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Monday, February 24, 2020

Misery

I feel absolutely miserable and drained. I’m sick. I went out this morning to do a mystery shop at the T Mobile store, but I went to a different location. The location closest to me is the one I’ve gone to for the last few, and I am wondering if those people sense that I’m a mystery shopper.
Then I went shopping and got cat food. The cats have been out of food for a few days, and I’ve been giving them tuna from the can. Only now, I’m out of tuna too, so I had to force myself to go to the store for cat food.
I also got some cake mixes and two bags of powdered sugar to make cake icing. I’m in the pastry decorating mood again. I took a picture of these cute cakes for sale in the bakery.



I also can’t find my driver’s license, so I gathered different forms of ID to go get it replaced. While fetching my birth certificate, I found pictures of my parents each holding me the day after I was born. It made me disbelieve that my dad is actually gone. There was a picture of the doctor who delivered me. I googled her- she’s in her 80’s now and still delivering babies. 

Sunday, February 23, 2020

Flashback

This came up on Facebook this morning. I loved La Lotería in the early 2000’s when I played it with coworkers. The millennial version is hilarious.













Memories

I’m still miserable today. I do feel a bit better than yesterday, but still staying in bed. Here are some fun old pictures I found recently:


The last time my dad got together with his brothers was about 10 years ago. He was the middle child. 


Evita does dishes in the old apartment. 


I loved this shirt she had: “I won’t let school interfere with my social life.”


Alex gets comfy in a tie dye laundry bag. 


Me and Evita selfie, 2010.


A respiratory therapy selfie I took a few years ago when I had bronchitis. 


Evita and Alex in the old apartment. 


Evita learns a calculator trick from the 1980’s

Saturday, February 22, 2020

Flu Symptoms 🤒 😷


I spent all night unable to blow my nose. My head was totally stuffed up. It was better when I sat upright, but still wouldn’t come out. This morning, I woke up feeling nauseated, but didn’t puke. Then I sneezed and a large amount of yellow snot came out. It was so relieving. I took Benadryl and Tylenol  and went back to bed. I really wanted to do a lot of audits this weekend, but I’m too sick. 



Friday, February 21, 2020

Sad day at work


Yesterday I showed up at the home of the client who lives alone with her two dogs. I stood knocking for almost 20 minutes before I gave up and went to knock on her landlord’s door about 6 apartments down. He unlocked the door, and we discovered that she’s passed away in her sleep the night before. She was 86 years old. She was a college professor at San Jacinto College where she taught biology. She is survived by one sister and two nieces. 
She was taken to the hospital DOA, and I went home after my boss met me there. 
RIP, Ms. RJ


Thursday, February 20, 2020

Social Media Fun

There’s this Facebook group that I am in- I’m not going to out who they are, but there’s a trend happening there that is fun and addicting. What they do is when some random person starts live streaming on Facebook live, they share the stream to this group. Then what everyone else does is go on the live stream and act like they’re interested in the couch for sale. There’s no couch. You just watch the person get confused and see how they act.

The first one was this guy who was extremely stoned. He was on his bed with his dog, and his dog kept licking him, probably didn’t want him getting stoned. He kind of brushed off the couch comments. Then there were three guys in a motel. I could tell they were from Georgia. You could just tell. They had a riot with the couch comments. Then there was a religious lady preaching and speaking in tongues. She pretty much ignored the couch comments. The most hilarious one was a woman trying to sell her LuLaRoe inventory. She was getting highly offended and literally reported every single person for harassment.

It doesn’t say much about my life that I found this highly entertaining. I hope it continues tonight with a new diverse array of people.

Tuesday, February 18, 2020

Feeling Old

Starting in fourth grade, M and I were almost inseparable. She was new in the neighborhood, and when our teacher discovered that we lived on the same street, she assigned me to show her the ropes. I was glad, because I thought M was beautiful. She had very long blonde hair down to her waist. As a 9 year old, I longed for blonde hair. I’ve e outgrown that though. I’m perfectly fine as a brunette.

M and I drifted apart in 7th grade, when we entered junior high and our class size was three times what it was in elementary school. After 8th grade, my family moved away. I never saw M again until she found me on Facebook in 2009.

I was surprised to hear that she got married right after high school and had five kids!!  She was blessed. Her youngest child is the same age as my only child. We got caught up. We spent the next ten years as just social media connections. Then yesterday she made an announcement-  in July, she’s going to be a grandmother!

My glam BFF from 4th-6th grade... is going to be a grandmother!  What?  Does that mean I’m old enough to be a grandmother, too?  I suppose it is. Damn. I look forward to grandkids, but I really can’t imagine having one now.

Life moves fast.


Credit Improvements


Yesterday I was able to open my first credit card since filing for bankruptcy this past summer. It’s a credit “rebuilding” card, and the limit is $1300.  

Definitely not going to max it out!  I’m going to use it and pay it off every month, like you’re supposed to.  Not only is this a milestone in financial recovery, but the new available credit will push my credit score over 700 for the first time since finishing college in 2013. (I know that from the “simulation” on credit wise). Before I finished college, my score was over 800, and I was debt free. Maybe someday I can get back there. 



Monday, February 17, 2020

Positive Dream

I finally had a good dream about my dad last night. Up until now, they’ve only been negative. In this dream, he was cruising down 45 in his new Plymouth Horizon. If you knew my dad in the 80’s, you knew he loved the Horizon. Plus in his later years, the biggest thorn in his side was that he couldn’t drive. I was in the passenger seat while he drove and asked him if he remembered his ICU stay right before he died. He told me that he only remembered/heard a few short moments.


Sunday, February 16, 2020

Microwave: before and after magick eraser







The Answer

This summer, I’m turning 42.  My daughter pointed out an internet trend that declares 42 to be the answer to the meaning of life, the universe and everything.  Upon my own research, I also discovered that Lewis Carroll used the number 42 as a secret code. Therefore, my daughter and I decided that my cake should say “The answer”, or, “42 is the answer” with a galaxy theme and some kind of Lewis Carrol reference. She’s almost as excited about my 42nd birthday as she is about her 13th. Somehow, the trend became that big of a deal.

Saturday, February 15, 2020

ComCon2020


I took Evita and her smart ass friend to an annual comic book convention today. It was so much fun!!! Next year, we’ll be more prepared with costumes. Some of the costumes were awesome!!!

Friday, February 14, 2020

More home overhaul

Today I went crazy with Mr Clean magick eraser thin sheets in the kitchen. The kitchen had spots EvErYwHeRe that were impossible to get off any other way. The worst spot was the corner where the trash is. I used 2 sheets in that corner. I also wiped off the fridge, dishwasher and oven fronts and sides, the cabinet doors, light switches and door frames and baseboards. All of the magic eraser sheets were dirty, and I eliminated about 8,086 spots.

I also took down the bunk bed in our room and put it in Evita’s new room. I hauled the couch bed into my room from the garage, vacuumed it up and tucked a sheet on top of it. I used to love sleeping on that couch in the old apartment. I also often slept on the hide a bed, but couch form was better for nights with worse depression and anxiety.

I tried to comb Chu with the flea comb, but he used his back legs to scratch the living hell out of my right thigh. I forgot about the scratches when I went to soak in the tub. Oooouuuuuch. Luckily there were no fleas.