Block!!!

Time Travel: Would I rather visit the distant past or the far future?  Distant Past - we have lost so many family members too soon.

Emoji Usage: What is my most frequently used emoji?  😂 

Coffee or Tea: What is my ultimate caffeine fix of choice?   Dunkin's iced coffee with 2 shots of expresso.

Dream Job: What did I want to be when I was growing up?  A vet!  As you can tell I am a huge animal lover but two incidents left me a changed young lady.  Plus, I suck at math & science.

Rainy Day: Do I love a good thunderstorm or hate rainy weather?  A great thunderstorm as long as I am at home or work!

Board Games: Am I competitive or relaxed when playing games?  Competitive AF!

Reality TV: Would I ever agree to go on a reality show?  Yes, but it would depend on the theme.

Pet Type: Am I strictly a dog person, a cat person, or both?  Allllll animals except for snakes & spiders.

Your Turn!!!!!!!!!!!!!