In a pinch? I gotcha covered


Ok girls gather around …..

I’m not sure about you but my purse has everything in it but the kitchen sink, you need a safety-pin or a staple remover?  I got you covered.  I try to clean my purse out weekly but I always find a reason to keep certain items in there because , well you just never know when you may need to freshen up!

A little over a week ago my best gal pal, Dennine sent me a little something in the mail (belated birthday gift) and I needed to share these awesome treasures with you.

The first is called Pinch Provisions, this little silver mini emergency kit fits in the palm of your hand and is packed with 17 different items!! YEAH 17!!!


This set contains:
– Adhesive bandage
– Safety pin
– Earring backs
– Deodorant towelette
– Nail polish remover pad
– Stain remover pad
– Clear elastics
– Lip balm
– Emery board
– Tampon
– Hair spray
– Clear nail polish
– Dental floss
– Mending kit
– Breath freshener
– Double-sided tape
– Pain reliever

It’s now tucked away in my purse!!

The next item is from Too Faced it’s the Darlings Makeup Collection, it includes lip,eye and face primer, mascara, lip plump lip gloss.


I’ve been a loyal Benefit cosmetics user, but I gave these products a try and I’m hooked!!  plus ….they fit great in a side pocket in your purse, ohh and the lip gloss fits nice and snug in my little silver “in a pinch” case!!

Thanks De!!

Now…let’s talk about hair!

I’m a gal from the eighties and when I was young I teased…sprayed and teased some more it was all about height!!  I admit I never quite got away from the big hair, granted I’m not pulling a Snooki hairdo.I like some volume…..I feel extremely naked and a bit off if I leave the house without hairspray in my hair.

Last Sunday while at the salon the stylist asked if I wanted it styled….

“yes please and can you give it some volume? tease it a bit”

She smiled and totally understood my need for a little height…..because she was sporting a nice bouffant of her very own. Maybe it’s a Southern thing….I’ve heard “the higher the hair the closer to heaven” many times since moving to Arkansas. She went to her shelf and brought over a product that I never seen before, she told me it’s a powder that helps with volume and teasing.

“Can you see the powder? does your hair look like you have dandruff?”

She laughed and told me no….. “I’ve always used hairspray, I didn’t know there was a powder for teasing” I told her.

I watched her carefully ….. and I was very impressed with the result (sorry I forgot to take a picture) I had volume. I left the store with my little pink bottle.


I’ve been using this product for less than a week now and I had some hits and misses, meaning… will look like you have dandruff if you don’t rub it in or place it where it’s visible!! I actually have been combining this with another teasing product because, I just have more faith in hairspray!



A walk down memory lane


Sunday morning Ann (my daughter) and I went into the shed to grab some of her boxes that were filled with her childhood memories, inside one of her boxes was a journal that I started on December 4,  1986….I was 12. I briefly went though it and laughed at a black and white photo of Kirk Cameron that I had taped to one of the pages with the words “ I love Kirk Cameron” written on the other page.


Last night I opened up my journal and instantly tales of my childhood came alive, reading about growing up in Catholic school was quite entertaining, because that’s where I got my first taste of cliques and how to survive being on the chopping block. Every week it seemed someone upset the “leader” of the group and on this particular day I was cast out of the group …. and now was taken in by the “goody two shoes” of our class.

Nancy hates me and I’m trying to figure out why all she said was “I hate you and I’m not kidding” I’m thinking it was because I wasn’t loud enough in cheerleading practice.  

A couple of months later…. in big black marker appeared “Nancy is no longer here, she went to a new school” and all was right again.

Page after page was a synopsis about my day and an update on the status of my grade school crush was at the bottom in red ink, the funny thing was is one week I’d like him, two weeks later I hated him just to turn around a week later to state how I like him again.

Some memories didn’t leave me laughing, as I continued reading the words of my twelve-year-old self; I was reminded of the many times I got a “lickin” (spanked with the belt) for something my sister had done or for trying to stand up for myself…which never went in my favor.

“my dad took the calico vision out of the playroom and put it in my sister’s room because she wanted to play with it. It was given to both of us for Christmas but she cried because she wanted it in her room, now my dad switched our television sets and guess what ….when I went to turn it on, it doesn’t work”

From what came next didn’t play out in my favor and no amount of trying to get my point across worked because I ended up getting grounded. I still hadn’t learned to just keep my mouth shut. 

One thing that became apparent on those pages was how a childhood friendship was changing and the things that I wrote about back then hadn’t really changed much from the present day. I felt the frustration that my younger self felt as she was trying to make sense of why her friend felt that she had to pretend to be something that she wasn’t just to fit in.

“Marie is acting weird. I don’t know I think it’s because she has stuck up friends and she’s trying to be like them”  , “Marie called and said she couldn’t go to my birthday party because she was going to skateland with her friends from school. She knew about my party since December” , “ I don’t know why Marie invited me to her sleepover when she planned to ignore me. She’s starting to act like them, why would someone want to act like an airhead?”

I don’t know why it was so important for me to hold onto this friendship so tightly, my only guess was the promise we made as little girls to remain friends forever. No matter the changes that I saw in her as time went on I still held on tightly to that promise making excuses for her behavior, always baffled why she thought she had to “play” a certain part for her friends or the people she surrounded herself with.  It wasn’t until very recently that I decided to put our friendship to rest and to leave the memory of those two little girls who at one time were inseparable in the past…where their friendship was carefree and innocent and not plagued by “growing up”.

What surprised me as I continued to read the pages of my journal was that I kept coming back making small entries….sometimes they were quick updates or details of my broken heart. The last entry was August 1996 … I think I will just leave a little note that says  “For a recent update just google Valley Girl Gone Country” . 







Walking on Sunshine


Last Thursday as I was trying to recover from my chocolate cake coma, I received a message from Mark Bialczak stating he nominated me for the Sunshine Award,  “What a way to start off my birthday weekend” I thought to myself as I maneuvered my way over to his blog to see what the Sunshine Award was all about. “The award is given to those who  positively and creatively inspire others in the blogosphere” it stated.  Do I inspire others in a positive and creative manner? …well sometimes I hope so, but sometimes I just shoot for a smile. Thank you Mark for this awesome award!!

Directions for you to accept the award

To accept the award, the awardee must do the following:

1. Display the award on your blog.

2. Announce your win with a post and thank the blogger who nominated you.

3. Present 10 deserving bloggers “who positively and creatively inspire others in the blogosphere.”

4. Link to the awardees and let them know of the nomination.

5. List 10 interesting things about yourself.


Ten things about me…..I’m not sure how interesting or creative this will be, it IS Monday!!

1.  Insomnia is kicking my lumpy forty-year old ass!!   Going on 3 hours of sleep …can’t wait for my head to hit the pillow tonight.

2. I am determined to step outside my comfort zone and introduce myself to the farmers across the street from me….because one of the cows just had a calf and it’s the cutest little thing ever and what an awesome post that would make. Up close and personal with a baby calf and it’s mommy.

3. I’ve lost 18 pounds since October….trying for ten more.

4. I’m a bookaholic

5. I’m rooting for the Seahawks to win the Superbowl

6. I have a secret mini girl crush on Little Miss Lola ~ but who doesn’t, she’s awesome.

7.  When I’m stressed or biting my tongue to keep me from saying something stupid, I pick at my nails or skin around them until it hurts. (my daughter noticed this past weekend….she gave me the look)

8. I saw a ghost in our house

9. My two favorite shows are The Big Bang Theory and The Andy Griffith Show

10. I am so proud of my children.


The ten bloggers who positively and creatively inspire ME in the blogosphere are :












Bad case of the Mondays


I thought by visiting Hobby Lobby (at lunch) and roaming the Christmas aisles would cure my Mondayitis. I was wrong. I must clearly have a bad case of the Mondays because I don’t ever remember leaving that store empty handed.

I knew exactly when I came down with Mondayitis……I stepped on the scale at work and noticed that I didn’t lose one gosh dang pound, I didn’t gain either but I clearly thought that I would jump on the scale and be pleasantly surprised….I was so wrong. “Shit I should have had that dang brownie!!” I thought to myself…. What’s the point of nearly starving myself and working out if I don’t even see some kind of results??  Ok….yes, my jeans are getting looser but still…I like to see it in the numbers!!!  I like to see that my lack of carb intake is at least doing something besides making me cranky!!

It didn’t end there …… I don’t know about you but I believe that if you are going to turn in paperwork to a facility it shouldn’t have any evidence of what you had to eat for …..the last few days. What you present to someone else……torn, wrinkled, coffee and chicken grease stained (I believe) is a reflection of you. I would never hand in an application or letter that looked as though it had been lying on the bottom of my trash can for a week.

I’m not the only one that came down with Mondayitis, my daughter Ann called me on her lunch break to vent about a co-worker. Poor thing is new to the adventures of Cubeville and let me tell you after listening to her…. I don’t miss having to submerge myself in a room full of moody ass-hormonal women who I swear still act like they are in high school. “Mom, I just want to tell her that she’s being a bitch!!”, I explained to her that that wouldn’t be a wise thing to do……she’s a newbie and has to earn her stripes, like I had to do A LONG time ago. “Now, you know why I would come home in a bad mood …..those women would wear me out!!” I told her.  I dreaded going to work sometimes, you had no idea who was going to be on the boss’s shit list for the week or if the person sitting in the next cubicle was going to rat you out for glancing at your cellphone!!

I’m blessed to work at a place where everyone gets along …… we are weasel free!!

I think my diet is making me cranky




“If we go out there you can see Dennine” the hubby said.  “Well, that would be nice and all but she’s gone MIA. I have called and sent several texts over the last month and a half but she hasn’t responded”. I replied.

I know she’s alive; she posts pictures on Facebook of her children… I’m not worried that she fell down a well or was abducted by some alien creature. She’s just busy……and I will continue to tell myself that over and over again, but the way I am feeling today is that you should never be sooooooo busy that you just can’t respond to your best friend…..GOD knows, when shit happens in the lives of my friends, I’m all ears. If they need to rant, cry and bitch about something I am ALWAYS there for them. I don’t look at my phone and ignore them. …maybe I should.

See, the hubby was asked to speak at a retirement ceremony and this means that we may fly out to California for a few days……and Dennine happens to live very close to where the ceremony would take place, so it would give us a chance to see one another.

I miss her

I told my husband that she has a lot on her plate right now and making time to see me probably wouldn’t happen considering she hasn’t responded to any of my messages. Simply ….it is what it is.

~I’m just going to be blunt ….. when someone calls  or sends you a text, send a flipping response. It doesn’t have to be that second or even that same day….just acknowledge it. This isn’t just for my MIA best friend……but THOSE other people know how I feel. I respond…even if I am busy.

Also ….while I am on this rant of mine. When I am asked to do things (this isn’t pertaining to work), I pretty much drop what I am doing and complete the task required of me……it’s just what I do. If I need to research something, plan something, pick something up, call someone, and schedule an appointment …..Whatever, I’m on it….I get it done. What annoys me is if I ask for the same in return do you think it’s done with a prompt “get it done” attitude? HECK NO!!   what I need to do is have the same “I will do it when I get around to it” attitude!

I think this new diet and my lack of sleep has made me cranky

I’m no Simon Cowell but I WILL judge your costume!!!

Over the years I have noticed that I have become somewhat“judgy” when it comes to handing out Halloween candy….I am no where close to the lady in Fargo, ND who has chosen to hand a child (whom she deems obese) a note instead of candy.

See, I have rules ……

If your costume is creative/adorable or damn right awesome = 2 pieces of GOOD candy (snickers…twix….etc)


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If your costume is ordinary (I understand that the parents were too lazy to throw some paint on their face or check PINTEREST for ideas) = 2 pieces of candy …the candy that I don’t like (anything peanut butter/almond joy)



NOW THIS is a ghost costume

NOW THIS is a ghost costume

If a family comes up and are in some sort of themed costume such as superheros or cowboy/cowgirl/rodeo clown = 3 good pieces of candy …..if you bring your dog and the pooch is dressed up, the furkid will get a doggy treat and possibly a lot of unnecessary high pitched “ohhh my gosh how cute his he/she”.

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If you stroll up pushing a stroller with your newborn or child under the age of  9 mths = one piece of candy and a look like “really?? I’m not an idiot….this candy is NOT for your child…cheap ass

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If you come up sporting a costume resembling Miley Cyrus or your regular every day clothes  = the bowl of candy suddenly will disappear and I will tell you “sorry I’m ALL out”

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A bittersweet weekend

On Saturday the hubby and I were Oklahoma bound ….we were on our way to celebrate his mothers 91st birthday and our great nephews 7th birthday.  During our five hour trip we stopped off at an adorable winery called Wiederkehr wine cellars and picked up some of my favorite wines……five bottles to be exact then we drove through a horrible thunderstorm ……which I wish I had a bottle opener because a bottle of wine would have calmed my nerves a great deal but I read instead and by the time we reached the hotel I had finished the book.

As we were unloading the suitcase I noticed that my travel bag wasn’t in the back seat. I thought…well hoped that the hubby stuffed it in the suitcase just to save space. It wasn’t until we were in our room that I decided to touch up my make-up and hair. “Honey is my carry on bag in the suitcase?”, the look on his face told me the answer……he apologized and told him he will watch some football while I go down the street to Walgreens. $57 dollars and 40 minutes later I was back in our room touching myself up!!

The party was held at our nieces house and boy did she out do herself….talk about Pinterest done right!!!  I’ve seen these crafty food/party ideas on Pinterest but with my less than crafty self I would have botched it up somehow. Within minutes of our arrival the house filled up with 15 little kids running all over the place, parents were stuck in the corners  conversing with one another and I caught up with the ones that I hadn’t seen in awhile.



Later on in the evening after the kids left, the remaining family members gathered around momma and celebrated her. Presents and warm wishes were given … I could tell the disease that plagued momma was consuming her more and more, she now sat in a wheel chair and stared at people trying hard to remember who they were. It was sad but no one led on  what we all knew was happening to this amazing woman who has touched our lives in more than one way.

Momma,Sherry,Ashley and me

Momma,Sherry,Ashley and me

Momma grew tired through out the evening…even grabbing my husband and telling him good-night. “ok momma good night” and within minutes she was sound asleep in her wheelchair.

The next morning we gathered at my sister in-laws house for brunch and headed home about an hour later. It was a nice trip ….. but I knew just by the look on my husbands face that he worried about his momma, I reached over and held his hand as we drove in silence for a little while.







I felt like I was knee deep in high school drama again


Last night I received a text from one of my dear friends, Marie (otherwise known as “The Maid of Dishonor”) I could tell by the tone of her message that she needed a little assistance to climb down off the ledge that her over active mind helped her up get up on.

“Omg, I’m going to blow!!! He never got rid of these. Are you freaking kidding me?, he’s still following these girls on Facebook. There’s at least ten of them”

The girls she is talking about are of a slutty nature  for example, Jenna Renee ..she sent me a screen shot of one of the women he’s following.

“This is a deal breaker” she said.

Instead of fueling the fire and climbing on the ledge with her, I decided that I wasn’t going to sugar coat things for her. She can’t control who he “follows” on Facebook ….she should know this by now and for heaven sakes it’s Facebook.

“You can’t control who he follows, he’s not liking them outright, he’s human, this is a small issue, nothing to get on his case about, YOU’RE DATING.  He stopped liking those scandalous pictures on his Instagram which updated to his Facebook page when you told him that you felt disrespected ….which it was considering you are helping him brand his image”

I knew she had snooped ….. nothing good ever comes from snooping.

“I disagree. I told him it bothers me and at this point it’s a matter of respect. We have been talking about getting married and this is pretty much a deal breaker. This is a red flag, I’m following my gut on this one”

I felt myself getting overly anxious, I told her she was being ridiculous and before she does anything stupid to really think about what she is doing. She has a habit of “self sabotaging” her relationships…..picking something small out and making it into a Mount Everest situation.  This man wasn’t her ex boyfriend who are a total pig – this man was the total opposite, he made her and her children a priority, he adores her, he isn’t about the drama or the scandalous lifestyle like her exes were.  I mentioned to her that she was letting her insecurities eat her alive, that if this bothered her so much to tell him in a matter of fact way, don’t bite his freakin head off. She already scared him enough with the whole Instagram debacle….shit she made the guy cry!!!! I also reminded her that he probably followed these girls way before she was even in the picture.

“I am very careful with what I put out there because of my job and the fact that I’m friends with clients and other parents, I don’t want to be linked to a guy I’m dating/potentially going to marry that follows a slew of sluts and secondly he uses FB to promote his business…he’s asking me to stand behind his image and brand but this is just trashy and creepy”.

I had a feeling she had an army of girlfriends fueling this man bashing session and I was the only one brave enough to tell her that she was not seeing clearly.

“It’s not like you are running for some government office, no one is going to dig that deep into who you are dating especially to see who he follows. Marie, you are so worried about him crossing the line or how others may see him but you can’t tell me that you don’t put on some extra charm while you are out at these black tie parties and red carpet events. You flirt….do you think that’s ok? Do you think that you are portraying the right image? I’m just saying don’t condemn this man when you aren’t a saint yourself. You can’t control who he follows….plus if you make a big to do about it you are going to remind him of his insecure, jealous ex-wife” I told her.

“why are you saying I flirt, I wouldn’t disrespect him like that. I bring him everywhere” denial…..urgh. It was like talking to a brick wall.

I was exhausted. I wasn’t going to continue to try to reason with her when that’s not what she wants. She’s looking for a way out of this relationship and in typical Marie fashion she is going to pick this one thing and go with it.

“Marie, please don’t make any rash decisions, sleep on it…call your therapist in the morning…..but if you won’t and you break this off because of this “deal breaker” then I hope you stand behind your decision and not waffle….like you tend to do once the guy grovels at your feet, stand firm in your choice and move forward…don’t look back, which you ALWAYS tend to do….don’t fall weakness to your loneliness. Let your choice to end it be the end of your cycle of repeating years of relationship -will never do agains”

She didn’t respond. I knew she wouldn’t.  She doesn’t like hearing the truth….when someone else (her friend Michelle) is stirring the pot and egging on the drama.  It was then that I shook off the heaviness of the past ten minutes, I couldn’t allow her drama become mine.  I know that she won’t see reason until she is happy in her own skin. Drama is usually due to needing attention, when the attention isn’t totally on her she usually bolts, fearing rejection. Granted at times when I have given her advice she will listen and agree that it makes sense but in the end she won’t change.

The Versatile Blogger Award

Last week, Girl, Intoxicated  nominated me for the Versatile blogger award….I was beyond excited to get this award!! If you haven’t check out her blog you need to…like, right now. Go ….I’ll wait….hmmm, I told you I will wait.

See……… you’re  a fan already!!


These are the rules for The Versatile Blogger Award –

  • Display the award certificate on your blog
  • Announce your win with a post and thank the blogger who nominated you
  • Present 15 deserving bloggers with the award
  • Link your nominees in the post and let them know about their nomination with a comment
  • Post 7 interesting things about yourself

The 15 bloggers I nominate for the Versatile Blogger Award are :

1. Life everyone has one

2. 1 year of Single   (just another sign from the universe that you did the right thing)

3. Life with Lorelai

4. Delighted by life   (now eat some chocolate and celebrate)

5. Kissing a Fool

6. Belle of the library

7. High Heels Off

8. Molly Greye

9. A Newlyweds Journey

10. About a girl

11. Lisa Johnson Sawyer  (now you can test out what I showed you..haha)

12. Fat bottom girl said what

13. Life…a work in progress

14. Aly Hypothesis

15. Mums the word


Now the seven interesting things about me …. hmmmm….

1. I make a kick ass Manicotti

2. I’m right handed

3. I actually love coming to work

4. I actually got kinda sad when I found out Charlotte died, she stayed around for a month….her beautiful web untouched. This is the FIRST and last spider that I will get attached to…NEVER thought I would feel bad for a spider but I did….it’s probably because I named it. (yes I buried her, no I didn’t put her in a box…in case you’re wondering)

5. I’m a loyal friend

6. I make my husband lunch 5 days out of the week ….I’ve never did anything like this before…I was more like the type that would say “you have two hands make it yourself”….but not when it comes to him……he’s my world….urgh….I know. I know.

7. I’m a huge fan of the Shamy


Daily Prompt : I am a rock

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“Why didn’t you ask us for help?”  Mommy Dearest said.  “Ask you for help? The last time I asked for help you looked at me like I was a failure, you made me feel guilty every day when I had to drop off my children …YOUR GRANDKIDS….so I could go to work. I refused to ask for financial help anymore because you would throw it in my face constantly…….I had to do what I had to do to survive. Do you THINK I wanted to bounce a check at the grocery store? The kids had to eat….I knew it was wrong…..but I wasn’t getting much assistance from their father” This is what I wanted to say…….but I didn’t. I just looked at her judgmental stare….the stare that even to this day is impeded in my head. (this was over 16 years ago)

It’s hard for me to ask for help, but I have learned that sometimes it’s better to ask for help rather than go at it by myself….but even though I know this, I still find it difficult.

I also have a hard time with just asking for advice or sharing a current situation with people because well again, I fear judgment….I fear that I will be secretly discussed…..again this has a lot to do with Mommy Dearest and finding out that she spoke horribly about me to a family friend, never thinking that this family friend would share every last detail about their conversations with me and she did this only because she felt sorry for the words she heard coming from my mothers mouth…..but in a way it didn’t shock me but it was heartbreaking to actually hear it from someone elses mouth.

In the last week I actually shared some very personal things with a couple of old friends and ….. well some new friends that I have made through WordPress. I can’t begin to tell you how I feel so blessed that the two (newly made) friends have texted me daily to see how things are going……even during the rough moments they continued to check in. One simply road this hectic ride with me……..while the ones that have known me the longest just well …… had other things on their plate, like going to parties and hanging out with Danny Devito. Yet, when all hell breaks loose in their (her) world I drop everything to make sure she’s ok.

In the end, there are things that I can only rely on myself to accomplish because I know that I am strong enough to tackle it…………….but then there are moments when darkness surrounds me and having those people rally beside me to listen ,to offer sound advice, to help me find humor in a situation, to take my mind off my troubles, to shed some spiritual assistance …… and lastly reaffirming my belief in the meaning of friendship you guys are truly my angels, my rock… guys know who you are, I just want to say THANK YOU!!!


Daily Prompt : I am a rock