5 Pet Peeves

Hey lovelies! I’m back again! Happy Friday! (And holy exclamation points, Batman!)

I’ve been searching all over the internets and Pinterest for blog prompts so that I can write here more often. I’ve found tons of ideas. Some I like, some I’ll pass on, some for now, some for later, some that I’ve even started writing but haven’t finished. Today’s as you probably already noticed is Pet Peeves, just 5. No more, no less. I think a handful is a pretty solid number. It’ll help you get to know me a bit better. Some of these may be controversial. That’s just the way it is. Some you might agree upon, if so great! These aren’t in any particular order. Some days one is in front or behind of the other.

1 – Drinking and Driving – Just don’t. I lost a very near and dear friend to a drunk driver 3 years ago. My friend was on a motorcycle, the other guy was in a compact car. The other guy wasn’t paying attention to the light changing and he hit the motorcycle. My friend flew off, skidded about 30 feet and cracked his head open on the curb.

2 – Talking over or interrupting me – It’s impolite. If you have something to say or add wait your turn. I’ll be quiet while you talk. You should have the same respect for me. If you see that I’m already in a conversation with someone else and you butt in to say excuse me then talk over me…That’s just not cool either.

3 – Being blatantly rude – Don’t demand things. Don’t come up to me with attitude expecting me to help you. Rudeness doesn’t get you anywhere with me.

4 – Being unprepared – This is a big one for me. Don’t call, email, or text me to ask me to do something or look something up unless you have your shit together. You’re not only wasting my time but you’re also wasting your own.

5 – Cop Haters – Don’t even get me started. My love for law enforcement and the amazingly brave people that protect us runs far and deep. Today also happens to be a day that social media unites together to encourage and support the police.




Hi, Hello, Hola, Holla!

Hello lovelies!

I know it’s been a while since I posted. December something 2014 or so to be sort of exact. And then yesterday, and then the day before. Life has been busy. Life has been shitty. Life has been life and I’ve just been trying to kayak through and survive the raging rapids. I’ve got a pretty awesome bunch of people helping me, and I couldn’t be happier that I have them.

I’m going to try to post more frequently. Even if it’s just a picture. We’ve all heard that a picture says a thousand words. Kinda crazy when you think about it, but it’s also true.

Anyways, HI! Hope you’ve all been stellar.

These bloomed in my backyard a few months ago but they're too gorgeous not to share!

These bloomed in my backyard a few months ago but they’re too gorgeous not to share!


NaBloPoMo – September 2nd 2015

Q: What are some of your best tips for getting your day off to a good start?

A: Organization and planning.
Each night before work I get all of my stuff together. Chargers, cords, book(s), tablet, wallet, keys, planner. Whatever I’m bringing to work with me is charged or charging and put in the office on the dresser so that in the morning after it’s done charging over night I can throw it in my purse and go.

I plan foods the night before. If I’m bringing breakfast and lunch to work I get those things ready too. Sometimes lunch is dinner leftovers, sometimes it’s a sandwich with a side of chips and grapes. The snacks (pretzels, goldfish, strawberries), bottles of water, a pudding cup. Whatever I’m bringing is in my lunch bag in the fridge.

One of my coworkers and I usually do lunch out once a week. We map out the month a head of time. I jot it down in my planner so that it’s easier for me to remember and then neither one of us are lunchless.

I’m usually up and going at about 5:30 every morning. I like to have time to get my morning routine done. I’ve got things I need to do and my pawed people need to be taken care of too. Rushing isn’t my friend and it probably isn’t yours either.

What do you do to start your day on the right foot?

NaBloPoMo – September 1st 2015

Q: It’s back to school time: do you love the start of school or dread it?

A: When I was in grammar school I loved it. It meant being with my friends again. It meant new teachers. It meant new clothes and shoes (That I was only supposed to wear for school but after the first week or so they were worn all the time). It meant new school supplies, new books, and a fresh start.

We used to live a block from school and then we moved kitty corner to school. After we moved kitty corner the school playground became a second yard for us. We were there until the street lights came on. Our parents could look out the front window, or the side gate and see us to make sure we were okay. If we weren’t in eyesight, game over we were grounded. And a whistle meant we had to head home.

Our school ground was huge. There was a map of the United States that we ran around and hopped from state to state on. Turns out you can be in more than one place at the same time. There was a basketball court that we used to shoot hoops at. Someone would bring a tennis ball and we’d play ledge. In 7th or 8th grade I forget which, an actual playground was built and it was one of the best things ever.

Now it means more traffic. More drivers in the morning. More waiting. More stopping. More kids crossing the street before the light tells them to. More buses to stop for. More kids and parents in stores. I almost dread it. But they’re our future so I can’t dislike it too much.

5 Ingredient Breakfast Casserole

5 Ingredient Breakfast Casserole

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350 degrees –prep time 15 minutes – cook time 40 minutes – Serves 6 easily

What You’ll Need:

  • 9×13 casserole dish
  • Hand Mixer
  • Cutting Board
  • Sharp Knife
  • Measuring Cup
  • Mixing Bowl
  • Deep Pan
  • Spoon / Spatula
  • Cooking Spray


  • 12 Eggs
  • 1/3 cup Sour Cream
  • 8oz (or more) of Shredded Cheddar Cheese (I use mild, and way more than 8oz.)
  • bag of Hash Browns or Potatoes O’Brien
  • Onion Powder and Green / Red Peppers are optional (If you use them chop and mix them in with the potatoes.)
  • Sliced or Cubed Ham
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To Make:

Cook the hash browns – don’t brown them unless you like crunchy casserole

  • Crack the eggs and yolks into the mixing bowl
  • Add 1/3 cup of sour cream to the eggs
  • Add some cheese to the egg and sour cream
  • Use the hand mixer to mix and make the eggs, sour cream, and cheese fluffy
  • Slice the ham (cubed or ribbons, ribbons look fancy)
  • Spray the casserole dish
  • Layer like so – hash browns, cheese, eggs-cheese-sour cream mix, ham, and more cheese
  • Stick it in the oven for 40 minutes at 350

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I enjoy a bagel with it but toast or crescents would be pretty great too. Enjoy!

Summer Baseball Season Has Come and Gone

Summer baseball season has come and gone. My nephew’s thing is baseball. He played on a few teams this summer and I was able to go to some of his games and take memory sticks full of pictures.




















He enjoys when I go to his games (near or far) because he knows that I’ll always cheer, scream, and be roudy and obnoxious for him and teammates no matter the score. And also, because I always take pictures and he really loves looking through them afterwards.











I enjoy going because it gives me something to do to that connects us. This kid and I have one hellvua bond. There’s not much he can’t come to me and talk about. There’s not much he won’t ask. There’s not much that I won’t tell. There’s not much I wouldn’t do for him to make his life better and or easier.

He’s an almost 17 year old kid no, teenager sorta, man, yeah man works. He’s something like 6’1 and 160 pounds. He’s a catcher, always crouched down waiting for a strike. And when he hits, you better watch out! He seems to run faster than the speed of light to get to those bases.

Watching him play and not even play but actually BE baseball is something else. He’s just sooo damn into it. And sooo damn good at it. He lives it, breathes it, and eats it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He’s past obsessed. And passionate doesn’t quite describe the love he has for the game either.





These photos really only scratch the surface. They only tell part of the story. Hopefully you enjoy looking through them as much as I did shooting them and he did making the moments that were captured.


What I Forgot When My Morning Routine Got Interrupted

So I’ve got a regular routine that I do pretty much every morning. When things are different or I’m rushed, or other people are around things get forgotten from the morning routine.

A couple weeks ago when I woke up, I did the usual “Morning pupperoni” and smooched my tiny pooch. Then we stretched and got out of bed. We picked out clothes for the day and I started to get dressed. We went downstairs so that I could let the tiny pooch outside to do her business. Meanwhile I was giving her fresh food and water. We went back upstairs and I finished getting dressed. I gave the tiny pooch her morning slice of bacon (beggin strips). Brushed my teeth, brushed my hair, got some water, turned off the lights, closed the windows and went back downstairs.



She’s lookin and sniffin and doin her thing.

I made lunch, put the tiny pooch in her kennel (she hates rain, even if it’s a drop she turns into a vibrating spaz). Was going to turn the radio on for her and then I realized that my Mom was here. We talked for a few, I got the rest of my stuff together, we hugged, and I left.

I got 2 stop lights away from the house when I went to grab my phone to turn the mobile data on (it turns off when I get home because the Wi-Fi kicks in). I looked on the seat, dug in my purse, and felt the top of the roof to see if I left it up there. No dice. I turned around, retraced my drive thus far and didn’t see it on the street, or in the alley. Which is a good thing because it would have been squashed into pieces. I got back home, parked the car, walked the thru yard and it wasn’t there either. Went back in the house and it was staring at me from the counter as if to say “Hey, why’d you leave me? I thought we went EVERYWHERE together?” So I grabbed it and out the door I went…Again.

I got to work, did my usual work stuff and then half way thru the workday I grabbed something and realized that I forgot to put on deodorant. I have no idea how I forgot but I did. I didn’t stink, but I wasn’t running all over the office hugging people either. Shit happens. You live, you forget deodorant, and you just keep on keepin on.

What have you forgotten? Do you have a morning routine?