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What A Week!

Most of it was good.

However, this past Wednesday, hump day, my blog post title was going to be….Who Let the BI…OTCH Out?  Woof, Woof, Woof, Woof.

I would have sliced you down to size, but only because I was pushed to my limits.

Otherwise, I am one of the nicest people you could ever hope to meet!  hahaha

We have been without a receptionist at work since December 26, 20017.

So that makes me triple busy, because my job is pretty demanding in the first place.

I can handle my job, but add-on another job and uh, stand back, sooner or later, mama is going to BLOW!

If one of the accountants had not graciously offered, of her own free will, to help me out by sitting up front and  helping with the phones, I am pretty sure I would be sitting in jail right about now.

Two other people on staff also offered up their help, one was a CPA and the other was my surrogate bro-in-law, which makes him that much cooler.

I accepted all three co-workers help and now they are on my *Wow, thanks for stepping list*.

Fast forward to Friday, the huge surprise for the staff that I previously spoke about in another post, HELLO BOWLING PARTY!

To my knowledge, for the first time in my company’s 52 year history, they closed the office at 12:30 pm, at the on set of tax season, on a work day, to take all of us bowling.  UM.  Holy WOW!!

Check it out…

You see those two smiling people?

One would be my boss, and the other would be the new receptionist we just hired on Thursday.

BOTH would be the BEST DAMN BOWLERS in the firm.  Dah.  Hence the smiles!

I personally sucked.  For real.

I was the worst bowler IN THE ENTIRE firm.

Note to self – only pick or suggest activities in which I will excel!!!  For real!!!

Next time, we are SO swimming laps or ice skating or doing hot yoga…or something that takes everyone else out of their comfort zone, yet, something in which I can own. hahahaha

For the record, our 3rd set of bowling, in which we only had 3 minutes left to play (of course!), I held my own thank you very much.

I honestly do not recall bowling so poorly in the past.

Um.  Granted, I may or may not have been drinking in past bowling experiences.


Yeah, I am so not a party girl (only in my dreams baby!).

But I am a, um, Ok, if that takes the edge off (legally, of course!), I am in!

But still, I certainly would NOT have suggested something I totally suck at as a team building event!!!

My ego is too fragile!  hahaha

Fast forward to today, Saturday.

Much to some people’s disappointment and/or surprise in our company (cuz I got a few texts, emails & “alarms”)…I was not at work for our first day of Saturday office hours.

#1 I gave my bosses the heads up, I came in way early and took some work home to do over the weekend.

#2 Admin don’t normally start pulling Saturday shifts until early March.

#3 I am already doing some work from home early mornings or in the evenings after work remotely, AND I have already stayed late 3 of the last 5 days this past week to make sure things got done.

I don’t mind either.

BUT, I do however get a little (read A LOT times ten) bit perturbed when anyone thinks I am not a team player or that I am off goofing off.


And that was so said with a huge amount of eye rolling and attitude.

Currently, I am putting in more time and effort than I normally need to do so soon.  And, pretty much more effort than most in the firm at present.

The accountants will soon be CRAZY busy for a good bit of time, and then I am due to be CRAZY busy to pull the rest of it off.

However, this year, I have been CRAZY busy since the receptionist resigned, and…I am STILL due to be CRAZY busy to pull the rest of the tax season off.

I have NO problems with working hard.  None at all.

Especially since I have no life at present outside of work.  Sad. But true.  BUT.  One day it will pay off!  I just know it.  hahaha

I sincerely am trying to figure out how to remain “on” for 4 months straight.

So.  Today.  Although I did resolve a few things at work remotely….I was all about me and my home.

My home.

Which I LOVE.

And I have so much gratitude for one person in particular. (#ThankYou).

My home today, was the apple of my eye, and I about killed myself trying to fixing it up today.

For real.

Check out these bruises…


I am one of those fools who prefers to……”God Bless America, I can do this by myself!!!!”

Except when it comes to my motorcycle, then my SBIL (surrogate bro-in law) can take care of things.

Yes.  I look like I have been beaten.

No.  These bruises will not be gone by Monday when I go back to work.

Yes.  I typically wear short sleeve or sleeveless shirts because I get pretty hot running around.

Oh well.  I have no man in my life currently, so these horrible bruises cannot be mistaken for abuse.

Check this out!

This is what I bought, a console turn dinning room table, as I work on the whole multi-functional furniture to maximize my space since I own a 1 bedroom condo that I love and want to get the most use out of my space…

Um.  I do not  know if you caught on, but I did NOT pay attention to the dimensions of the table because this looked pretty small since it “only seated 2.”


Hence the bruises!

When the UPS (a very, very little young woman) courier delivered my package at work (because I am not sure of my home delivery options as of yet) , I said, for real, What the f*ck is that??!!

I then did say, I am very sorry for my language, BUT SERIOUSLY, what the f*ck is that??!!!

I honestly thought a mistake had been made.

So much so that I did not even open the package until Saturday when I stopped in at work to gathering things to take home.

I really thought a mistake had been made and that huge @ss box was so going back to sender!

I unwrapped my larger than life package and to my surprise and pain (please see previous bruises) …

I found EXACTLY what I had ordered, which now resides in my home nicely (yet painfully).

Check this out…

(A). OMG it works out so nicely.

(B) At present this is resting/holding place and not the end result.

Other home projects currently reside above and below the painfully owned console/table that in fact does not comfortable seat two, but holy moly, seriously it could freaking seat SIX thank you very much. hahahaha

I am going to rest now.

Lots to do for work.

For both my home and for work.

But seriously, in this moment in time….I am truly *happy*.

I was able to focus on my home today.

My haven & heaven. ❤

All I can say is…..

Thank you.


And it is about time!!! hahahaha

When mama is happy and grounded, she has so much more to give (true for any individual)!




Motorcycle Day! Happy December!!

December 23, 2017.

My surrogate brother-in-law and I were all about our motorcycles yesterday!

What a great and productive day!

I appreciate beyond words the friendship I have with a co-worker, who in my mind has become my substitute bro-in-law, because my real brother-in-law now lives in California with my sis and their fam.

It is very rare when a female and male can be friends, and only friends, in the truest sense.

There is no flirting, there is no tension, there is no anything except being completely real and enjoying each other’s company and shared interest in a platonic manner.

Much like the relationship I have with my brother-in-law.  Wow.  I miss him (and his entire family, especially my sister!).

Great news though… this time next week, that entire gang will be in town for a family wedding!


This was my wonderful glorious Saturday that I spent with my stand-in brother-in-law, later to be joined by his cutest ever wife at the Harley Davidson showroom, who is going to get her own motorcycle if I have a say in it (she wants one, he’s concern for her safety, I tell him all the time – dude, get over yourself, if you can have one SO CAN SHE!).

Plus, he literally has ridden my Harley more than I have!

He takes care of my Harley when he takes care of his motorcycle

I joke all the time…Dude, if I do not start riding as much as you do (aka, all the freaking time), I am going to sell you my bike for your wife!!

This is my back-up plan.


I have 3 vehicles and 2 are PAID FOR IN FULL.  So in this moment in time, I straight up own 2 of my 3 vehicles.

Um, have you caught on yet that I was a tomboy in my youth and I have a need for speed and freedom??

I must become one with my Harley, who I have dreamt about owning for, I don’t know, at least ten years and ride it until the wheels fall off.

So to fan my flame…..this was my Saturday….and I loved every minute of it…even tho I felt under the weather…

Hooking up my new and fully charged battery to the Harley.

All the cool kids park in this one area near me. A neighbor’s Indian motorcycle.

Another neighbor’s I don’t know what kind, but it is a motorcycle parked near mine!!

Me: OMG! I want one of those!!! (We went to 2 motorcycle showrooms today for supplies).

I’ll take that one too!!

But for real, the others were just jokes, but one day, mama is going to own a yellow Harley Sportster!

This is a custom yellow Harley Sportster, 1200 cc, that was on the Harley showroom today. Um. Love.  #OneDay

But the best of the best today?

I was given some unexpected Christmas money…..so I bought some top of the line HD products to care for my current Street 500 Harley Davidson motorcycle…..

And, to help a brother (in-law alternate) out….I have found a way to park 4 vehicles in my parking garage at present, all though I only officially own one parking space with my condo…

Pack it in buddy, as close as possible, and we will both have covered parking for the winter!










In A Really Good Place

I am in a really good place in my life right now.

And I am beyond thankful.

I cannot even express the amount of gratitude I have for all who have helped me and for everything I have in my life right now.

Normally I would be scared to say how good my life is for fear that something really bad would happen.

The whole….and then the other shoe drops kind of thing.

But you know what I have learned?

There is good stuff in life and there is bad stuff in life, and life is always going to go between the two so I might as well be in the present and know and feel and say – I am in a really good place in my life right now.

This has been a long time coming.

I have had my share of ups and I have had my share of downs in my 46 years of life.

And when I say downs, I mean d-o-w-n-s.

There is one area of my life in which I feel charmed.

And that is in real estate.

17 years ago I purchased my first condo for $110k.

8 years ago I sold my first condo for $330k.

I sold my condo on November 30, 2009.

It was not a happy event.  Not. At. All.

I sold it out of fear.

Fear that I would not be able to meet my financial obligations at the time.

I tried self-employment for a while.


That did NOT work.

I wanted to make sure that I did not default on anything, so I sold my much-loved home.

Present day, November 2017, 8 years later, I am buying a new condo.

I really never thought I’d be here again.

I was cool with renting.

Footloose and fancy free baby!

Although, come to think of it, I have lived in my current apartment for 4 years now.

BUT, I could leave if I really want to move somewhere else!!! hahaha

I have had a lot of help to make this transition from renter to home owner which I am so grateful for, I have had the quickest start to finish home buying process that it still blows my mind.

It has been so smooth, and quick that there is now talk of settling earlier than the scheduled date of November 20th.

The condo that I am buying, um, EXCEEDS what I thought was possible for me.

Everything is BRAND NEW and TOP OF THE LINE, outside of the condo itself, oh, and the stackable washer and dryer.  But I’ll gladly replace that down the road when necessary.

I love my job and the people I work with, and there are so many things that I am excited about learning that will benefit both them and me.

Of course, I love my cats.

I love my family (SO MUCH) and my friends.

Oh, I love the vehicles I own.

And I am very grateful that I have a surrogate brother-in-law to help me with all kinds of stuff (read: my motorcycle) since my real bro-in-law currently resides in CA.

Bottom line, in this moment in time, I am in love with my life and I am grateful.

Like I said, I am in a really good place in my life right now.

I am beyond thankful.

And this has been a long time coming.

Note to all:  Never give up.




I Am Thankful That I Knew You.

In  Memoriam.

Someone I cared a great deal about passed away yesterday.

And he was 100% good people.

The Dragonfly

Two months ago today I ran into this dude on my porch…


I have NEVER seen a dragonfly up close and personal before.

To be honest, this dragonfly scared the BLEEP out of me when I accidentally and unexpectedly came face to face with him on my porch.

“It happened to be” the morning that I was to take Mozzie (my cat) to the emergency vet for a sonogram.

I thought for sure the sonogram would show that Mozzie did not have much time left to live, he was skin and bones and miserable.

I told the big man, aka God, don’t mess with me.  You are trying to make me hopeful when I am pretty sure this is the end.  Please do not lie to me.

But still, I looked up the symbolism of the dragonfly when I came in and read this…When the dragonfly shows up in your life, it may remind you to bring a bit more lightness and joy into your life.

It turns out the “dragonfly” was correct.

And to date, with medicine, my little man Mozzie is OK.

This really was one of those, did that really happen, wow moments.

Vacationing with Mozzie

Have you ever had a moment when after seeing someone day in and day out you suddenly see them in a different light and think – Holy cow! You have lost a lot of weight!!  Or Holy cow!  You have gained a lot of weight!!

That happened to me on Monday with my cat Mozzie.

He loves attention. At least from me.  I scratch under his chin, behind his ears and the scruff of his neck often because he really enjoys it.

But Monday, I was standing over him so I rubbed both my hands down the sides of his body to give him full body love and I felt his ribs and thought, HOLY BLEEP!  What the bleep is wrong?!  Why are you so damn skinny??

Over the weekend he had gotten sick a couple of times and had diarrhea 3 mornings in a row.  I thought he had eaten something and would be ok once it passed.

Why did I think that?

Let me show you some exhibits of his handy work when I am not home….

He nailed it! And by that I mean Mozzie has successful chewed on the corners of ALL the window frames in the apartment.  He is not a slacker.

Next on his chewing list, he hit the kitchen! Marked the kitchen cabinets as no match for him.

Then he got bored over time and moved on to my furniture. He is worse than a dog! I never see it going down, I just get to admire the results.

This is one of Mozzie’s favorite cat toys. I should know because I have bought at least 20 of them over time because….well, please see next photo

And this would be the same said toy one day later. At $4.99 a pop, Mozzie has a very expensive habit!

But Monday freaked me out because I had not noticed that he was losing weight, and he wasn’t acting really sick or lethargic until Monday.

I went to work, got some things done and was going to leave after the receptionist had lunch, but one of my bosses told me to go home right then and take Mozzie to the vet.

I was so grateful because I was upset, both about Mozzie’s health and my own.  I had received a message that same morning from my doctor that I needed to come back in soon because there were irregularities with my mammogram.

That on top of having poor result with my physical recently, well let’s just say that the only thing I have got going in my favor right about now is my teeth.  I at least passed that exam with flying colors!

Four years ago I was working for a different CPA firm.  One night during tax season I came home and realized that my cat Caesar’s breathing was labored so I rushed him to the vet.  Five hours later, after he and I next rush to an emergency vet, the most unexpected thing happened, he passed away.

That was very traumatic for me.  He and I were very close and we went through a lot together.  I cried so much that my eyes were practically swollen shut.

I went to work the next day since it was tax season and I was pretty much a key figure in getting the returns out the door, amongst other things.  I looked like absolute crap, and no amount of make-up could even begin to hide my swollen eyes.

One of my bosses at the time, who was also one of the owners of the firm, sat down with me and said, “If my dog just died, I sure as hell would not be here! I’d probably be at a bar drowning my sorrows.  Nonetheless, I would not be here.”

It made me feel better at the time.  But since I only had Caesar and he was gone, the very last place I wanted to be was at home, a home that had suddenly become so empty without warning.

So when I noticed “out of the blue” that something was wrong with Mozzie, he became my primary focus.  I have gladly spent some of my vacation time to be able to care for him and watch him carefully.  I do not want to repeat of what happened to me before.

The vet gave him several injections to re-hydrate him, to stop the vomiting and the diarrhea, and I have medicine I am giving him daily.  On a separate day I took in a stool sample and the results came back negative, which is good.

He’s an indoor cat, so it has to be something he ate or something within his own body that is not functioning properly.

He seems to be feeling a little bit better.  He’s eating (food, not wooden house fixtures or toys), he’s going to the bathroom normally, he’s not throwing up, and he is playing with Kennedy some more.

So we are hanging today.  He and Kennedy have been enjoying the sun…..



And if he shows any signs of not feeling well, back to the vet we will go for the next exploratory step.

At this rate, between checking on his health and my own, I am dropping about $250 every other day.

If something needs to be done, I will do it because health is more important than money.

But since I am footing the bill, I’d like to slow it down and take a more cautious yet pro-active ready to move forward at a moment’s notice type of approach.

Like I said right now he seems good, and I am going to relax a little bit today too, since you know, we are on vacation…..

My Little Monster, I mean My Little Mozzie.

Mozzie Snoozing

Cat Nap for Kennedy

Kennedy Snoozing and Happy as a Lark

Victory!  Three Weeks Later.

It has been a looooooong three weeks working on getting my car repaired at no cost to me.

Last post I shared that the oil pan in my S2000 had been damaged because someone used an aftermarket oil plug while performing an oil change on my car.

By doing this, it stripped the original threading and resulted in my car leaking oil.

I have never had an oil leak, and the car is 15 years old, so this really freaked me out.  I don’t like when something it not right with my car.

But when I found out that this problem was due to someone else’s negligence, someone who didn’t have the courage to let me know what had happened, I guess hoping I’d never find out, um, I got pissed.

You mess with my family, my cats or my cars and you are very much going to wish you did not do that.

I don’t go ballistic much, but in those three areas, I will rip you a new one and become your worst nightmare.

To make a long story short, I sent the garage a courier package with a letter that said in essence, you have got to be out of your mind if you think I am going to spend $650 to repair a mistake your garage made.

Well, I really did say that part among other stuff.

I also sent pictures of my home and work parking spaces featuring the oil leak in all of its glory, a repair estimate my normal mechanic (who has been working on my cars since 2000) prepared, along with copies of the receipts of the work they performed and a copy of my attempt to reach them sooner via email that bounced back.

I advised them to fix this, or refund me the cost of the oil change and the $650 needed to repair the damage, or they would be hearing from my lawyer.


Enter said lawyer.

I cannot share the letter he wrote and had FedEx’ed to them because I do not have his permission, but let’s just say, I sure as hell would step up to the plate if I had received that letter.

His letter also stated that all contact of any type going forward should run through him.


On Friday, the lawyer decided to draw up lawsuit paperwork to send over.  I think the paperwork was due to be sent out on Monday.

Friday evening I received a voicemail.  The garage owner asked that I bring my car in on Saturday so we could review and resolve the situation.

They put my car up, we went through the whole drill again about what was wrong and we were getting nowhere.

Then all of my pent-up anger about this whole unfair situation that has plagued me for three very long weeks tricked out and the f-bombs came flying out of my mouth.

I was hopping mad, like I said; one of the three things you do not want to mess with when it comes to me is my cars.

Three hours later, yes I spent three hours at the garage today supervising any and all work done on my car; asking question as they explained every step of the way what they were doing, we resolved (hopefully) the issue…at no cost to me.

They installed a larger oil plug that required creating new threads, which is very tricky and time-consuming.

And, I did eventually sincerely apologize for being rude and mean with my language explaining that my car means a lot to me and it is not fair that costly damage could be done without my knowledge or consent.

Kinda funny, the owner asked me – Do you work on cars?

I was quite knowledgeable and in the mix the whole time.

I said no, but whenever I take my car in and I am on site, I am in the garage under my car with the mechanic to learn everything I can.

And you know, the people who helped me today, I do not think they are responsible.

But I did notice one person who was missing from the scene.

The mechanic who I am pretty sure preformed the oil change on my car that started all of this.

I get vibes about people, those that helped me today, I truly believe they care about the work they do.

That other dude, hm, something about him rubbed me the wrong way from the start and we didn’t even talk.

To me, he was more disengaged and seemed to be there only for a paycheck and not happily so.

Moral of the story.  Do not be afraid to stand up for yourself.  Do not be afraid to ask for help.

I am pretty sure if I had not asked the lawyer for help, I would have had to pay $650 to repair something that was not my fault.

And the lawyer helped me, did not charge me, helped me because he is good and kind, and he does not like when people try to harm others by not taking responsibility.

I am going to buy him a $50 Starbucks gift card to say thank you.

And if he doesn’t drink coffee…he can re-gift the card and become someone else’s hero.







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