Fearless Fact Friday: 01.09.15

On more than one occasion, I've rolled up to the office of the day or church while hip hop/rap with "questionable" lyrics is loudly playing. 

Today was one of those days - Big Pimpin' by Jay-Z. 

I am pretty sure no one heard this today, yet they may have seen me drop my water bottle in the parking lot. 

If so, they witnessed a pitiful face as I watched plastic shatter at my feet and the cucumbers remaining intact in the infused part of the water bottle. 

I stayed up past my imposed bed-time to slice the cucumbers and chill the water, yo. 

Ok, fine, I made my morning coffee too but still. . . 

The bright side is the straw for said BPA free now shattered plastic bottle is the perfect color match for my travel kleen kanteen. 

Bright side, y'all.

I see it. 

Really, it does!

I have often wondered how well the bio bags I use for composting work. 

By work I mean do they really break down in the compost.   

If I composted in the back yard I would know for sure but I don't; back yard compost that is. 

I do, however, compost daily and let my local garbage company compost my goods. 

Big shout out to having this option readily available.  Thank you Waste Management. 

I recently, like last night recently, discovered the bio bags really, I mean REALLY do work.

 I lifted the bag from the can and whoopsie, the bottom fell out. 

 

Yup, sho' did. 

 

I took a moment and said, "Aww geez."

 

Then I laughed and proceeded to clean up the mess. 

 

Thankfully, it wasn't too slimy.  Peels, cores, a Halo gone wrong, tea bags, a compostable plate (retrieved from the recycle can), paper napkins. 

 

So, take it from me - they work.  Really, it does break down. 

 

Perhaps I should not wait more than 7 days to remove the bag next time.    

 

Saturday Night

All was bright.

Wine.

Pie. 

Laughter.

Dancing.

Saturday night. 

It felt right.  

Fearless Fact Friday 12.19.2014

Fearless Fact Friday. 

Each Friday, on Facebook, I reveal a fact about me some might find embarrassing. 

I find the act of doing so liberating. 

Transparency is freeing. 

Why bother with secrets when something one says might have a fellow human being saying, "Me too!" or deriving pleasure from the secrets  tidbits I share?

A'int nobody got time for perfection, pretension, hiding  that. 

Today I share pretty much every white T-shirt I have has a spot on it, somewhere. 

Yeah, so about that. . .

Mother Nature - You Show Off, You

Mother Nature. 

She can be such a show off from time to time. 

Lately, in these parts, she has been having fun; showing us what she can do. 

She has given us unseasonably warm temps. 

Record breaking high of 66 in the Pacific Northwest during the month of December.

She has given us rain.

Lots and lots of rain in which land has eroded to the point of houses finding their way in to the ocean

She has given us what the locals call sunbreaks, in which double rainbows appear magically. 

She has given us wind. 

 

Sustained winds in the 20s and gusts in the 50 plus mph range. 

 

Wind which has the kitty on high alert and me heading to the local hardware store for lamp oil and batteries. 

Not pictured: another lantern, another oil lamp, flashlights, hand lights, and a long reach butane lighter

Fortunately, as the mighty trees swayed and snapped outside, the lights flickered once or twice.  Thankfully we didn't experience power outages and the neighborhood's storm damage was minimal. Others in the area were not as lucky.   

She has also given us fog. 

Show off, Mother Nature. 

I a'int mad at you. 

I appreciate you.

I love you.

You make my soul sing. 



 

Answer the Call

Kindness. 

Appreciated when received. 

Easy to extend, yet difficult to do.

Wednesday night before Thanksgiving found my tribe and me hungry after some intense soul work. 

We wanted pho. 

It was 11:00 PM.

Our local "go to" place is open until midnight on weeknights so we piled in the biggest car and off we went.

For whatever reason, those working this particular night decided only to-go orders would be accepted at 11:15 PM. 

After some grumbling, we piled back in the car and headed to the other pho places in town to see if our craving could and would be satisfied. 

It was not meant to be this night.  We didn't like this.  Nope,  not one bit. The pho beast was calling. 

We were meant to be somewhere else.  Somewhere else we did not want to be but where He wanted us to be. 

This I didn't see until a few days later. 

 God wanted us at IHop. 

Yup, I said it and I believe it.  He called us to IHop. 

See, we arrived and it was what those in the industry call being in the weeds. 

There were only 2 servers, limited kitchen staff, and a lot of people in search of food on a cold, rainy Thanksgiving Eve. 

Two souls, both with a name starting with J - one male, one female - were doing their best to manage. 

Immediately upon our arrival, the phone was ringing.  And ringing.  And ringing.  One of the Js was exasperated from finally making her way to the phone, only to be hung up on.

She had a look in her eye and sigh on her breath. 

A look and sigh that spoke to me.

Ever so softly in my ear I heard - say something. 

So I did. 

I said something to the effect of, "Girl, I got you.  Lemme get that for you next time.  Thank you for calling IHop, how can I help you. . .is that standard?"

She cracked a smile. 

 The tension eased a tiny bit.  The air around her felt lighter. 

She took the 5 of us to our table. 

I believe she apologized for the wait, said she would be helping the other J out with serving us, and asked what she could get us to drink.

Orders were placed and drinks promptly brought to us.   I honestly don't remember which J brought us our drinks or our food for that matter or which one made sure our drinks didn't run dry.

Throughout the experience I attempted to lighten the load so to speak.  Cracking jokes, spreading kindness, and hoping the other patrons would see their plight and take it easy on them. 

When all was said and done, the Js were professional.  The Js were gracious. The Js were attentive.   

They could have been cranky.  They could have been less attentive.  They could have been any number of things but they chose kindness. 

As we left to check out, one of the kitchen staff was calling for the assistant manager to come in to assist them. 

He or she declined. 

Declined!

When your team calls for help, and it is not the calling wolf kind of help, you show up.  This is my philosophy at least. 

I knew what I had to do. Whether they accepted or not, I was making the offer. I was extending myself. 

Hugs. 

I offered the Js hugs. 

Hugs in which I made them lean in to. 

To take a moment and let a total stranger embrace them.  To let a total stranger extend kindness.  To let a total stranger validate their plight. To let a total stranger bear the burden for a few seconds.  To let a total stranger honor them. 

A few days later a call was placed to the general manager to let him know of their outstanding service. 

A day after that, the tribe and I took each one a card and a pie.  I didn't read what else was written on the card by my people.  I don't need to know. 

To know they wanted to honor, thank and recognize the Js made my heart full.

We will most likely never know what their reaction was to a table of 5 exuberant - possibly obnoxious women - cracking jokes, forcing hugs, calling general managers, dropping off pies and a card.  

That's alright by me. 

What I do know is kindness, gratitude, love, laughter, and answering the whispers is

Appreciated when received 

 

Easy to extend, yet difficult to do

 

 

Go. 

Do. 

It might make all the difference to someone else and bring you joy too.

Peace and Love Y'all.     

These Days

Fall is upon us. 

As of this evening I have closed the windows to their halfway mark and removed the fan from my bedroom window. 

Even as I type this, I am in slipper socks, lounging pants, a tank top, and a fleece hoodie. 

The fur baby is cuddled up on her woobie, all snug as a bug in a rug on my feet. 

That look you see above is her giving me the eye. 

She's happy I am home but is not a fan of the lap desk blocking her access to my lap.

This has been a common sight lately. 

I wish I could snuggle her all the time but life.  Life calls us to other tasks. 

Some of which I should be doing right now. 

Peace and Love, xoxoMo

Dirty Dozen

I participate in Instagram photo challenges. 

I do so as it gives me an opportunity to be present and capture my surroundings through a camera lens, which more often than not is via my iPhone4S. 

The subjects of the day are usually not items I would choose to take a picture of without prompting. 

I like this aspect of the challenges. 

I enjoy seeing how others interpret their life from the prompting of one word. 

Today's subject was money.

I decided to open my coin purse and see what would randomly fall free from the depths of the faux crocodile patent "leather".  

12 coins. 

12 coins adding up to $1.00. 

12 coins representing all the decades I have been alive. 

Random.

I am intrigued.   

If these coins could talk, what would they say?

Where have they been? 

How many hands have touched them? 

 Their story stops today. 

I am going to mount these coins in a shadow box to remind me to maintain a sense of wonderment, to never cease asking questions, to see and find joy in the simple, to embrace the random, and honor the mystery of every day. 

I had no idea so much would come from a photo challenge asking for money to be captured. 

I'm thankful it did.   

Mark the Day

After the holidays and getting over the flu, I had a handful of thank you cards I needed to send. 

I like to keep it funky and fresh so I headed to Michael's to see if I could find something that would catch my eye and feed my crafty soul.

I had a few designs in mind and was hopeful I would be able to make them reality.

In the end I did. 

Made one of them a reality that is.

However, I paid full price for the goods I purchased that fine winter night. 

Full.  Price. 

I had no coupons on me. 

This my friends never happens. 

You know the phrase never say never.  Well, let's just say I will never, ever, ever say never say never again. 

Nor will I leave the house and head to Michael's or JoAnns without a coupon in hand. 

I'd share a picture of what I bought and the final creation with you if I could but for some unknown reason, I am not able to upload pictures right this minute. 

Perhaps later in the day or over the weekend. 

Peace. xoxo Mo

Saturday Morning Peek

Do you make to do lists? 

I do.

Mostly my to do lists are made in my black leather journal or electronically though Outlook for my smartphone records. 

A few Friday nights ago I sat down to write out my to do list for the weekend on a scrap of paper that followed me around all weekend.   

Because of the snow and ice, Pamela packed her gym bag in her daughter's Princess backpack as this was what she had with her this fine Saturday, January 21st.   

My thoughts are to embrace it.  Each one of us is a princess. Girly and sparkly fit her personality too.  In case you are wondering, she totally rocked it.     

Naturally my gym bag is gender neutral versus being representative of a princess. I assure you from the inside out, it holds princess, girly items.  

Really.  It does. 

Yup, there's Lucky checking it out. 

She's inquistive like that. 

You would think she is all about the snacks laying on top of the bag but nope, she is all about the swimsuit and boy shorts in the bag.  She has a thing for chlorine and salt water. 

When I say thing, I mean THING.  Like let me devour you thing.  If I don't hide the swimsuit she is bound to get a hold of it and suckle it until I wash it.  She will also attack me if I have not showered the smell away upon my return from the pool.  

Crazy kitteh.

As some of you may want to know what snacks are on top of the bag, here's a closer view.

I ate the apple and the cinnamon crunch bar.  I introduced Kari to the veggie straws.   

Sadly, I have not booked my brow appointment.  I might need to really get on that soon before the strays take over. 

Peace, Love, Laughter.  xOxO, Mo

Desk Abstract

My constant desk/office companions have grown.

On top, Brown Betty.  It really appeals to my "green" side and rolling documentation needs by having the insert be refillable versus hardbound.  I use it for work related conversations, voice mails, to do, outgoing calls, etc.. It's pretty much a catch all for me and even in the technological age in which we live, I can't imagine my life without Brown Betty by my side.  I heart it so much I have a black one for personal use. 

Next is my latest best friend, which is a 947 page book on all things Office 2010.  I also have a 1114 page book just for Excel 2010.  I know you are envious. 

Below this is a padded clipboard with a legal pad of paper.  It's called a fashion clipboard in the stores.  You wouldn't expect anything less from me would you?  I didn't think so.  When analysis and documentation call for old school pencil and paper from time to time, why not  have a pretty clipboard, especially when you are able to find it on sale like I did for less than $2.00?

Rounding out the bottom is a leather covered notebook in which there are contact lists, geographical map information, a calendar -- you know some of the essentials you might need to in a jiffy -- encased in moveable plastic folder pocket dividers.  It also has paper to write on and the coolest part of this customizable system by arc is you can move the sheets around in the binder without the bulkiness of a 3 ring binder.

That's just what's on top of the desk.  Let's not even get started for what I carry in my briefcase when I'm on the road. 

Ok, ok.  Maybe I will do that one day but not today. 

Peace, Love, Laughter. xOxO, Mo   

Living in a Winter Wonderland

Current weather conditions in my neck of the woods is
28 degrees

Feels like 25 degrees

High is forecasted to be 31

Low is forecasted to be 28

The winds are 11 mph NNE

Dewpoint is 27°

Sunrise was at 7:50 AM

Humidity is 93%

Sunset is at 4:49 PM

Visibility is 1 mile

UV index 0

In the last hour, 0.06 precipitation was measured

A nice, fluffy powder type of snow is falling right this minute. 

It sure is pretty to look at outside my window, with a cup of coffee in hand and slipper socks on my feet. 

Telecommunting was an obvious choice today. 

Back in the day I would be hankering to hit the slopes but my bum knee tells me otherwise these days. 2 surgeries is one too many. 

Peace, Love, Laughter.  xOxO, Mo

Duh!

Santa brought me a daily calendar for my enjoyment in 2011. You can read about it here.  

I shared some of the facts with friends, professionally and personally, when I felt there was a good one to send. 

No Secret Santa calendar was gifted to me this year.  I pondered if I should buy one or not. 

The answer became clear this afternoon as I dropped a chunk of change on 2010 Excel and Microsoft Office 2010 books this afternoon. 

At 50% off, I couldn't resist picking up a new one to carry on the fun fact sharing.  Bonus is I use the back of the sheets for notes, scribbles, etc..  This calendar has daily extra treats in the form of puzzles, riddles, tips, facts on the back of the page so for the price I paid for it, I declare SCORE!

I know you really want to know what today holds in store for you.

It's what I would refer to as an eh one.  You might really like it though. 

Here goes - Clear Thinking on a Cloudy Day:  The magazine writer Dorothy Parker, infamous for her sharp wit, held a long-running feud in the 1920s with the wealthy socialite Clare Booth Luce. At a formal party, someone complimented Mrs. Luce by exclaiming that the wife of the publisher of Time magazine was always kind to her inferiors.  "Really?" Parker responded.  "And where does she find them?"  

The Daily Extra?  Unscramble the following letters to reveal this January word:  aw  steer

It took me a few minutes but I figured out the word.  Do you see it too?

Peace, Love, and Laughter.  xOxO, Mo

Friday Night

Not the best picture but represents my Friday night perfectly.

Candles lit, whether by flame or battery, throughout the house.

Feel good TV. I watched the last hour of  Fireproof and all of Facing the Giants via CMT.

Skyped with 2 of my favorite people. 

Nommed on a slice of frozen pizza. 

Enjoyed a mug of hot cocoa. 

Took delight in the decorated Christmas tree to my right. 

Snuggles with the kitteh.   

Filled Kenny, my Kindle, back up with 6 books I have been wanting to read.  Merry Christmas to me. 

Now watching The Squeeze on MSNBC. 

A very nice way to spend a Friday night in.  Tiny slices of heaven on earth. 

Peace, Love, Happiness, and Laughter.  xOxo, Mo

My Pee Pants

Dictionary.com defines shame as
1. the painful feeling arising from the consciousness of something dishonorable, improper, ridiculous, etc., done by oneself or another: She was overcome with shame.

2. susceptibility to this feeling: to be without shame.

3. disgrace; ignominy: His actions brought shame upon his parents.

4. a fact or circumstance bringing disgrace or regret: The bankruptcy of the business was a shame. It was a shame you couldn't come with us.

My friends tell me I have no shame. 

You'll see how this came about as a topic of conversation recently when I share a page from my book of life with you shortly. 

I thought long and hard about this.  What makes me feel shameful?

Not a lot is the conclusion I came to. 

How is this so? 

I own my actions. 

I stand behind, in front of and with the words exiting my mouth I put into the universe. 

I try not to have regrets or disgrace myself or others. 

I am comfortable with my actions and with who I am. 

'Tis true I do behave in ridiculous and in an improper manner from time to time but these actions don't bring me shame. 
 
So, with this being said, when I made the pee pee pants -- totally sober, not ill, and in the parking lot of Costco Friday, Dec. 9th -- I knew I'd be sharing the story with my friends. 
 
Yes, that is right.  I, a woman closer to the age of 40 than not, made pee pee pants. 
 
I had the day off from work.  4 cups of coffee and 48oz of water later while being out and about lead to my making of the pee pee pants. 
 
After I took care of some bisnatch at home, I headed out to meet friends for lunch and to run some errands. 

Keep this look in mind as the story progresses. 

 
Upon arriving at their office, I used the restroom.  At this point I was about 3.5 cups of coffee in. 
 
We headed to lunch.  This is where I didn't consume that much to drink.  I was busy nomming on my naked chicken salad minus dressing, add the queso, pile on the pico goodness from Qdoba. 
 
After a quick game of old school paper football with hand goals, we said our goodbyes and I headed to my crack house, Impress. 
 
No bathroom break needed here.  I knew I could wait until I made it to Ulta.  Off I went in the car to Ulta, down the road and around the corner.   
 
No problems here y'all.  Just me sucking down the rest of the coffee and making the water a thing of the past.
 
Bathroom break at Ulta.  Supplies re-stocked and off to Costco I go.
 
I zoom through the aisles getting what I need.  As I stand in line to check out I realize I need to tinkle.  I think to myself I can hold it until I get home.  There is no one to watch my cart if I go to the bathroom here.  Yeah, I can hold it.
 
I have a bladder of steel. 
 
Be the bladder of steel. 
 
There I am.  Finished checking out.  Wishing the lady looking over my receipt would quit fawning over my new faux fur blanket, the screaming hot deal on a hot and cold laminator, and just let me go. 
 
Can't she see by the look on my face I need to pee?
 
Oh yeah, that's right.  I have a bladder of steel and can hold. it.  Be the bladder of steel.
 
Finally, I make it to my car.  I say finally because I went down the wrong aisle, couldn't squeeze the cart through the cars (tried twice between two sets of vehicles), and ended up having to add more I can hold it, I can hold it thoughts to myself as I went back up the aisle only to come down another parking lot aisle, and arrive at my car. 
 
I unlock the trunk.  I position the cart to block me in like any sane, single girl does.  
 
Slowly I begin to unload the grocery cart of goodies.  
 
Keep in mind I am now crossing my legs, squeezing my bladder, saying hold it hold it hold it hold it and attempting to be the bladder of steel. 
 
Then it happens.  A tiny trickle.  I think to myself, "I got this."  Bladder of steel. Unload. Get home. 
 
Keep unloading.  More hold it hold it hold HOLD IT. . . and darn, there it goes.  
 
The gates opened.  I had no choice than to let it go.  The bladder of steel lives here no more. 
 
I sat on my bumper and politely made the pee pants with the above smile on my face as seen in the picture taken before I headed out.  
 
Wait, I thought to myself.  You're wearing sweater Uggs.  You must protect the Uggs.  
 
Yes folks, that was a real thought,  Priorities.  You'd be proud to know I have skills worthy of doing just that.  All you have to do is squat a little bit, press thighs and knees together, extend your feet shoulder width apart and you too can save your sweater Uggs from the pee pee.
 
So, as I am sitting on my bumper in said stance, I notice my pee is Moutain Dew yellow.  Oh yeah, that's right.  I took the B100 later in the day.  If anyone looks my way I can always act like I spilled a Mountain Dew.  Yeah, yeah, that's it.  I spilled Mountain Dew. 
 
Once I finished doing my business, which obviously I couldn't hold, I put the cart away, grabbed the blanket from the back seat, and drove myself home.  In my pee pants. 
 
Upon arrival home, shower, change of clothes, and no feelings of shame. 
 

The bladder of steel doesn't live here. 

 
Upon sharing the story with my W2 crew after our Saturday AM exercise, I was gifted with a pee saver for the next time I think I can hold it. 
 

You pee in the sack and it turns it to a gel like substance.  I hear you can get them at auto supply stores.  I might need to get more than just this one seeing as we all know there will be a next time I think I can hold it. 

Hey, do the stripes on my gloves and hat make me look big?

Peace, Love, Laughter.  xOxO, Mo
 
 

Here

Hi. 

I am here. 

If you are reading this, you are too. 

I know I have been absent from my blog for far too long. 

I have no excuses. 

I've been busy. 

Busy living. 

Busy loving. 

Busy laughing. 

Busy investing in me.

Which made me realize an investment in me is my blog.  That's why I started it to begin with. 

To document. 

To share. 

To welcome others to my itsy bitsy teeny weeny part of the world in which I not only survive but thrive in. 

So, yes, I am here. 

I am BACK. 

My self imposed goal is a minimum of 3 entries per week. 

Stay tuned. 

Y'all come on back now ya' hear. 

Peace, Love, Happiness.  xOxO, Mo

Chocolate Cures All?

About 15 minutes ago I was in a panic.

Heart racing. 

Breathing was fast and furious.

I was picking my left thumb cuticle.   

Purse was turned upside down and inside out.

Desk drawer emptied. 

Mind in a frenzy. 

Why was I in such a state?

I thought I had misplaced a necessary financial record of the personal nature.

I remembered I had Hershey's bars in the kitchen.

One must always have s'mores ingredients on hand this time of the year.

I made my way to the kitchen.  Opened the cabinet.  Unwrapped the bar and took a deep breath.  Broke off the first row.  While stuffing a few pieces in my mouth I asked myself, "If it is lost, I can deal with the situation how? Think Mo, think." 

I made my way around the corner, down the hall, and back to the office.  Candy bar in hand, I opened the same desk drawer, pulled a few things out, and viola - there was the missing financial record. 

Devouring the bar might not have been what allowed me to find the item but it sure did calm my anxiety, for about 45 seconds or so.

Now I have to add an extra 5-10 minutes of the treadmill to the mix to accommodate the indulgence and remember to restock the Hershey's.  At least I'm somewhat calm again and have the "missing" item in my possession.

Chocolate.  It's a cure all. 

Peace, Love, Laughter, and Soul Y'all. 


Photo courtesy of this website.

I'm a Big Girl Now

Meet Billy.

How did I come about this decision?

After 2 trips to the Starbucks down the street in one day I decided I had enough.  It was time. 

It was time to finally have a coffee maker in the house.  

I'm a tea drinker.  

Rather I should say, I was one.  

Don't get me wrong. I'll still drink tea.  

It's just now I'll be drinking coffee and making dirty chais at home without paying out the arse for two shots of espresso.  

Billy IS a bad ass.  Hence, the name Billy.  You know for when people say Billy Badass. 

He rocks my socks off. 

I'll go as far as to say I'm in love with him. 

He's already shown me the investment of his purchase was well worth it.    

The girly part of me said get the stainless steel one for aesthetics. Plus, this model comes with all the attachments built in versus buying add ons.   

With over 200 K cups to choose from, I invite you to come over for a cup or two.

Peace, Love, and Soul Y'all.     

Slow My Roll

For the second time, in less than 3 months, I have locked my keys in the car outside of Target. 

I definitely need to slow my roll. 

Let's set the stage shall we. 

I have a routine for each Saturday morning.  It starts off with a chai tea latte of course. 

Then I go for a massage followed by a chiropractic adjustment.  Every 6 weeks I get my hair cut and colored.  Every 3 weeks I get my brows done.  In between those appointments are the errands I need to take care of. 

Normally I would take care of these errands during the week.  Doing so is challenging when I am out of town so I am usually running around like a mad woman going from one place to the next in a rush each Saturday. 

I schedule appointments with travel time and roughly a ten minute break in between - if I am lucky. I am usually out and about for 12 hours.   

This past Saturday looked like this: 
Wake at 0715. 

Make the pee pee. 

Shuffle to kitchen.  Fishy kiss Reggie and Spike.  Make chai tea. 

Shuffle back to bathroom.  Shower.  Throw on lotion, clothes, makeup. 

Head out to massage.  Finish punishing but much needed massage.   

After massage stop by Office Depot.  Scowl when discovered they are out of the sheet protector/insert I was in search of.  Leave empty handed. 

Drive across street to gas station for bag of chili cheese Fritos for chiropractor and a drink for me. 

Get an adjustment.  Good crack-a-lackings. 

Drive through Arbys for a mini sammich. 

Head to salon for cut and color.  Sparkles be gone. 

Check to see if Pier 1 has the room spray in stock yet.  No such luck.  Leave empty handed. 

Head over to JoAnns and PetCo for flock and fish food. 

Meet BFF for pho at our joint. 

Head to Home Depot in search of flowers for the planters.  Leave empty handed. 

Finish errands at Target. 

Determine keys are locked in the car of Target's parking lot.  

Call housemate to the rescue as extra set of keys is at home. 

No answer. 

Attempt to call cab companies, yes multiple cab companies, to get a ride. 

Call housemate.  He answers.  Holla! 

Cancel cab ride. 

Move cart of stuff from parking lot to entrance of Target.  Wait for housemate to arrive.

Resemble homeless folks with full cart of stuff with both the BFF and I eating movie snackies from the cart. 

BFF plays music and begins to brainstorm as to how we can panhandle to pass the time.  Laughs ensued.   

Housemate arrives. 

Head home.  Change clothes, get out Snuggies, and watch The Social Network. 

Hug BFF goodbye and call it a night. 

I really need to pay better attention to my get out of the car routine apparently.  Either that or I need to stop shopping at Target as this is the exact same location I locked my keys in the car at last time. 

On the list of errands this week/weekend?  Get extra car keys made. 

At this stage of my life's game, I find this to be a necessity. 

Peace, Love, Laughter, and Soul y'all. 

Daily Dose

Do you take vitamins daily?

How about herbal supplements?

Fiber?

I do.

2 Omega 3 gummies.  1 wellness formula, which is like a multivitamin on steroids.  2 probiotics.  1 calcium.  1 vitamin D3.  2 psyllium fiber capsules taken 2x a day.  1 B50 complex. 

Yup, yup.  I shove those bad boys down my throat daily, usually right after I finish eating breakfast.

I can be quite the sight at a hotel breakfast table.  

Go on ahead and lookie loo people.    

My health is important to me.  I don't get to eat or rest the way I prefer while I am on the road so this daily dose is my way of taking control and being preventive.  

Monday I had my yearly and physical appointments.  

My blood pressure is perfect according to the doc. 

The first round of results on my blood work came back with 2 thumbs up status.  

I'm feeling pretty good about this, all things considered.  

Do yourself a favor.  Take control of your health and wellness.  You deserve it.  

Really you do. 

Peace, Love, Laughter, and Soul Y'all.