Get over yourself…

You put your pants/pantyhose on one leg at a time…

Just like everyone else.

You work hard to achieve your goals. Don’t let your goals define you, i.e. “I’m (insert name here) and I’m a/an (insert what your profession is here).” You are a human being first, then a dad, mom, brother, sister, friend, THEN whatever it is you do last.

I.E. “I’m Stephanie and I’m a sister, mother, friend, colleague. I just happen to work in the media in some capacity.”

I mean, I just killed a mosquito. That doesn’t make me a mosquito killer for all time, does it?

Some people just need to loosen up! Geez, have some fun would ya?

After all, it’s just life, right? 

I dated a man once that told me to “live in the moment”. I took heed of that advice. I’ve been doing it ever since. Some people don’t like that. I’m direct, somewhat blunt, and take no crap from anyone. I give people a chance, and it’s up to them to take advantage of it. I’ve probably lost potential friends because of it (hell, I know I have!), but it is what it is.

Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.

So drop the ego BS, and get over yourself.

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The road to Hell is paved with good intentions

I INTENDED to mow the grass today.

I INTENDED to get an early start.

I INTENDED to put my feet on the ground and apply at local places.

I INTENDED to not nap in the afternoon so I could sleep at night.

Therefore…

I’m going to Hell.

See you there.

>smirk

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I’m Stef and this is where it’s @ !~

Word.

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Music.

It has saved me more times than any one person has. It’s my lifeline. My refuge. My salvation.

It has been there for me at all stages of my life. Especially now when my life is nothing but chaos.

Me + music = happy.

That is all.

Ick

Saturday night as I was heading to bed, I saw this GINORMOUS spider scurry into the bathroom. I went back to the kitchen to get the bug spray while Daniel said “Well step on it!”

Since I had no shoes on at the time, there was NO FREAKIN WAY I was going to step on it, so Daniel did.

“Know why it was so huge?” Daniel asked; “It was PREGNANT!”

And there were hundreds of baby spiders all over the bathroom floor.

“Get the bug spray!”

So I had Marc get the bug spray and Daniel sprayed all the baby spiders into another lifetime…one that hopefully will not include taking up residence in our house.

Just another fun Saturday night at our house.

*sigh*

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I’m Stef, and this is where it’s @ !~

Getting his tomcat swagger on

…not!

Pazzo is driving us nuts because, somewhere in our neighborhood, there is a female cat in heat.

The crying and meowing and the plaintive looks out the back door are annoying as all get out, because he wants some.

Every male cat I’ve ever had has been fixed by the time they were Pazzo’s age (about 2 yrs old), so I didn’t go thru this before.

“Ms. Thang”, as I’ve taken to calling her, is out there and Pazzo and every other unaltered male cat can smell her. She may not even be someone’s pet, but some stray hussy looking for a good time.

And we’re trying not to be the owners of the cat who knocks her up.

He’s been very aggressive lately, which is so unlike him. He runs around the house like the law is after him, and those little love nips of his actually hurt!

Pazzo is on lockdown until Ms. Thang goes out of season. We will have a very miserable & disagreeable cat on our hands for a while.

Oh. Joy.

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I’d rather spend a 100°F day watching someone hit a golf ball into a little hole

…than think about moving. Again.

We (me, my sister and brother in law) have decided to sell Mom’s house this fall, which means that Daniel, Jeff and I will have to move.

Daniel is okay with it (moving, that is). Jeff is not on board, yet. He’d rather get his own place and not have to live with me or his brother. Problem with that is that he hasn’t been saving his pennies to make that possible.

I don’t particularly want to live with them either, seeing that they’re both well into adulthood, but for now we really don’t have a choice. Unless I get a job locally that pays enough for me to live on my own again. Meanwhile…

The house is just too much upkeep, too expensive to maintain, too much of everything- bitchy neighbors, homeowner association crap, the freakin’ lawn…we finally had to say enough! So now we’re looking at apartments.

Packing up all our stuff, downsizing, purging things we don’t need (which is more for D and J to deal with more than me…all I have to get rid of is my now too big wardrobe)…the whole idea of it makes me ill. But it has to be done.

And if I could afford to buy the damn house, I’d do it. Then fix it up and rent it out. After all, it’s Mom’s house!

What was Chase bank thinking 14 years ago when they gave my 71 year old mother a 30 year mortgage? That she’d live to 100? She didn’t even make it to her 83rd birthday (she passed three weeks shy of it.). It still flabbergasts me that they were able to do that!

Selling the house though will be bittersweet. Daniel and Jeff have lived there half their lives (the last 12  years of Mom’s life and the two years since she died)! They’ve never lived in apartments as adults. It will be a huge transition for them.

And wherever we end up, they have to allow Daniel to keep Pazzo. That’s non negotiable. The cat stays in the picture. Period.

All this is sigh inducing, to say the least. But I’m ready for the change of residence. However temporary it is.

Oh how I hate moving, though!

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Wow…just wow

I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that I’ve lost as much weight as my nephew Joey weighs. I am now 90lbs. from my ultimate goal and 25lbs. from the goal I recently reset to reach by my next birthday.

This just blows my mind!

When I started this journey, I knew it would take a while. After all, I didn’t put this weight on overnight, so it wasn’t going to come off overnight.

Most of it I’ve lost in just the last five months. My birthday was 5 months ago, and my little trip to the hospital was just a couple of days after my birthday. I still eat like a bird, bruise like a rotten banana, and don’t sleep well unless I’m exhausted.

I still need a good exercise plan…one that will strengthen my core, improve my stamina, and get me into shape. Oh, and develop better eating habits. I think that’s why my skin is so dry and my hair  refuses to cooperate.

I need new clothes. Something inexpensive, durable, and presentable for job interviews, but they have to be reflective of who I am as a person. Just because I’m 50 years old doesn’t mean I have to look it.

I’m even willing to haunt thrift stores for jeans and tops.

Now, to deal with all this saggy skin. My skin is even too big for me! Go figure!

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I’m Stef and this is where it’s @ !~