Losing a Friend

    There is this awful grief that I've been carrying's heavy and ugly and burdensome. I lost my best friend, my person, the one I turned to when I struggle. She didn't die...but our friendship did. There is no repair for what happened, there's no amount of time that will pass that will fix this. No bandaid to make things better. The realization of that part of it was hard to accept. Her not being a part of my life was something I never thought I'd have to deal with. I've never grieved the loss of someone who is alive and well. It's completely foreign. And I didn't just lose HER out of this, but her family as well. People who I loved and cared for...gone right along with her.

    They say ( I don't know who THEY are...) there are seven stages to grief.

    The first is shock or disbelief. I've definitely been through this stage. This is the part where you're constantly asking yourself, "Is this real? This is my life? Are you…

Where Do I Start?

It's been so long since I posted anything...I don't even know where to start. Life is crazy, hectic, upside down for me right now. I'm hoping to start blogging again for ME. To help me get things out of my brain and down onto the screen? ( I wanted to say on to paper...but that doesn't work here...) Maybe getting things out will help me to process. I don't feel like I'm ready...but this tiny post is a step in the right direction.

I think I'm ready for a change...pretty much a word vomit.

I don't know what my issue has been lately. I feel like maybe I could just write everything and everyone off and just run away. It's just something I can't shake. I get so, so tired of pasting a smile on my face and pretending everything is okay. It's not. One thing I know for sure is that the wrong thing to do is run away. I'm tired of being the only responsible person in my family. I feel like I'm constantly parenting my parents and my siblings. I'm tired of being the only one who tries in these relationships. I'm frustrated because I feel like every one has this expectation of me, that I'm supposed to be the one who cleans every thing up. I'm tired of picking up everyone else's pieces. I'm tired of putting everyone before myself. My relationship with my mom, my brother and my sister has failed. That's damn hard to accept. It's even harder not to run to their rescue as they're failing. I have two options in this situation…

Influenster's #Vasoline Vox Box

I got the opportunity to try out some super hydrating #vaseline lotion from Influenster, for free! All they ask is for me to share my opinion with the world!

I was excited to try out this lotion as I had run out of lotion at my desk and was needing to get something new. The person who works beside me can't handle lotions with fragrance, so I was super stoked that this was fragrance free. And it really was. I was a little nervous to try out the Vaseline brand. I thought it was going to either leave my skin sticky or slick. That definitely wasn't the case...this is some of the most hydrating lotion that I've ever used. The soap at work leaves my skin super so dry that during the winter, with the dry air, my finger tips would start to crack. I'm so grateful that I've found something that leaves my skin smooth, hydrated and crack free!.

We ended up purchasing a bottle for at home too. My husband likes to use it on his tattoos, he says it makes them stand out…

NesCafeUSA and Coffeemate

Every so often, I get the chance to check out new products. I recently got the opportunity from and NesCafe to try a new Coffeemate product (free of charge, only want my opinion!)

So I was very interested in trying out this product, because I'm all about coffee. Love the stuff, some days I think it's the only thing that keeps me going.

I have to admit, I didn't read the instructions before I tried it out. I thought it was something that I added TO MY COFFEE...but it wasn't. It's something that you use AS coffee. I kept adding and adding thinking that it was going to chill the coffee out. It smelled like hot chocolate and it was delicious. It was even more delicious once I figured out that didn't need coffee...only hot water.

This will be the perfect thing to take camping this Summer...all I'll need to do it boil some water and POOF! need to bring grounds, filters, sugar or creamer...this is an all in one product. I've found…

This blogging thing is weird...

So there is probably about 20-30 blogs that I follow closely...and while I don't "know" these people, I've never met them in real life, I feel like I do know them. I read all the things they post. I have watched their kids grow. And heck, in some cases, I've watched them grow.

Then I go to comment on something and sometimes I feel weird about it. I get excited when I read a pregnancy post...but I don't know this woman. But I am genuinely excited to watch her grow and see this baby. I get sad when I see them struggle and I want to reach out and offer support, but who am I to them?

I realize that these blogs we have are opportunities to grow relationships with people that you have never, and may never meet. But how do you start those relationships out? How do you reach out without looking and/or feeling like a stalker?!?

The signs I'm getting older...

1. So, I won some tickets on the radio to attend a Katy Perry concert....boy oh boy, did I feel like I was old and out of place! The first guy that played was wearing this dress/moo-moo thing that had a collar...and leggings. For the life of me I could not figure out what he was thinking when he got dressed before the concert. INSTA-OLD.

2. There came a time in my life where sleeping started to hurt! I'm not sure at what age, all I know is that when I wake up, I sound like a rice crispy (snap, crackle and pop!) and I hurt in places that make no sense. Have you seen the way children can fall asleep?!? and they wake up bouncy and fine! Geesh.

3. I changed my email address to a serious one! No more coolchickypie2001 hahaha...

4. All of my sports hero's have retired...and sports just aren't the same!

5. You know you're getting old when you're talking to your friends and all the stories start with, "remember when..."

6. I've got to scroll to get to my birt…