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Day 12: Bullet point your whole day

I’m going to bullet point yesterday because today is errand day and I slept a big chuck of the morning.


  • 3:00am – Get out of bed to let the dog out of the room, put the light on in the hallway and watch the dog run down the stairs and listen to hear if my dad greets her and will take her out (he goes to sleep super early he usually wakes up around 3:00am).  Did not hear him greet her so stumble down the stairs and  THEN he realizes the dog is staring at him and said he could take her out front.
  • 3:05am  Clean the dog’s paws then pit stop in the bathroom.
  • 3:15 am Praying to fall back asleep.
  • 4:45am Alarm to wake up for work  is blazing.
  • 4:45-5:10am Bathroom regime ( brush teeth, shower , etc).
  • 5:10-5:20am Make coffee.
  • 5:20-6:00am Getting ready process. I start with having a smoke. I sip coffee and check my messages and look up the weather. I look up directions and screen shot what i need for work for the day,today I was winging my workday so didnt really look up anything just bumped up some worksheets on pinterest to have for quick printing access if need be. Then lotion I up and deodorant up and get dressed. Pack my purse. Write a note for the hubby.  Then i sit and finish my cup of coffee and have another smoke and then give the hubby a goodbye kiss ( he is still sleeping) before i leave the room.
  • 6:00-6:15am. Fill up my water bottle and put it in the freezer. Put shoes on.  Picked out an outwear cardigan for the day.  Spent five minutes trying to get the dog out from under the table, had to trick her with a treat to get her to come out.
  • 6:15- 7:00 am  Dog went on an adventure, i was not happy. She pooped badly ( what the hell did she eat?!) and needed a butt bath.
  • 7:00- 7:10 am Gave dog a quick but bath and dried her up.
  • 7:10 -7:15am Ate a bowl of cereal
  • 7:15am-7:30am Brush my hair and brush my teeth again. Grab my water bottle out the freezer and get assembled to head out. Spray body spray. Say bye to the dog.
  • 7:3am-8:00am Commute to work.
  • 8:00-8:10am Buy morning gigantic coffee from Dunk Doughnuts then walk to the office.
  • 8:15-8:30am Morning prep for the work day. Put the coffee pot on. Spoke with co-workers and discussed plan for the day. Got supplies i needed for the day.
  • 8:30-8:40 Go outside to smoke before i clock in
  • 8:45 : Back in the office i start stepping up for group, make cups of coffee and put second pot to brew (attendance incentive if clients come to program early or at least on time they get a cup of coffee)
  • 9:00am-10:00am Ran a group.
  • 10:00am-10:15am Break time , went out for a smoke
  • 10:15am-10:25am Went to the bathroom and waited for my group to be finished using the facilities.
  • 10:25am- 11:30am Group went to a local park for a little while.
  • 11:30am-11:35am Try to figure out how to turn on the smart board.
  • 11:35am -1:00pm Finally got the smart board working so gave a lesson on interviews do’s and don’ts utilizing youtube videos. Held mock interviews until group was dismissed.
  • 1:00pm-1:10pm Smoke break
  • 1:10pm-2:15pm Paperwork/case notes.
  • 2:15pm-2:20pm Another smoke while talking to the hubby on the phone discussing meal agenda before heading to the train.
  • 2:20pm- 3:20pm Travel home, stopped at the atm and then at the pizza spot and got a pizza pie and then went home and almost dropped said pizza when the little doggie was attacking my shins trying to say hello to me.
  • 3:20pm-3:30pm Bathroom stop and I’m a little ocd I have to wash my hands up to my elbows and wash my face.
  • 3:30pm- 4:30pm Stuffed my face. Facebooked.  Smoked a cig. A little relaxing hang out with the hubby .
  • 4:30pm-5:00pm Feed the dog, walked her, cleaned out her water dish and put out fresh water and gave her “the talk” that I’m going out and she needs to be a good doggie and pet and hug her and gave her a treat for good measure.
  • 5:00pm- 5:30pm Freshened up and changed my outfit and fixed myself up a little.
  • 5:30pm-6:30pm Commute to times square where I was meeting a friend ( Dave and Busters).
  • 6:30pm-6:50pm Waited for  friend who was late.
  • 6:50pm-7:15pm Friend arrived and we waited for a table to eat.
  • 7:15pm-9:15pm Eating, Drinking, Talking.
  • 9:15pm-10:15pm Played in the arcade.
  • 10:15pm-11:00pm Sat at the bar having a last drink with friend.
  • 11;00pm-12:00am Friend and I commuted home( we take the same bus/train she just takes it further)
  • 12:oo am-12:10 am  Walked home from bus stop.
  • 12:10am-1:00am  Hubby and dog was waiting for me out front ( i texted when i got off the bus to let him know i was walking). Hugs and kisses all around. Bathroom and clean up ritual ( brush teeth, wash hands and face) and then made sure the dog was cleaned up. Grabbed a few water bottles from the fridge and the three of us went to our room for the night. Hubby and I  changed into pjs then had a smoke together and spoke about our days. We had some cuddles with the doggie and watched a comedy special until we all drifted off to sleep.

That was my day is bullet points.


Union square Petco




Life often feels like this. Forever running the wheel of life, taking so many steps to nowhere.

Serial Killer vs. Ghost

I was awoken 2am with the muffled sound of a bang. My dog sleepingly picked her head up and stared at the room door as if she had xray vision. Her ears pirked up. I struggled through the haze of sleep to look at her. She stood up and did her doggie shake but didn’t bark. She didn’t approach me.

I listened intently but I didn’t hear anything.

I drop my head back to my pillow and welcomed sleep.

Afew snores later, I hear my dog whisper barking and pacing in a circle.

Crap. Does she hear a serial killer or does she have to pee?

I begrudgingly get out of bed and pick her up. I open my room door and that’s when it hits me.

There was a bang, in the wee hours in the morning. What the hell am I doing investigating?

That’s when the fear hit. I tossed on the hallway light and peaked down the stairs. I didn’t see or hear anything.

I honest to God had a quick 30 second coward moment and thought of putting my dog down and sending her to investigate. All 11 pounds of pomerarian fury.

I felt bad and so with afew curse words I slowly go down the stairs stopping every so often expecting to see a serial killer charging at me.

I make it to the landing finally and turn on the downstairs hallway light. I look to the right first and peek into the living room. My dad is sleeping and besides him no one is there.

I slowly proceed down the hallway still clutching my dog.

Dinning room clear.

I reach the end of the hallway and switch the kitchen light on.


Now all that’s left to check is the bathroom.

I switch the light on.

No one there.

But there is still behind the shower curtain to check.

Heart beating a mile a mintue, I try to pep talk myself and gear up the courage.

I rip the curtain back fully expecting to meet my maker.


Now, this is where most people breathe a sigh of relief.

Nope, not me.

I heard a noise.

Bianca heard it too.

It must be a ghost.

I high tail it back to my room with my dog, not even bothering to let her out to see if she has to pee.

She doesn’t mind.

In the safety of my room, the furry killer beast guards the door and I return to the safety of fluffy blankets.

I didn’t sleep much the rest of that morning.

I was convinced of a ghostly encounter.




She's trying look over the snow lol


Mid shake





Jan 22 – Felicity

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Today’s Prompt is “felicity”. Visit Linda’s blog for full lists of rules and participants.

Felicity is defined as intense happiness. What makes you intensely happy? I know for me nothing makes me more happy than coming home to my hubby and my dog. Love. Loving them. Them loving me. Being surrounded by love.  Those two are the only two in the world who could bring on an instant euphoric mood and state of felicity.

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Besides them, I would have to say a nice cold winter day. I love the winter.  The heat makes me grumpy. I don’t like being hot. I don’t like being sweaty. I feel like i spend most of my summer days in the shower because I feel sticky and sweaty and i don’t like when i don’t feel fresh. I can’t sleep well all summer. I toss and turn. But a nice cold winter night? I wear everything fluff. Fluffy pj pants. A baggy nightshirt. Fluffy socks. I snuggle in my million pillows with my fluffy blanket. Maybe a hot cup of coco. And i’m out like a light. I sleep the whole night. I can honestly say I look forward to winter nights  where I can just snuggle with my dog and my hubby and then fall asleep in a pile of fuzzy fluffy blankets.



Then, there is snow. I love snow.  To me, there is just something majestic when it snows. Snow immediately unlocks my inner child and sense of wonder. I feel completely giddy when it starts to snow.  Especially at night, watching it snow out the window as everything is covered in a blanket of  pure fluff. It’s so serene and peaceful. The world seems so innocent and calm. When it snows,  nothing unlocks a state felicity more.



I sacrificed my last bacon strip in hopes of preventing a mauling by this furry beast.


While she slumbers, I’ll escape.

Just Jot It Jan brought to you by Linda.
Just Jot It January 13th – Sacrifice


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I used to love cats. My friend from elementary school had the cutest cat in the world. I would waltz into her house and announce “I want to pet the kitty!” before greeting the humans in the house. I was just one of those people that preferred cats over dogs.

I think because my aunt always owned a pack of dogs. But, not just any dogs. Big gigantic dogs. As a child, I was eye level with their teeth. I think that put me off from dogs for most of my childhood.

As i was becoming a teenager, i started opening up to all animals in general. When I turned 18, my best friend at the time moved out on her own.

And she got a dog.

A tiny little dachshund.

I remember her bringing the dog over to my house. My mother had a strict no pet rule. We were smuggling the puppy inside my house, we weren’t going to leave a new puppy alone in her apartment and she wanted to hang out a little. We were trying to shush the little tic tac of paws on the floor of the hallway.  Scared my mother would hear the little puppy, we picked up the little doggie and ran to my room. Then the yip yapping puppy barks started.

I was in love.

I wanted a dog.

That’s how it began. I went from a cat lady to an instant dog lover.

But, i lived at home with my parents. My mother was anti-cats because she didn’t want them to scratch up the carpets and couches. My dad was anti- dogs, because he said he didn’t want to walk a dog and pick up their poop. The only pets we were allowed were fish.

So, i lived at home and just loved animals from afar.
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Then, my dad fell ill. He was in the hospital for long while and spent some time in a nursing home. When he finally returned home, he refused to stay inside the house. He would sit outside from 6am to 6pm coming inside only to eat and use the bathroom.

I understood, after spending months and months inside a hospital and nursing home, he just didn’t want to be indoors. He wasn’t well to go out on outings. We would walk afew short blocks to the avenue ( I would escort him, he had that walker that doubled as a seat so he could take a break when needed). But, he really couldn’t  go far. Plus, he needed IV medication so we always had to be home at a set time. It was summer. So i figured what’s the harm with him sitting outside. It’s better then watching TV all day.

Little did we know, people walking their dogs and neighbors further up the block and from across the street, thought he was a lonely, sad , old man with no friends and family.

That’s why one of my neighbors rescued a dog and gave it to my dad.

It was just before 7am, when I got a phone call from my dad. He said “come meet your dog!” Now, my dad wasn’t in great mental standing, having suffered a stroke. So, i thought he kidnapped a dog. The hubby and i just jumped up and opened the room door and …

And we see this:293925_2095766754018_2018258596_n


The neighbor saw my dad everyday while walking his dog. My neighbor rescues dogs as a side project. He figured he would ask my dad first before he looked for a home for the dog. He had good intentions. He asked my dad if he wanted the dog for company, a little dog that should be low maintenance ( ha! she’s a fur ball full).

I loved her instantly. So did the hubby. So did my dad. My mother took all of 30 seconds before she went “awe” ( telling you Bianca knows how to use her cuteness). So that’s how we got Bianca. A neighbor thought my dad was a lonely old man with no family and needed company.

My dad walks her everyday.

I became a proud pet parent, because almost ten years ago one little dachshund  yip and yapped and opened the door for dogs to curl up in my heart.

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When I hear the word paws, I immediately think of dogs and then think of my Bianca.  I love paw prints.  And Bianca has such tiny paws.Sometimes,  when it snows I try to lead her onto fresh patches of snow so I can see her tiny paw prints.

Too bad for me , she’s lazy. Oh an she’s a princess. Her paws get wet and she will pick up her front paw and extend it up to me like “Ma, I have sullied my perfect perfection of fur!”

A dog’s life is tough.

The Challenge : Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Here is a copy and paste of the prompt. Please be sure to check the page for the rules if you wish to join in. SoCs is being multi purposed as the Just Jot It January daily post . Posting this early but this is intended for tomorrow’s prompt obviously.

“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “pause/paws.”  Use one, use both, use ’em any way you’d like. Have fun!”

My,  my has it really been that long since I’ve last posted? This is the longest I have gone without blogging. And that’s where I left off blogging? In the middle of a pivotal part of a story? Harsh.

So, if I still have any followers reading this blog,

First and foremost,  I have to inform you Omar did indeed have his second brain surgery. He is alive and trying to be well. Unfortunately,  he has been feeling ill the last few months. We’re toughing it out. In less than two weeks he’ll be having a full work up and cancer check up with a MRI and meet with his nuero oncologist. So stressed and worried about this which is part of why I’m up at 3:30am

Secondly,  my furbaby Bianca. I know you all missed pictures of her absolute cuteness. She had her yearly check up last month and unfortunately her teeth have gotten worse. This week she will be having dental surgery to remove several infected teeth. Since she will be under, she will be getting spayed at the same time. I could never afford getting her fixed with my retail check so now i can finally get it done for her. I’m so anxious and nervous for my little doggie.

Thirdly, I no longer work retail for various reason. I miss my Levi’s jeans department like crazy. Those jeans have been through it all with me and that stock room has shared my blood,  sweat and tears.  But, I held resentment in my heart. With the hubby getting sick again , I had to take a leave of absence from work. But, it was an emergency. I didn’t have notice to give. They made the process difficult and stressful.  Instead of clearing my schedule for the week, just taking me off while my application for a leave was being processed, I had to call out every single day. Which tarnished my attendance recorded. But also, I had to leave the hubby’s bed side while he was in the hospital to call out otherwise I would be marked as a no call no show and three of those is autoterminatation. I didnt know at the time but they also made me take a personal leave of absence instead of a fmla . So, if i tried to collect aasistance …i would of been denied. My other job, one email and i was taken care of. Was put on fmla the next day and still invited to work events the whole time i was out. Since everything happened with the hubby so sudden i didnt have the time or knowledge that i could of applied for assistance. I had my taxes in savings and i lived off of that when i was out of work. But, point is, I held a grudge against the treatment I got from my retail job. Not only going on leave but returning back. It was a full two weeks before they me back on schedule and they tried to give me this insane schedule , and then tried to cheat me my promoised 25 hours. So when I returned from leave, the strings were already broken. I didn’t love or feel loyal to the place anymore. I countined to work there just weekends for awhile. But, as of August I ended my three years of working retail and resigned.

I still work at the other job. It’s a day service program for people with developmental disabilities.  I work part time but higher end part time 30 hours a week atleast. For the most part it’s still amazing, I love what I do. But, lately, it’s been frustrating. Feeling like a lot is dumped on my side of the program and the other side is babied. I can be self sufficent so I can get over that. But, then we’re asked to pick up the slack and cover for the other side when someone is out and add a million things to what we’re already doing….but not go over our time. I don’t mind helping out, I don’t mind doing more. But there is only so much you can do in so many hours and then we’re only allowed to stay late when its beneficial for other people. So, yeah. Love my job, love what I do. But the politics is getting to me and I’m not excatly skipping into work anymore.

That’s the three main things. A million other things have happened, are happening now and probably a million more things will happen tomorrow . But, there is nothing we can do but face them.

Or hide in a blanket fort.

It is getting chilly outside.. .

My favorite meme ever

And this is for all the ladies. I know I’ve had people accuse PMS for my attitude. No. When I’m a bitch it’s because someone made me get angry. OR refer to first meme.

And because I just finished reading some blogs discussing friendships, this is how i see a true friend.