tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29074705510479609592025-06-04T01:30:40.453-04:00My view on life and some of what goes on with mine. I hope to make this blog a good place for answers.Saturday's Childhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345020670571317137noreply@blogger.comBlogger90125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907470551047960959.post-49486453033424980772024-10-07T05:00:00.001-04:002024-10-07T05:00:00.121-04:00

It's been oh-so eventful...So I got myself in trouble trying to keep the house, which turned out to be a bit of a money pit. I should've known a 100-year-old house would be falling apart. Realistically, it needs new electrical all around. It works, but it costs too much, and good wiring tends to stay on the lower end even in this economy. Gas heating is overrated. I had gotten into a relationship

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 So, I'm moving back to Florida to be near my family and boy has it gotten expensive to have a place to live?! Some of those prices look decent until you go further in. I got a job in Tampa starting the middle of September. In trying to live closer to my new job, I can't seem to be able to find anything in a doable price range for the fact that I have children. Yes I know, they

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Before I start this post, I want to say I'm not affiliated with this person or seller, I just wanted to put something out there I am happy with.  I was missing the foods I grew up with and couldn't remember how to make them myself. So I went searching for different Puerto Rican Dishes and found a YouTube Video for Arroz con Gandules. From there, I found this cookbook. I decided to buy

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He told me it's too much drama. I can't say he's wrong. I wish I could just not deal with it like him. He doesn't communicate, only expects you to go his way. From January 2018 until September 2019, my son was in a BootCamp and YDC, yes he deserved it but it was still stressful for me. I was working a third shift job with people knocking at my door at about 2pm on random days. That would be like

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I grew up abused as did my brothers. When I was 12, I tried to make my father accountable for it and was sent back to home because there was no concrete proof. My dad led the house with fear. In life, I've had one physically abusive boyfriend and several mentally/emotionally abusive ones. I am not by any means perfect and have made some very stupid decisions. I refuse to let my son

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In July 2019 I took what's called a Success Initiative Class. This is a local offshoot of Circles USA. Unfortunately the local one doesn't keep up with it's Facebook page, but you can learn some about how to get in contact with them this way. There are technically 12 classes, one day a week for 12 weeks. They do a morning session at times that is brought down to six or seven classes because

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It's been a very long time since I even attempted to keep up with this and, if anyone actually kept up with me, I'm sorry. We all know we've been going through this COVID-19 scare. I'm somewhere in the middle of believing a few conspiracy theories because I have too much time on my hands. As a housekeeper at a local attraction site, I'm non-essential because it has been temporarily shut down

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I very recently decided to get my DNA done with 23andMe(My referral link) so that I could find out more about my heritage. I knew my father was born in Mayaguez, Puerto Rico and my mother was a first or second-generation American-Sicilian born in Brooklyn, New York. I grew up not knowing any of my relatives and knowing my heritage became more important to me after having my children. 

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I am constantly busy for the longest time so haven't been able to get on here much. It takes a lot of working to have enough money to get by. So here's a catch up post. It'll probably be long. My teenage daughter is visiting with her father for the first time right now. They are a couple states away and I'm missing her like crazy. But she wanted to spend time with the other side of her family

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As far as I've seen, to both them and their family it means you put them above everything else in your life even if they don't do the same for you. If you already have children, it's just not possible and not the right thing to do. Those children and what they need come first. I'm around too many people that don't understand this part of me. My children are FIRST. They were there before you and

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I've been playing COD quite a bit lately. I missed this game. There are so many people that just want to talk everyone's ears off. I have a headset and mic for two reasons. One is to blurt out where I was killed for my teammates. And the other is so that my children don't hear the crap people say on the game(there's quite a bit of racist hate speech for a game). There was this chick complaining

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Just a few weeks before they got married I tried to go to sleep at the time my kids and my boyfriend do last night, but only wound up sleeping 3 hours because of it. So it's more like a long nap. I like being awake when it's quiet usually. It's the best time to think and get things done. Today would have been my parents 49th anniversary. Now that my dad has passed, I wish I'd really

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There were these whiners on COD BO2 Last night that just was cussing everyone and calling everyone Trump Haters. Why do stupid people have to bring politics and their dumb fuckery into a game? I go on it because killing avatars is somehow satisfying and then gotta hear this crap. Come on now. Let people play their game and bring your protesting somewhere it matters.

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I wrote this 7/20/18 and contemplated it for a long time before posting. I don't feel quite as angry as I did then but feel the info is still relevant. So I'm posting. Children aren't really supposed to know the hardships. But when they seem to deliberately cause them by refusing to control their anger they definitely need to know. In my area, if your kid gets into trouble, YOU have a lot of

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It figures, every time a place comes up with something digital that's decent, they fuck it up. So what that's it's a service I guess they don't need to provide. Why screw it up by forcing us to scan a qr code at the store? My phone's cam got so scratched I can't take pictures, so now I can't use the saving's catcher app. The other app I used to use that doesn't work for me anymore is King of

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I complain a lot. I guess I have to have something to complain about sometimes. But I sat and thought today and my complaints are little compared to the good in my life right now. My children and I have a place to sleep. It's not ideal, but it exists. We have food and when we don't eat it's really our own fault. You know, looking in the cabinets and fridge and not wanting what's there is very

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I dislike the holidays since my mom passed. I am pretty much forced to celebrate them more extravagantly than I care to. I'm fine with just hanging out at home and making special desserts for the family. But now I have to do get-togethers if I want to keep those around me happy. Each year it seems like I have less to celebrate. Things are definitely looking up lately, but I'm still not in a mood

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"Never a Dull Moment" is a phrase that seems to have encompassed my entire life so far. There's always some crisis going on. Some say they wouldn't trade anything, but if I could go back in time and know just enough to change things I would. I would do things differently. My 13 year old has started becoming depressed enough to cut herself. She has mentioned suicide to her friends. I tried to

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Our chickens are giving eggs! That's not a pic of them because I can't seem to find it. That's a pic of tomatoes from the garden. I need a new camera. At 4 months old, our chickens started laying this week and we ate our first set this weekend. I am so excited. I've been wanting to raise chickens for eggs for so long. It's wonderful to see a dream come to fruition. Some updates: Still doing

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I used to love going to the beach. It was the only place I felt free and truly calm. Whether I went alone, with friends, or with family. It was my sanctuary. I bring this up today because my daughter has the chance to go on a field trip to a beach and I am going to do whatever I can to come up with the money for her to go. I want her to feel that freedom. It's scary as hell because anything

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Oh my gosh this town's driving annoys the hell out of me. When you're going the speed limit someone behind you wants to ride your ass and do the hand gesture of move; or you wind up behind someone that wants to go ten mph under the speed limit. To the ones gesturing me to move...you get a gesture of the speed limit number and a finger back. To the others...I'll just bitch and moan the whole time

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So Amazon decided to block me from writing reviews. I really don't understand why, or how I violated a guideline or showed bias. If something works, you say it. If it doesn't, you don't. I guess I'm supposed to make up a problem. I do get some things discounted because I'm good at finding that stuff. So if they don't want to let me review the deeply discounted stuff, so be it. However, this

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A few months ago my boyfriend and I were talking about when/if we move in together and where we wish we could live. During the conversation I said to him "Ooh find out if we can have chickens", and he just kind of looked at me. A few days later he started looking into having chickens and told me he'd been wanting them as well. So since then we've been working on this. So we started out

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So I recently started a job as a floor cleaner at a local grocery store.  During work, I found this. I believe this is a cherry seed. And I think that is just nasty. I'm not even worried about the part about someone walking around eating it. I've seen people sample the produce before in lots of stores and don't think it's considered bad. Not sure. My issue is that someone was nasty

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I started this post in May 2018 I am thinking a lot today. I saw my counselor. Told her some of my feelings. She actually validated some of them rather than telling me I was wrong. She has been trying to help me use my "wise mind" more than m emotional mind to make decisions. When I open up about some of the things in my past she has told me I actually handled them well. The fact that I

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