time suck, social style

manifestos August 5, 2019

hi.

It’s me.

The one, about a month ago, who declared to the world that she was going to do a better job blogging.

Well, I mean, it’s not been quite a month, so I’ve got that going for me.

Ever since I started my book, I’ve written about 10k words. Yes, I am measuring.

Ever since I got home from Michigan, my life went a little cattywampus. (whoa, that word looks insane while typed.)

It could perhaps be said I’ve not been up on my time management. That would be a true statement.

Yesterday, I sat down and thought about what I want to accomplish in the next 90 days. NOWHERE on that list was “spend countless hours scrolling through Instagram”, but, there it is. I spend way too much time socially scrolling. I could totally bullshit and say that it’s work-related, but it’s not. Not even close. My Instagram, my problem.

So, this morning, I deleted the app from my phone. This serves a two-fold purpose, 1.) to cut down on the excessive time that i spend scrolling aimlessly, and 2) stop buying shit that i see in IG ads. I am the perfect audience to target- single, great income, blah blah blah..

I don’t know how long I will keep it deleted. On Friday, I put a “time limit,” on IG through my phone and yet, I blew past it each day (Friday included.)

So, here we go. One less time waster. One less time sucker. One less way for me to compare my life with others.

Happy Monday- be awesome, ok?

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it just makes sense, an announcement of sorts.

the book July 6, 2019

I’m sitting here in a hotel.

Not just any hotel, but the Grand Hotel on Mackinac.

Grand Hotel Porch

Drinks on the worlds largest summer porch

I’m here for a few reasons, but one that I feel like talking about is the book.

Yes, a book.

I figure if I make it internet official, then it might actually happen.

I’ve got a few things that I’m here taking care of this weekend, but the most important is the start of this book.

See, the Island is where I kinda became a grown up. Kinda, because, well, I was a young dumbass, but still, I learned things. I grew. I screwed up. I had some successes. I had some failures. I had some love, I lost some love. I had friends, I lost some friends. Life happened big time and for that, I’m forever a better human.

I learned to hustle. I learned to work with an intensity to be about 42 steps ahead of everyone else to be able to provide the best possible service.

I learned how to pick myself up when I fell on my face. Man, did I fall.

So it is here that I’m going to start writing this book. A memoir of sorts. Mostly true, at times, the names and identities will be changed to avoid legal action.

But here, I am going to buckle down and start writing.

Join me on this journey, won’t you?


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That Single Person You Know

manifestos October 7, 2018

You know your single friend? I know you all have a token single friend.
You know that one that you think should have all the extra time in the world since you know, they are single?
See, here’s the thing that a lot of people don’t realize, or have forgotten.
 
Your single friend takes care of everything. I mean, literally everything.
 
Your single friend is solely responsible for all financial things- taxes, bills, budget, etc.
 
Your single friend is the only one who is there to take care of all things house.
 
Your single friend is the shopper, the cleaner, the fixer, the errand runner, the appointment setter, the car maintenance person, etc.
 
If something has to be done, that one person is doing the thing.
 
Even if you feel that you do all of the work at your home, my guess is that your partner probably does a whole bunch too.
 
Next time you snark at your single friend for staying home to take care of something house related, or frankly life-related- give them a little slack.
There are many levels of single- single, no partner, but close family. Single, dating, but live in different households. Single, no partner, no family around.
There’s a lot of life out there that doesn’t look like yours. Next time you start to give a single friend shit for not being able to do something, instead give them a high five and tell them that you are proud of them for tackling all of the things.
 

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You Made It Political

manifestos September 8, 2018

Good morning. At the tone, the time will be 6:13 am Central time and I’m fired up.

I was chastised in the past 24 hours for “making it political.”

Really though, I wasn’t being chastised because I made it political (something that I do with a higher frequency now than I did, say 6 years ago), but I was being bitched at because I was audacious enough to say something I believed in and that thought was not congruent with the other persons belief structure.

That’s ok.

We are not going to always agree on the things (BH, I’m looking at you brother.) I believe though that we should be able to have conversations without shutting someone down.

If I wanted to be shut down for speaking my mind, I would go back and live with my parents. I have a different belief structure than them about well, just about everything except homemade bread, fresh tomatoes, and Michigan sports.

I am tired of casual racism. I’m tired of overt racism. I can’t understand how some people still view people of color differently. I honestly can not wrap my head around this. I don’t understand how the rules are applied so differently. I don’t understand how one life is valued differently than others, and please, don’t tell me it isn’t. If Tim Tebow would have taken a knee during the National Anthem to protest the restriction of a Christian belief, you can NOT tell me that the national narrative would be different.

I’m tired of people trying to infuse their personal religious construct and beliefs with the government and law. Let us harken back to the days of Jefferson and remember : “I contemplate with sovereign reverence that act of the whole American people which declared that their legislature should ‘make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof’, thus building a wall of separation between Church & State.” 1802, Thomas Jefferson in a letter to the Danbury Baptist Association.

I’m really tired of men trying to legislate a woman’s body. VERY TIRED. For the record, and if you were confused, not all women use birth control as an abortion (??) I can not believe that in 2018, there is still debate about this. If we were to be candid, and I am always candid, I will say this: despite my utter misery of never having children, every 90 days, I go get a birth control shot. Not because I am avoiding having children (I can’t), but instead I’d like to regulate my cycle enough so I don’t bleed 28 out of 30 days. But you know, “now I’m talking about something private.”

I’m tired of the fact that we are not having louder conversations about the hundreds of children down in the valley separated from their children.

I’m confused as to why there is more angst about Nike supporting an athlete for taking a stand then there is about the babies in holding cells at the border. What we as a nation choose to care about confuses me.

There are people in positions of power that still try to legislate what comes out of our bodies, but we are ok with kids held in detention centers.

I’m tired.

I’m tired of being told that I’m narrow-minded because I’m not a super fan of this administration. I don’t see the financial benefits that many are seeing. I’m not ok with this trend of evangelical legislation that suits a percentage, but not the whole of the nation. I can’t believe more aren’t pissed that coal is still an active conversation. Have they found a cure for Black Lung? Are all of the risks associated with mining gone?

I’m really tired of people not speaking up. We are coming into a critical election cycle. Register, vote, have your voice counted. You can be a conservative and still speak out against something. It’s ok. You can be a liberal and speak out. Just, for the love of G-d, say something. It’s ok to make it political. We have a voice too.

 

 

 


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she’s getting a little makeover

random me September 2, 2018

no, not me, my blog.

she needed a makeover.

 

botox was not going to cut it. (ok, that’s me, not my site)

i’ve nipped & tucked, and well, run out of ideas.

it’s a work in progress (just like me), but at least she got a new outfit.

or something like that.

i suck at blogging, but want to be better.

really, i want to write a book, but first, i’m going to challenge myself to blog.

hence the makeover.

maybe i’ll write more?

i need a project that isn’t work. need. need it like a fat kid needs cake.

i’m in a rut.  i work, i sleep, i do it all again.

i’m barely cooking. (despite my size).

i’m barely knitting.

i’m barely doing life.

hence, the makeover.

maybe giving the old gal a new look might inspire me.

 

 


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intention(al)

manifestos June 7, 2018

Well. So much for intentional, ongoing posting.

It’s been a bit.

Last time I posted on this here blog (incredibly awful grammar intended), it was February 9, 2018.

I had hit the damn wall.

Based on the context of the last blog post, I’m assuming I had words with my mother. Or the man that I used to know. Or maybe both. I don’t know. I just know that 2/9/18, was actually an interesting day.

I had enough. I had enough of people snarking at me. I had enough of being malcontent. I grew weary of being so tired (bummed) that I could barely get out of bed. I was also coming off of almost 8 weeks of having MRSA/sinus infection, and I know I was darn tired.

I don’t remember much about that day, but I do know that it started me down a path to some changes.

#1- I stopped feeling compelled to call the woods on the regular. Phones ring both ways.

#2- I stopped trying to make something out of nothing. Once you realize that there is nothing left, it’s incredible to realize how much you can really stop worrying/caring about someone.

#3- I needed a reason to get up and out of bed.

#4- I needed to get healthier

#5- I needed to mix things up professionally. I was stagnant, and if you know me at all, that is a bigly bad thing.

So, since 2/9/18, here is the cliff notes version of my life:

  • got a new job
  • get dressed every day and go to an office
  • got George a dog-nanny and it cut my stress down daily. ok, i pay someone to come let him out every day, but i don’t worry about him eating the walls when he has to pee.
  • continued my divorce from Philip Morris
  • got into a car accident
  • ended up in the hospital with stupid high blood pressure
  • realized that i am fully middle-aged
  • oh ya, turned 41
  • realize daily that i need to do more in my personal life. there has to be more than junior league and brunches. right?
  • got a new tattoo (the last one was almost 18 years old)
  • went on a really shitty internet date where I was told that I wasn’t pretty enough to date anyone. um, whatever dude. i can give you the names of at least two people that would disagree.
  • made a few trips to Austin for the new job (that i love) to see clients (that are awesome) and it allows me to see my people (that i really truly love.)
  • trying to wear less black clothes and more color. I’m not in mourning. also trying to balance out the animal print percentage of my wardrobe (peg bundy forever.)
  • replaced two windows that my dog put his head through.
  • pretty sure i need another sewer line and have been dropping off my laundry because that’s just a hot mess at the house.
  • realized a need for a new blog design, but i’ll get to that later.
  • embraced CBD lotion for aiding in the bullshit that is RA on my hands/ankles/knees/shoulders/elbows.
  • declared Saturdays to be #caftansaturday – yes, in the spirit of fetch, i’m trying to make this a thing.
  • oh yes, had a major financial crisis and that threw a wrench in the #makekatedebtfree plan, but whatever. one of my amazing people provided a bailout and i’m thankful.
  • didn’t plant a vegetable garden, nor did i plant a single plant on my patio, and i’m more or less ok with it.
  • went to a bachelorette weekend, threw a bridal shower and was a bridesmaid
  • saw a ballet
  • changed dynamics of some friendships. more or less ok with the changes. life goes on.
  • Weezie turned 9 this month.
  • George went to work and became an intern
  • i forgot birthdays, anniversaries and holidays (excuse=middle aged)
  • oh and there is an egg-shaped mass on my right boob that is (and I quote) “most likely benign, and probably not cancer.”  Not shockingly, that half-ass answer does keep me up at night.

There is more, but a lot has happened since the last time I’ve blogged.

Every time I come back from a hiatus, I declare “I will never let it go that long again.” Ya, I’m not going to promise that. But what I will work on is trying to find a balance, fun things to do and saying no to more.

Yes, I made “Saying no to more” a thing. I’m really tired of doing stuff I really don’t want to do and then resenting it. Life is too short for resentment and regret. I’m trying to live with a little more intention. I want to be more intentional in the way I spend my hours. Speaking of hours, it’s 6:30 am and I’ve been up for two hours already. Today should be interesting.

My new schtick? Say yes. Do the thing. Let other people deal with their own crap. I’m not responsible for other peoples stuff. I’m not going to overschedule myself to be the busiest girl in Texas. Instead? I’m just going to take each day as they come and figure out how to be a little better with each sunrise.

And now, I must get Georgie boy off the dining room table. Happy Thursday everyone. Happy Thursday.

 


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