I’m back, babes.

Do you ever feel…

… like a plastic bag?

I can’t tell you how often those lyrics have run through my head of late (much to my chagrin as I loathe all things Katy Perry).  They just so perfectly epitomize life sometimes, ya feel?

Anyway, long time no see. I’ve been sick lately. Like bad, mega, crummy, wish-it-weren’t-so-and-can-I-just-catch-a-break-for-the-love-of-God-fibro-sucks sick.

I’m now on the other end of what was the longest fibro flareup I’ve had to date. From late November to early February, I spent my days crying, eating, sleeping, working, crying, eating.. you get the pic. But like literally. I was in bed for the night by 6pm most nights, sleeping fitfully, hurting painfully. Not to mention the barely breathing depths of depression (because that’s pretty much where you end up when all you do is sleep and work and feel excruciating pain for absolutely no reason at all).

But one day, I just awoke and it was over. Well, the worst of it anyway. I’m back to manageable. I am feeling energy again (what is that?!) and desire (who’s a what now?!)to get my life back together. Which is good, because it’s even pitiful-ier than it was before the worst of the flareup hit and I was already feeling all failure-y. I think I’ve discovered the culprit of this horrifying couple of months (drumroll if you’re into that sorta thing):


Also known as: the meds that were supposed to be helping.

Needless to say, I’m now off them and feeling mucho better. I’ll write up a whole post on this later, ’cause peeps need to know the horrors of the drug that aren’t readily found when researching it.


The last couple of weeks have been catch up. I’ve picked up where I left off with the Great Purge, laundry, getting back in the routine of cooking meals instead of eating icky-for-me-and-definitely-not-enough-nutrients fast food. I’ve started going to church again (LOL – kind of an insider joke, kinda not). I was so fibro-psychically spent from work, I made it to like 1-2 services a month in December and January- which MEGA SUCKED.


Very happily, I’ve now made it to SEVEN services in a row + a prayer meeting and a choir practice (though I was more dead than alive for the latter). Oh, and on Sunday I sang with the praise team again AND did little jumps and air punches at the stupid devil who dared come against me, which -bestillmybeatingheart- was the delight of my worship-God-craving soul. I don’t even care that it meant I slept the rest of my Sunday away because I physically “couldn’t even” after church.

Tomorrow I’m hopping on a plane and heading to New Mexico to see my bestie. Gosh darn have I been missing her since she moved there last summer. It’ll be so good to catch up. I’m thankful the flareup broke when it did, I was really worried I was going to have to cancel which would have KILLED. But I’m feeling better and I’m going and-

wowza life is good..

Seriously, y’all don’t even know how great it feels to step out from behind the thick fog-veil of a flareup. Breathing has never tasted so free. (Is that a saying, or am I still suffering fibro-fog remnants?)

Anyway, just wanted to update y’all on my existence. As in: I still have one.

I’m looking forward to blogging again. Upon my return home, I’ll be retaking inventory of my belongings and sharing the Great Purge (room-by-room as promised) results. I don’t think I’ve quite hit 50% yet, but I’ll tell you, my apartment is feeling pretty breathe-easy of late.

What’cha been up to?


Money Goals 2.0

As I mentioned earlier this week, I’m moving today. This means I have to demolish the financial goal structure I literally just set for 2018, and rebuild. Le sigh. #firstworldprobs

After rereading last week’s Money Goals post, analyzing my current budget, and changing things around to fit the new expected expenses (plus adding plenty of wiggle room for the unexpected), this is what I’ve settled on for my 5-part challenge 2.0:

  1. 58-Day Spending Freeze
  2. Live on $2,000 each month for day-to-day expenses
  3. Use the cash envelope system
  4. Get one paycheck ahead
  5. Only purchase 20 items or less that cannot be used up, and only if I’m willing to give up an item I already own to create space for the new one

It looks largely the same, aside from a 28 day and $500 dollar difference. Let’s discuss.

30 58 Day Spending Freeze

As I mentioned, a spending freeze is when someone stops spending on anything that is not a life necessity for a specific amount of time. I originally intended to participate in a freeze for the last 30 days of January, but it will now run from January 2nd to February 28th. In addition to the previously mentioned reasons, I also need to get savings back on track after the move. This is going to take more than 30 days.

I hate saving money.

No really. I know that’s a weird thing to say, but it’s the truth. I’d much rather spend every cent on eating out and travelling the world, but that’s not a fiscally generally responsible way to do life. So off I go to save money. *insert eye roll here*

$1,500 $2,000 Per Month 

My new apartment is NICE. I dig it. But it also comes with extra expense. My rent checks will be increasing by $235 per month, and I’ll be paying for water now, whereas I only paid the electric bill at my former residence. I have no clue what my average utilities cost will be, but I can guarantee it’ll increase from the $50-85 I’ve been paying.

That said, I’ve reset the limit to my life spending from $1,500 to $2,000. This will give me that much needed wiggle room until costs are a little more set in stone. I do plan to decrease that as soon as I can do so confidently.

In the meantime, I plan to use the “extra” money to further my finance goals. I still plan hope to pay off $10,000+ in debt because (assuming bonuses and commissions come through as they have been) it looks like a possibility still. Time’ll tell.

Anyway, just having written this post is making me feel a lot more settled about the move and such. I’ve been sweating bullets contemplating all of this for the past week because I was so eager to minimize my expenditures. For real though, #firstworldprobs strikes again.

What are your money goals for 2018?



Y’all, life is hilARious. Like slap your mama kinda funny.

You know how I mentioned on Tuesday that I’ll be moving in 2018 or 2019? Well, yeah. I’m actually moving this weekend. Mmhmm. You read that right.

My apartment has had… odor issues since I moved in (turns out it may actually be sewer gas coming from the building next door – which would mean I’ve been slowly getting poisoned for the last year or so – cheers!). They weren’t constant, but would come and go at the most inconvenient of times. Recently, the odors combined with fibro have been making me miserably ill. After the millionth attempt to get my landlord to correct the problem, they offered to let me out of my lease, reimburse me this month’s rent and refund my deposit, so that I can move.



I’m not gonna lie, I’m fairly excited about the new apartment. What I’m not excited about is the headache of moving when I’m at 50% health and the curve ball this will throw into my afore mentioned money goals. Gah. Life.

Trying to think of this as an adventure. ‘Cause that’s exactly what it is.

Since I’ll be moving on Friday, I decided that keeping the clutter around until January 1st is entirely pointless. Why would I move it to the new apartment, only to move it again a week later? Nah, I ain’t about that life. So this morning I dropped off an entire trunk full of donations and gave a very hearty “Merry Christmas!” as I drove away. It felt amazing. Especially since the moment was book-ended by doctor appointments that really had me in a mood.


I’ll have to review my goals and see what’s going to change. I know a couple right off the bat are my “keep it under $1,500” and “pay off $10,000.” They’re going to need some modifying. Hopefully not too much; I was dang excited about that biz.

My apartment is packed and everything hurts, but soon I’ll be thriving in my new home. It’s been a busy weekend.

How was yours?