Neglected once again...

I receive an update occasionally when there's a new view to this Blog, then I remember, "Oh yes, that's right! I have a blog."

I log in, and realize that once again, it's been a few months since I've had any sort of presence here. Let's see if I can actually commit to getting into it a bit more often.

I have commitment issues... even when it's just about blogging.

Let's get back into it....

I need an outlet of some kind. A release from my mind and my brain. Hopefully, writing on at least a weekly (if not daily basis) may help.

Here's a recap of life since February-ish of 2015.

My relationship of 10 years ended in divorce. Married for less than a year and it went down the shitter. With a swift kick, I found myself figuring out life on my own.

I'm lucky to have good people in my life who helped me pick up the pieces. I've got my own amazing condo in south Las Vegas now and I love it. Slowly, but surely, I'm setting up MY home the way I want it to be. No one else to complain about furniture arrangement, decor, etc. It's all MINE and I love it.

I love being home all the time now too. Even though I'm working two jobs still, the times I do get to just go home and be "me" is freakin' wonderful and fantastic. Sure, it's lonely at times. But it's peaceful. It's my little piece of peace in this crazy world.

I like that "Piece of Peace". Perfectly describes my home now.

MY HOME.

Someday...

Believe it or not, I log into Blogger every damn day. And I just don't have the attention span to write anything worth while.

Everything that I've known and loved in my adult life has been questioned these last two months and I'm a ticking time bomb of emotions. Eventually, I'll get back into writing like I used to. Even if I was just babbling about my damn food eating habits (and food cheating habits)... it was still therapeutic. Someday.

Until then... go get yourself a damn life.

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Damn people! Are my eating habits really that interesting to you?

I'm awful

I know I haven't been posting as regularly as I should or that I promised. It's been a crazy life lately. I work two full time jobs (75+ hours per week, no joke - 40 hours at the office and between 46 to 48 hours at the store).

Anyhoot,.... Life sucks right now.

I'm doing everything in my power and abilities to figure out how to afford a damn vacation. It really is the only thing I need right now. Hopefully, if I keep busting my ass with working this much, I'll have a couple extra dollars to sneak away in July for my birthday (Alaska visit?!)

Maybe I'll win the lottery.

Maybe I'll hit a jackpot at a casino

Maybe I'll find a 90 year-old billionaire high roller.

Maybe I'll forget this whole vacation idea and just stay put.

Or maybe, there will be a miracle and a plane ticket will fall from the sky?! (PUN INTENDED)





I'm extremely sleep deprived give me a damn break!

Cuckoo for Coconut Milk!

I have found that by far, Coconut Milk is my favorite alternative in the world of non-dairy milk options.

Check this out!!

Starbucks is now adding Coconut Milk to their non-dairy options for latte's and such! HOORAY!

https://www.yahoo.com/food/coconut-milk-soy-milk-almond-milk-all-of-110172703326.html

Suffering in silence...

This week has been.... difficult, to say the least. My medication is causing tons of issues that are interfering with my everyday life. I can't sleep properly. When I finally do, I can't get out of bed. When I'm at work, I'm passing out at my desk from nausea or fatigue. My arms and legs are constantly locking up and hindering my ability to move.

This has likely been the worst week since I've lived in Nevada. Tomorrow is medication day, I take Methotrexate. Which is a powerful chemotherapy drug which is also used in abortions. (I tell you that so you can realize how brutal it really is). I called the doctor yesterday, he suggested to "up my dosage". Which is nearly impossible, seeing as how I'm basically at the maximum dosage that is recommended for my age. Great, did the doctor just tell me to overdose myself?

Please, I sit here suffering in silence. I'm in an excruciatingly high amount of pain. And yet, the rest of the world functions like this is the best day ever. No one in this office will every TRULY understand that I have a multitude of INVISIBLE ILLNESSES.