So, I don’t remember if I’ve ever written about this before, but I’m a long-time sufferer of migraines. I remember getting headaches during my adolescence years and on into my adulthood. I don’t remember the first time I ever got a migraine, but I can tell you they’ve been a great hindrance on my life. All through the years of my kids early years, I was suffering.

Several years ago, I was on day 5 of a migraine. I had already been to different doctors: GP’s, internists (internal medicine), ENT’s. Finally, day 5 I went to a local clinic. When I was talking to the doctor about it, I was in tears begging him for help. He explained that my problem was that I’d been going to the wrong type of doctor. He told me that I needed to see a neurologist. I took him up on his advice and made the appointment to a neurologist. He put me on a daily suppressant and then wrote me a prescription for a medicine to take at the onset of a migraine.

It worked for a while, finally a little over a year ago, the company I was working for sold my location to another company. Unfortunately for me, the new company’s insurance that they offer isn’t anywhere near being affordable. So, I had no choice but to suffer again. I can’t see a neurologist because they’re considered to be a specialist. And without insurance, it’s just not an option for me.

I finally bit the bullet and visited my family doctor earlier this year. He put me back onto a suppressant and wrote me a prescription for something to take at the onset of a migraine. I was taking the same thing that I had been prescribed by my former neurologist until I had a reaction to it, so my doctor put me on something else.

I guess what made me want to write about this is that yesterday was Christmas. A day that’s supposed to be spent remembering the meaning of Christmas and spending it with family or friends. Me? It was spent with my family, but I was very much in pain the whole time so I couldn’t enjoy it like I wish I’d been able to. Today, I woke up again with my lingering migraine. I spent the majority of the day in bed, blocking out the light from the windows. I’ve even downloaded migraine apps so I can track my migraines. Try to make some sort of sense of them.

If any of you out there reading this suffer from migraines, I feel your pain. Literally.

So Many Changes

In the past year, I’ve made so many unexpected changes in my life. I left a job that I could have easily seen myself retiring from. However, upon much reflection, I realized that it was literally sucking the life out of me. These days I find myself much more mellow, at ease. It’s refreshing.

I also changed my denomination, that’s been the most exciting! I’m finally a part of a church that I enjoy and I look forward to church now!

And as of today, after watching a documentary about food on Netflix, I’ve decided to go Vegan. As someone who is a chronic sufferer of migraines, I’m hoping this lifestyle change makes a significant difference in my life! Tonight I had my first Vegan meal. The people in the documentary noticed a change after two short weeks. I’m excited to see how I’m feeling at the end of the first two weeks and I plan to post my updates here.

More to come…


Sometimes in life, you find the need to shake things up. Perhaps you’ve found yourself at a crossroads. You could continue taking the same stale path you’ve been on, or you can venture out on a new adventure into the unknown. Or if you’re like me, you never realized just how unhappy you really were and that you had a constant cloud hanging over you until you finally stepped away.

This was me, unwilling to be honest with myself about my level of unhappiness with my job…until recently. I’d been with the same company for over 10 years. The job itself was okay, but it was the people (well, most of them) that I enjoyed working with. That’s the only explanation I can give for staying as long as I did. Plenty had happened over the years that never sat right with me, unethical things, favoritism, etc. The list is endless. But…what can you do?

One day a couple of months ago, I finally decided enough is enough. I applied with another company and didn’t really give it much thought until they called me earlier this month. I went through the interview process and was offered the position. I’d be taking a pay cut, but I never gave it a moments thought about whether or not to accept it. It was a no-brainer. When looking at the pros and cons of staying at my old job, the bad outweighed the good. And I knew that without even having to think about it. I shocked everyone and left the company that I once thought I’d retire from. And everyone that worked with me for all those years also thought I was a lifer.

My point is that in life, whatever the situation, you might feel that you’re stuck. You’re not. Maybe sticking it out and working things out is what’s best for you. Or maybe walking away and starting over is what you need. Either way, you just have to be willing to be honest with yourself and decide what’s best for you and do it!


Sometimes you don’t realize that the most negative people are those you were once closest too. Funny how that works out. You don’t see the truth for what it really is until you take a step back.

Mean, Crazy, Angry People


I realize there are plenty of the above people in this world,  but I never realized that there are so many in my small.town. My local tv station posted something earlier and I commented on it. Within 5 minutes, about 6 different people jumped on the bandwagon being ugly. I knew there were some crazy people in my town, but I never realized just how much they hate law enforcement. We turn to law enforcement when we’re someone is trying to harm us, they’re also the ones that write us a ticket when we’re speeding, etc. But I never realized just how much people in my town really hate them. I disliked them when I was 18 and stupid and hanging around the wrong people, but these are adults I’m talking about. I sat there in disbelief at the things these people were saying and how they were all trying to act big and bad through their text, so I deleted my comment. They’re not worth my time or energy. I’m seeing more and more just how small-minded some people are. Small town America used to be full of friendly people that would speak to each other and wave as they were passing. Now it seems there’s a lot of angry people that just want to argue. It makes me sad that we live in the society that we do today. Crazy, crazy.



Recently, one of my son’s best friend’s mom died suddenly. She hadn’t been sick and was presumably healthy. My son took it pretty hard since he grew up around her. The morning after she passed away, balloons were released in her honor. I wasn’t aware of it until I saw one of my FB friends ranting about it. They stated that they knew it was to honor someone who passed, but they only cared about the balloons being released into the environment. I was outraged that someone could be so disrespectful. Of course, others chimed in with agreement as people usually do. Follow the leader, right? Finally, I said something. The ranting continued. I said nothing else.

Last week, I attended the funeral. I don’t know what people do in your neck of the woods, but in mine, when there is a funeral procession people pull over out of respect. Even if it’s a divided highway, they pull over. That’s what they did last week, the highways pretty much shut down when there’s a funeral procession. It makes me feel good to know that people here (most people) still know how to show respect.

I’m going to backtrack a bit. About 6 months ago, one of my daughter’s friends died in an alcohol-related accident. She was a good kid that was making bad decisions and unfortunately it ended up catching up with her. My daughter took it pretty hard, she was living out-of-town going to school so she wasn’t able to attend the funeral. The thing that bothered me about her death was that a fundraiser was held in a bar for her family. A bar! She was killed from drunk-driving and they held the fundraiser in a bar. From what I heard, her family got drunk at the fundraiser. It made me sick. The bad part was that a lot of people didn’t have a problem with it. It jsut makes me wonder what has our society come to?


Renovating…Lessons Learned



About a year and a half ago, I purchased laminate flooring for my house but never installed it. Since I decided that I’m going to sell my house and move, I decided to use the flooring in the house I’m moving to. About a month ago, I installed the flooring in my daughter’s room. It looked alright other than the lines from the seams. If you’ve ever installed flooring, you know where I’m going with this. I was talking to someone at work a day or two after I had installed it. They had told me how they had installed flooring in their house, as well. They talked about how easy it was, besides having to cut the planks to stagger them. I questioned her about staggering…I had no clue you’re supposed to stagger even though I had a how-to book. It didn’t illustrate or come out and say that you’re supposed to stagger, so I didn’t. I decided that I was jsut going to leave the floor as is. Until 2 weekends ago. I had a 3-day weekend that I spent painting at the other house. On the third day off, I couldn’t take it anymore. After a little research, I went to the house and pulled the flooring up that I had previously laid down. This time, I staggered the flooring and it looks so much better! The reasoning for staggering is to strengthen the flooring. If the seams meet, they’ll eventually come up too easily. Therefore, when you stagger, the planks won’t be so apt to weaken and come apart. Lesson learned. Now I’ll be able to do the next room without having to re-do it a month later!



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snowball     This is my cat Snowball. He was a stray who started showing up at my house a couple of years ago. I started leaving food out for him and eventually made friends with him. I took him in and he became a part of our family. I used to have a female cat that he ended up getting pregnant the night before I got him neutered. I have another cat that is part Siamese, but she lives outside because she can’t remember to use the litter box. Once the momma cat and her babies found new homes, Snowball really started coming into his own. He used to be very unsocial, but once he had the house to himself he became a totally different cat. He loves attention, he’ll run to you just to jump in your lap so he can get some luvins. He’ll even run to the litter box when he needs to go. He’s such a sweet baby, and when he meows, he really squeaks so usually he’s a silent boy other than his purring. A couple of weeks ago I noticed that he started losing weight, and he’s always been a hearty boy. He was also drooling quite a bit. I called my vet that I trust and have used for years, but they couldn’t get him in until the next day. I was afraid he got into something he shouldn’t have, although I don’t have any chemical product just sitting around. Because I didn’t want to wait, I called another vet who neutered him last year. They were able to see him that day. When I got him there, mine was the only car in their tiny parking lot other than the people who work there. Not a good sign since my usual vet’s office is always packed. When I brought him inside, they knew who he was. Also not a good sign, because it tells me that they didn’t have a lot of business. A girl opened a door labeled ‘private’ and said I could bring him in. They led me through a tiny corridor and into a very small room that consisted of a small exam table. The doctor walked in and asked what was going on. As I explained, he opened Snowball’s mouth and said he’d take a look at him and would probably lance his salivary gland and then stitch him up. He and his assistant stood there and looked at me, so I started asking questions. He was very vague with his answers. Against my better judgement, I left him in their care because I just wanted him better. The next morning, the vet called me and informed me that he ran tests on Snowball and found that he has feline leukemia and FIV (feline AIDS). I was shocked and told the vet that I wasn’t expecting that. He laughed and said he wasn’t either, *insert frowny face*. I again, attempted to ask questions only to get vague responses. He said that he could either do the procedure to his salivary gland or he could just let him sleep. I asked how much the procedure would cost and all he told me was that it would be $40 for the anesthesia.  I hung up the phone and cried. I called my mom who freaked out and said that I needed to have him put down because he may pass it on to us. I tried calling the vet back but got some uncaring woman on the phone. I explained to her why I was calling and all I got was silence. I had to ask her if she was still on the phone, she simply said she was listening. She finally said that she would have the doctor call me, which she didn’t. I wanted answers, real answers, what to expect, if he would suffer if I continued to let him go on. I waited about 10 minutes and called back and got a different woman. When I told her what was going on, she put me on hold and came back to the phone after a couple of minutes. She said Snowball was starting to wake up and I was relieved. I did research on the internet and found that cats can live for years with this and it’s more common in male cats because they roam so much. It’s common for it to be spread through them being bitten. When I picked him up from the vet, $193 please. And then they proceeded to tell me that they fed him Fancy Feast during his stay and that he’s still drooling. They said that if it continues, the doctor can go back in because it might be his pituitary gland. I paid the outrageous amount and collected my sweet boy and left.  When my daughter got home, she cried as she held him because she knew he would eventually pass but thankful I didn’t let them put him down. Back at home, he’s his usual sweet self. I’ve fed him canned Special Kitty and he loves it. I’m trying to put some weight back on him, plus he deserves a treat. I plan on taking him to my usual vet and having him re-tested. There was something totally shady about that entire experience at that other vet’s office. At my vet’s office, the people actually seem to care about their patients. At least I’ll get some real answers from a vet who’s professional and actually gives a shit.