Welcome 2018

We did it!  Another year has come and gone and we sit and reflect on all that went on this year and wonder – What did I learn?  What could I have done differently? Why didn’t I take more chances? But do we ask ourselves the most important question………?

How am I going to rock the new year and be the best me I can be?  That is what I am asking myself this year.  I struggled with a bit of depression, grief, uncertainty in my FT job, a drop in business for my Side business and I didn’t get my other side project off the ground like I had hoped.  But I realized that I wasn’t in control of the majority of the things I went through last year. I have to be more aware of what can I control vs The Big Man upstairs.  It all happens in his timing not mine and that my friends is a BIG lesson for all of us to not lose sight of.

How will 2018 look different for me and my family?  Well we have started by making sure we make time for US.  We are looking at family adventures this year instead of expensive gifts or things we don’t need.  Memories vs clutter.  I also am focused to get this side project off the ground as well.  I just need about 2-3 days alone to bang it all out and I will be ready.  Sad thing is its all there just not orderly like I would want it to start out.  I want to grow my IDLife business and I am taking steps to change how I market myself with the product and get more exposure to the right people.  My husband is also starting a side business this year and I want to support him in that adventure as well.  Our daughter has ever changing interests and desires so who knows where we will be focusing for her but I am ok with her doing things in her time not ours.  If she wants to  take a year where she doesn’t do soccer or any other outside activities cool.  If she wants to try 2 new things then awesome!  We have 8 short months and we will have a middle school er and I want time to slow down and enjoy our time with her.

I have goals, not going to call them resolutions and I will not list them on this blog maybe later this week.  That way you can hold me accountable, check in and see how I am doing, cheer me on!

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Why wait for Jan 1?

Yes its that time of year.  We are approaching Christmas and that is followed by New Years.  With New Years comes that word that begins withe R.  Yes you know the word.

Its ok to make a Resolution.  But 90% of the time those resolutions last a week, a month, maybe 3 months.  But we make an Excuse as to why we had to stop, why its not working etc.  So why not start NOW, today with a small step to making a change for the New Year and New YOU?!

I am committed to releasing the last 50lbs for my journey and I want to do it by my Birthday in June.  I have slacked off on the exercise, not eating as clean as I was, allowing more excuses to win.  But Come Jan 8th  IT IS ON!

If you are looking for a proven system that will help you with your health goals, customized for you with amazing tasting products to help with those cravings then we need to talk!  I will start my last leg of the journey and I love to have you on board with me.  I have already lost 51lbs and now its time for the rest to follow.

I use a 3 simple step system, I do meal prep to prevent excuses from winning (excuses aka drive thru) and I get up and move at least 3 days a week.  But when I first started I was using the 3 steps and moving 1 day a week and eating better but not cleaner.  Over time my desire for the crappy food was less and I craved fruits, veggies and cleaner options.  I am happy to discuss the process and program with you just message me at and in the subject put NEW YOU 2018 so I don’t delete you.

I cannot wait but in the meantime I am making small changes so I am prepared fully come Jan 8th.  What small change will you make over the next 3 weeks?

For me it is no eating after 8pm.  Comment below with yours.

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When the tears hit out of the blue…..

Have you ever been driving and you just well up?  Sitting there making dinner and it hits you?  Wake up in the middle of the night and just start crying for no reason?

It is maddening to not know the meaning behind the tears.  Especially when you have been the strong one for so long.  Not letting the little things get in your way, always smiling and telling people I am great how are you?  Because in reality if I were to say, ” I am depressed, I miss my parents, I miss the thought of family get together’s, I miss my daughter not knowing my parents more” most people would politely smile and run away.  That is the unfortunate thing about society everyone wants to be in your business but no one wants to help you through it.  Then unfortunately we read about you in the paper or hear about you in text message…. Did you hear what happened to ________________?  I guess he/she couldn’t deal with life anymore, or he/she went crazy and checked into a facility or worse he/she is missing left his/her family and all.

Well I have felt the tears out of the blue and believe me it is not fun. I have been sitting at my desk at work and just start crying have to get up shut my door or hurry to the bathroom.  I have been cooking dinner and eyes get glassy, or driving home when all I want to do is pick up the phone and talk about my day to my momma.  It was our thing because many nights once I walk in the house its non stop mom this or mom that.  I just want 15-20 mins of quality catch up time with my momma and daddy if he was up to talking.  To know I will never talk to them again until I reach heaven is probably the hardest thing to grasp.  To not get the nod or hug of approval on an accomplishment well done.  You know what pisses me off the most????? People that have their parents and don’t appreciate it.  I know some of you reading this might have other struggles with parents and I get it and respect it.  But for the ones that don’t have issues why are you not calling them daily, visiting more frequently, appreciating the little things now cause let me  tell you something…….. I would give a limb to have one more call, one more hug or one more day with my parents.

I ask this if you still have your parents please make an extra effort this holiday season to reach out more, make a mends if you are not 100% speaking.  You only get one blood set of parents and make it count!

Have lost your tribe?

Life was great!  Laughing, partying, girls giggling and such.  The days before marriages, jobs, babies, divorces etc.  So why is it that women believe they need to stop doing all this just because of the fore mentioned things?  I mean just because you got married, gave birth you still a woman.  You still need girl time.  There are some things you just can’t tell your husband or significant other.  Things only your “tribe” will understand because for the most part they have been there through it all.  The ups/downs, the job loss, the heartbreaks of a relationship, death and whatever else life has thrown at you.  Stop for one minute right now and think of the person that would drop it all for you and rush to your side as soon as you text or call no questions asked.  Not a family member, but to be real sometimes blood wouldn’t do that for you.  Now back to your “ride or die”  when is the last time you spent quality time with that person?  When is the last time you made them feel appreciated?  When is the last time you didn’t make an excuse to not hang out?  If it’s taking you a minute to think about this then maybe you should pick up the phone and resolve that time lapse.  Cause you never know when you will need them and if they are feeling less important in your life because of a new relationship, job or whatever else is in the way then they might not pick up the phone next time.

I recently rented Girl’s Trip and I confirmed what I already knew, my tribe is gone.  Over the last 10 yrs the tribe has drifted apart and some remained together but didn’t include others.  I can’t tell you the last time the tribe was together as a group for a fun girls night out….. hmm yes I can it was 5-6 yrs ago as FB TimeHop reminded me the other day.  It is not for lack of trying.  I tend to be the one that always made the plans, set the time and place and after a while that got old because it started to be a reason one way or another some couldn’t show up.

Again these blog’s are not a pity party but more a release of frustrations and thinking maybe you reading this can identify and I want you to know you are not alone.  Finding a tribe is really hard and at the age of 47 I don’t think I can invest my time to find a “new” tribe.  If you have a tribe hold tight and love them hard.   I would like to rekindle the old tribe and I am right here as I always am, waiting for the call or invite.  If it doesn’t happen that is ok cause I will take myself to the girl movies, I will take myself to dinner and have a drink cause I love me and I know I can count on me always!tribe.png

When the FUNK hits……

What do you do?  Do you purge your way through? Crawl up under a blanket and cry it away? or do you say F*%k it and forget the subject matter of the funk behind?

Purge your way through, that is what I have always done and I think that is where some of my recent grief discovery came from.  I was always moving on, masking the issue and yet it lingered inside of me kinda like a horrible disease.  Nothing ever got solved or “cured” but it would go away temporarily.  But it made e feel better and able to move past it.

Crawl under a blanket and cry it away.  Well that is easy if you live alone but when you are married and have a child not so easy.  I could emotional eat but what does that do?  Nothing, except fix the pain temporarily and make my tummy hurt or gain a few pounds I have fought over the last 2 yrs to lose.  Not really my style anymore and I am thankful for that.  But to be honest hot buttery popcorn from the movie theater has been on my mind for 2 weeks now and I have yet to act on it.  I still have weaknesses, I’m human.

To say F*%k it and move on is wayyyyyyyyyy harder than I wished it was.  This is where the caring person inside of me lives.  The person that wants to be surrounded by amazing people, and to thrive off each of them.  Where you can agree to disagree and don’t feel like its a personal hit each time they respond to you.  When you remember a time that laughter was all you had and there was no emotional egg shells that you were walking on.  When your goals were similar yet one didn’t get there as fast or as easy.  Yet that person felt left behind no matter how hard they try or how much they try to put it out of their mind so that it doesn’t cloud the vision of the end goal.  When you didn’t allow a person in your life to take you away from your “other” life…..the friends life.  When you didn’t have a 100 excuses why you can’t do something because of another persons input.

I have “allowed” the people around me lately disappoint me.  It might not be their fault. I haven’t changed.  I am still me, might be going through some things emotionally but in my opinion that is when the real friends step up and make sure you are OK.  They will know how far to go and what the right things to say are.  But then again sometimes I have to remember that they are consumed with other things in life and you are not that important to them with your emotional trials and tribulations. You don’t come first anymore like you used to whether it has been 30 yrs of friendship or 1.  People change I get that, but when you get to this point in life you are ready to settle down with “your tribe” and I am to damn old to be finding a new tribe at this point. I want to be pick up the phone and text or call and act like nothing has changed or time hasn’t passed.  With a new tribe that takes time and well time is not always on our side.

What I do know that from today forward I will not be waiting around to be called, texted, loved or checked in on.  I will still be here if you want to chat, hang out or whatever but I have truly missed doing a lot of things in the last year waiting around for others.  That is not my style and I allowed it to happen.  No more, so if you want to do things reach out with a plan I am tired of making the plans and waiting for others to accept.  If you want to just catch up call me lets chat I am free each day from 5:15-5:40 in the car M-F.  If you need me call me, I will be there in a heartbeat and I have proven that many times over for many people.

Please do not misconstrue this blog as a pity party.  Keep in mind this is a blog as defined by Merriam Webster

a website that contains online personal reflections, comments, and often hyperlinks, videos and photographs provided by the writer

I am writing this blog to get my feelings out, to let people know they are not alone.  If someone reads this that is in my life and they say “is this me she is talking about” ? well then maybe you should take a moment and reflect on your actions with me and in your own life.  I will never call a name out or acknowledge this is about you as I don’t feel the need.  I just want to get things off my chest and keep me off the therapists couch and out of the loony bin (that is a joke people, I am fine I just get in these funks and now I am learning to identify them and work through them)

In closing I want you all to know I love each and everyone of you that reads this.  I also want to shout out my amazing husband and daughter for loving me through good, bad and the ugly.  They are my world and the only 2 I count on daily.




The Battle of the Grief


I now know I was putting up a front to be strong, not taking a moment to cry as she was in a better place, right? No more pain and suffering, right?

During the following months I submerged myself in to many things to what I now know I was masking the pain.  I was involved with PTO at my daughters school, at my job we were going through some things and eventually it was an acquisition so trying to stay afloat and essential was very time consuming as well.  I also started a personal health journey which also turned into a side business.  I was getting “me” back so I thought.  My husband and I did many things to keep our daughter moving forward we would take weekend family trips to new places, we would allow her to explore new things and try new activities soccer becoming a favorite.  But when it finally reared its ugly head I knew GRIEF had taken a backseat and never went away or was properly addressed.  it was so bad that in the weeks/months after her death I would get a mailer or a phone call asking how I was doing.  “how the hell do you think I am doing”?  I would politely decline their services and hang up.  Finally after a year I asked them to stop calling me.  I started throwing away the items in the mail.  Really did I need a reminder every so often she was dead?  NO I live with it daily, thanks for asking.  But was I living with it or masking it?  That is the real question.

For the past 6 months or so I have been battling some “stuff” and I really wasn’t sure what but I blamed everything, work, finances, friends, my family etc.  But then one day it hit me out of the blue and like a ton of bricks.  You see subconsciously I was suppressing these feelings of grief  because I was supposed to be the strong one just like my mom.  One night I grabbed the blanket, Now this blanket has been on my headboard since I got it.  I placed it their knowing my mom was close as I slept.  I had it made from my moms clothes and I wrapped up in it (first time in 2 yrs) and I cried myself to sleep.   I knew then what the issue was and once I put a name to it things became clearer.  Everyone says take time to grieve, and I thought I had.  The issue was I did for my dad for 20 yrs.  But with my mom it was a short 4.5 months start to finish.  No time to wrap my head around it before it was upon us.  Some say it was a blessing that it went quick and I agree from the standpoint of pain and suffering but not from my own selfish place.  It wasn’t until recently I saw a FB post from someone surrounding me making plans and such for the holidays and I realized that I don’t have that anymore.  That I am not included in anyone’s plans but my own.  I love my husband and daughter with every breath inside of me but I miss the sense of family and it isn’t always for me as no one will replace my parents but its for our daughter to experience all her family especially at special times of the year like the holidays.  I want her to have amazing memories but its hard when everyone is spread out and such.  We do our very best to show her what family is and the love we give is priceless.  But she lost 2 grandparents in a short time of her young life and I want to make sure she has the sense of the other side of family as well.

To summarize the reason for this lengthy 2 part blog is for it to possibly help someone else going through the same situation. You may not know it today or next month but know that you are allowed to take time to cry, to be alone, to be mad, to rejoice in their going home.  But remember you are never alone, they are always there and you can talk to them whenever you need to.  Reach out to a friend that might also have went through this.  Sometimes people are “afraid” to talk to you but to be honest I love talking about my parents but people are afraid to sir up memories. I live in my memories of my parents and do my best to make amazing ones with my family.  If you know of someone that has lost a close family member do me a favor reach out and just check in on them.  Don’t lead with “how are you doing now that ________ is gone”  Just ask how they are doing? Engage in chat about something not related to their loved one.  As conversation goes on they will open up when they need to.   One last favor I ask of you….. if you still have your parents, grandparents reach out and hug them, visit them or call.  cause I would give anything for the phone in heaven to work.

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The road to grief……

Hey everyone,  Once again I went M.I.A. but this time I know the REAL reason and I want to share it with you.  Sort of a therapy if you will.  This will be a lengthy blog so be prepared  If you aren’t into this type of Blog posts then click the X and have a great day.

So as some of you know I lost my dad in Sept 2013 after a long 20+ yr battle with COPD.  During those years we celebrated many up and had some lows that caused us to reflect on what would happen in the end.  I had many years to cry, be angry, be sad at the though of losing my daddy.  As we approached the end I chose to stay positive and strong not only for my mom but my daughter.  This was her “Papa” and the closest grandpa she had to her on a weekly basis.  She lit up when she saw him and he taught her so many things in the short 6 yrs she came into his life.  So many times after visiting him she would talk for days/weeks about Papa this and Papa that.  I could do nothing but smile and say to myself cherish those moments as they are coming to an end.  When the time came we saw him the day before he left this earth and she sang him a song she had learned in school that week.  There she stood in the middle of the Hospice room dancing and signing to Papa as he drifted in and out.  Nothing made her happier than to make him and grandma smile and get the applause, hugs and kisses after she was done.  My dad made his journey home to God on Sept 30th and to boot it was my moms 70th birthday.  You see my dad wanted to make sure no one forgot him or the day he departed.  What was normally a joyous week of celebrations was changed forever.  No child should lose someone so powerful at a young age but she did and to top it all off, we buried my dad on her 7th birthday.  We still had a small party and gifts that day as that is what he would have wanted.  His death holds many special days for me and I know he is always around us especially on those dates.

Now as you can imagine my parents had been married 45 yrs at that point and she lost her best friend, was in a city with amazing neighbors but we were 45 mins away in good traffic.  She told me she would not make any crazy decisions for 1 yr.  I respected that and visited often, Morgan became her therapy in the following months and spent most of her school breaks at grandma’s house being spoiled, learning to cook and make things, memories most of all.  But most of all fell in love with their favorite show “Criminal Minds” I believe at that age of 7 my daughter had seen ever episode more than once and could figure stuff out quick, just like her grandma.  So fast forward to April 2014 and mom makes the call I am done and ready to move up there in the apartments behind you.  I said Great!  May of 2014 she sold her house and moved up next to us.  It was great.  Home cooked meals 2-4 nights a week cause she loved to do it, built in babysitter whenever we needed it and most importantly memories being made.  In August she started to look for a new doctor and in Sept she found one right by her apartment.  She went to visit as she was having a lower stomach pain for some time, but with everything with my dad she didn’t investigate her own health.  So here we are going to specialist and having biopsy after biopsy and then the holidays and the labs are backed up or closed.  So now here we are its February 2015 and they want her to go to the Cancer center and have a PET scan.  If you know anything about these scans they are VERY expensive and they don’t request them until there is no other options to see areas of your insides.  Well on February 11, 2015 we went to have the scan, the next day they asked us to come back on Feb 13th….Friday the 13th for the results.  As expected she was given the news it was stage 4 lung cancer that had moved to the adrenal glands.  Chemo started that Monday.  She went through treatments every 2 week  and was handling them like a champ until about April.  Then her body started to wear down.  But we did what we could to keep her spirits up and her strength.  We returned from a vacation in June (that we tried to cancel but it was causing a major argument with her so we went) and the Friday we returned she fell and couldn’t get up.  That is when we had to take new steps.  I came over every morning and got her situated for the day, and every night stayed there til she went to bed.  Morgan was with her during the day and got her food and drink and was her nurse.  That next week she made the decision on June 18th to stop her treatments and enter Hospice.  I supported her decision and I knew her mind was made up and her body was tired. Starting that night I stayed at her apartment every day and night sleeping there and working from there.  I wasn’t going to let her be alone.  On June 22nd the Hospice worker came and started her admission process for Home based hospice. We had a couple good days and then on June 26th we started to see some signs of decline.  Her weakness was growing, I was also growing weak but I remained strong to all that saw me.  That weekend she took her turn and we prepared Morgan as best we could.  My only regret is not telling her sooner that grandma was not going to get better and to prepare and make each moment count.  My best friend came over to visit with her, she mentioned she had so many visitors today.  Not in person but from Heaven apparently.  That night after everyone left the apartment and it was just us I knew what I had to do.  So at a little after midnight I walked in her room, grabbed her hand and told her I loved her, to watch over us and if it was time to go be with daddy then she can go.  I kissed her forehead and laid on her arm for a moment then I went to the couch to get some rest.  less than 2 hours later on June 29th I woke up and I was very still and I didn’t hear her from her bedroom on the other side of the wall from where I was laying.  You see she had developed the “death rattle” on Sunday morning so I went to sleep hearing her.  I knew at that moment she was gone.  I got up went in and saw the most peaceful, strong, amazing lady lying there knowing she was with her love and in no more pain.  I smiled and said I love you mom and please watch over us.  I kissed her again as I had done the night before and then went to the living room to start the calls that needed to be made.  The details of what took place over the next 4 hours are as vivid as that early morning hour 2 yrs ago.  I first made a call to Hospice, then I called my husband to tell him and our daughter was laying right there and woke up.  I told him to tell her and hold her tight til I could make it home. You see at this point I was strong and I now was in charge to get things done.  I didn’t have time to grieve or cry.  I didn’t want to cry because my mom didn’t cry after my dad passed.  Of course she shed a few tears in private but not much.  The Hospice worker showed up and came into the bedroom after taking a moment to make sure I was ok.  She adjusted my mom to a more “comfortable” position as she said with a smile. She held my mom with such love and compassion.  Then we removed her necklace and her one ring.  The wedding band stayed per her request.  Once the funeral home arrived and prepped her on the gurney I said one last private good bye and away she went as dawn was coming.  I stripped the bed sheets with the Hospice worker and threw them in the dumpster and went home to my family to much needed hugs.  After a short 30 mins nap the funeral home where her service would be called me and I got showered and drove to our hometown to make her arrangements and such.  This 75-90 mins drive alone did me good and I kept smiling knowing how happy she was again and so was daddy.  Once I got home I finished making a couple of phone calls (small family so not much calling to do) and I ate dinner and then crashed for about 12 hours.  I was running on fumes but my body, mind and I believe my parents slowed me down to rest.  Keep in mind I am the only child and was doing all this on my own.  I thank God that she did all her arrangements, picked it all out and paid for it prior.  I just had to finalize flowers and pick the dates when I went to the funeral home.  The next couple of days were at a normal pace and we had her service and burial all on the same day July 2nd so that the few relatives that came for her service could be back home in time for the July 4th holiday!  That is what she would have wanted, no fuss and enjoy family.

Now I am left to clean out her apartment, sell furniture and everything in less than 30 days.  But thanks to my amazing husband, great friends I was able to get all the goods sold, packed up on a truck to family in Illinois and turn in the keys on July 30th.  As the days went on and I sorted through many things I just took to our house to sort later I had many great smiles and laughs at memories from my childhood.  But now comes the reality……….


Part 2 to follow