West Coast Love

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o3SqUUoJjW8#t=99

Killing them softly

I encountered the relentless efforts of debt collectors yesterday. TO say the least I was not aware of any debt's needing to be paid. I only found out through an attempt from the collection company. I did not dispute the charge that they were inquiring about, it was an apartment that we had rented while our house was being built, that we just moved out of, 30days ago!

 

I was unaware of the collectors and this debt being an issue, I was trying to have the apartments reevaluate the bill and make adjustments. There were a few items that I did not feel should be on the final bill. LIKE utilities from Nov-Dec....HELLO people we are in April and I moved out in March.  Apartments are scam artist at their finest. So, moving on when they call you, they are out for blood, sweat and tears. They do not care what they say or how they may speak to you. THEY ARE JUST THERE TO BE A-HOLES!!!  Point made. YOU have succeeded you rude WOMAN from WA. How do you sleep at night?! I am sure she is some sort of haunted soul fighting to escape.  She got the best of me and  I get emotional when I am angry, I cannot help it. I have tried my whole life to fight back the tears and well, my emotions always seem to win. DANGIT, why me and these sensitive emotions. From here on out I will try and stand up, for what I believe in and not be bullied or let my emotions of tears show when I am being bullied. I will start to "Kill them with kindness" 

 

 

 

Sorry

 

 

 

My bad habits.

 

When I was young, let's say around 10-12 years of age, I found myself constantly apologizing (repeatedly saying that I was sorry).

I would say that I was sorry over and over again. Not until my twenties did I then realize that it was one of the worse habits ever. NEVER should you be sorry. apologies, yes, sorry, NO.

When my mom passed away in 2009 people would say that "I am sorry to hear" it then hit me how it sounded and then it reminded me that I had this habit as well.  Maybe this is just me or the handful of people in my lifetime telling me not to be sorry. I never understood what those wise people meant until it was me standing there taking in the I'm sorry. 

 

Sorry I'm not sorry

 

 

 

 

 

 

This could be bacon......

I waiver the time to sit and do this thing....we all know as a blog. I read over 30 blogs a day and have/make the time do so. Why can I not commit to my own space?! I will make the time and promise myself in attempt to have my own space, something that is mine and something to be proud of.  I would love to fill this SPACE and not leave it lingering around waiting for it to vanish or rot.

So, here is to me starting over, fresh, new......to follow this a current text from my almost 11 year old daughter as she was going to bed last night.

Emma: It's to hot I feel like bacon.
Me: ........

I had nothing in response to this because that was by far the best complaint to date about being hot.

Things that I love (today)

Here are a few of my current want's......

 

Time is always on your side



Time where does it go?

Being off of work the past two days has been such a welcomed relief of time to myself. Tomorrow sets another day for a refreshed self.  I have been able to get so many things done that seem impossible to accomplish on a normal day, as the weekends roll around it is my time to sleep in(?) and do the things that I no longer push myself to do during the week. The weekends come and go so fast that I don't get a lot that I had planned to do done. I guess this was my time to reflect and move into a more time conscious life style.  Back to work I go, hi ho hi ho.

ME.

Where to begin. I have started, brainstormed and thought this through countless times. I am going to throw it out there and give it my all. I am a mother of 3,  I am sensitive, kind and thoughtful as a small introduction (there is so much more).  I have read blogs for many years now and have always admired their capabilities to lay it all out there (or not). I have witnessed a select few go through some trying times and have always put my want to write on the back burner.   A lot of it was out of fear, perception and truthfully not knowing where to begin.  

This is the beginning for me and my adventure in the blogging world.  Let the good times roll.......

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