This year was the worst. I don’t want to look back and remember any of it. It was total shit. 


First time in court … kind of

This case is over so I can finally talk about it. So last summer, I witnessed a pretty brutal fight in a mall parking lot. I contacted the police and gave my statement to the detective handling the case.

Eventually, I was sent a subpoena to appear in court. I was nervous because I’d never had to go to court  before. 

I’ve gotten a jury summons twice but never ended up being selected.

The incident happened in over a year ago and the case was delayed several times, so today was finally the day I was required to appear in court. After wandering through four floors, I finally found where I was supposed to be. The DA talked to me and had me wait outside the courtroom. 

There was only one other person seated with me. He thanked me for coming and it turns out he was the detective in charge of the case. I had only talked to him by phone in the past. 

We got to talking and I told him that I love to write and was currently working on a novel involving homicide detectives. I asked him a couple of questions and we actually ended up talking for nearly an hour. (Neither of us were called into court, the defendant took a plea.) The detective couldn’t have been a nicer man. He explained so much about procedures, interrogations, autopsies, dos and donts, etc. He seemed to enjoy his job and he discussed the how many different people he’s seen come and go from the force. 

Talking to him made my day.

I’ve decided to base one of my main characters on him. 

P.S. He was a handsome man. Tall. Salt and pepper hair. Blue eyes. 😁


Breaking Rule #21

Never thought I’d break that rule but yeah. So I’m about 95% finished with moving. I am finished for the day though. Everything hurts and I deeply regret living on the second floor.

My new spot is nice so far. I found a friend of a friend looking for a roommate. She’s got a cat and immediately I was disappointed. But so far this cat has spent the better part of the evening rubbing himself against me and following me around. Even though it’s cold out, I’m wearing shorts because I’ve been working up a sweat all day with the move. So whenever I’m in the kitchen, the cat keeps rubbing himself on my legs and walking around between my legs. I’m not gonna lie, I was giggling the entire time. It tickled.

So there you go, rule #21 broken. Complimenting your cat. It’s not my cat though. Does this still count?


One Week Later

What a difference a week makes. So I have spent my weekends and most nights, basically any time I’m not working, packing. It’s easier when you have to pack up just your own stuff but having to pack up the entire 2 bed 2 bath apartment on your own is tough. On the bright side, I’ve gotten some much needed excercise and it’s been easier to sleep. Physically, I’m worn out. Mentally, I’m much Moore relaxed. I think seeing a near empty apartment and an almost full storage facility put my mind more at ease.

Then I came into work today and the office is decorated for Christmas. It’s really cute. The best part is the radio station playing non-stop Christmas carols. The classic ones. Seriously, I’m at my desk singing in between calls.

Hope everyone enjoyed their Thanksgiving. I proudly ate way too much and did zero cooking.


A Break From Social Media … sort of 

So I wrote this entry already and accidentally deleted it. I can’t believe I have to type this out again. I’m using the WP app on my phone and I guess there was a user error made. 🙃

Take two!

I’m taking a break from social media, mainly Facebook. I deactivated my account about a month ago. I was having a hard time with my personal life. It was one of those situations where everything goes wrong at once. And I guess I had a mini-meltdown. I just became frustrated with everything and deactivated my account. I got tired of seeing the same old posts, and especially all the election coverage stuff. 

Maybe this is my way of cutting myself off from the world for a while. Maybe not. After all, I still blog, tweet, and Instagram. 

I may return to Facebook but for now it feels nice to not be checking it all the time. That’s not a dig at anyone who uses Facebook, that’s just my opinion. I’m just need a break from it all. Does anyone else ever get that feeling?

I’m in the middle of moving, which I hate. I don’t have much help so that’s taking up a lot of my time plus this is busy time of year at work so I haven’t had of free time.

I’m looking forward to the end of the holidays. That’s usually a stressful time for all. In about a month, I should be all moved in to my new place, things at work should die down, and I can enjoy a little me time for reading and writing.

I’ve bought a couple of kindle books that I haven’t had time to read. I also keep making notes for my story but haven’t had a chance to put it all together.

Also, good luck to those of you participating in NaNoWriMo! 

Anecdotes, Life

(My Take On) 31 Ways Not to Use Your Blog

So this post is brought to you today by Holly and her post 31 Ways Not to Use Your Blog #FridayReflections

I realize it’s kind of funny to have a post like this when I do such a poor job of keeping up with my blog but this made me laugh, and I love Holly.

So here we go:

31) Spread office gossip. Really – don’t we all get enough of this at the water cooler?
I actually agree with this one. I don’t like to spread gossip. I’ll post funny anecdotes about coworkers (or myself) in a heartbeat but it’s not cool to put someone’s dirty laundry out there. I’m also a good listener and pretty damn good at keeping secrets.

30) Talk about your sex life (unless it’s so interesting it brings out the voyeur in your uptight, grandmotherly church secretary).
Oh come on. Real talk, I’ve read my fair share of Letters to Penthouse. I love reading a good, steamy, wild sexscapade as much as the next person. I’m just not going to post anything about myself. But fellow bloggers, feel free to let your freak flag fly!

29) Discuss bodily functions and fluids – particularly their odor, color, texture, and frequency.
I had food poisoning that lasted for a week once. I gave all the details to anyone who would listen (and even those who wouldn’t). People needed to know of my suffering!

28) Call your ex a “whore,” a “slut,” a “tool,” a “jerk-off,” a “@#$%” – oh, you fill in the blank.
Pfft, if the shoe fits …

27) Keep a daily journal of your food intake, household cleaning chores, and other mundane items on your to-do list.
Agreed. Lame!
I mean, yeah I’m going to be doing some cooking and cleaning this weekend but that’s only because I don’t have time during the week. I have about two loads of laundry, then I’m going to try some new recipes …

26) Post quotes from Uncle Al or Aunt Mildred.
My aunts and uncles don’t say anything worth repeating.

25) Post a list of your enemies.
No need. They know who they are. It’s been said that living well or success is the best revenge. To quote Mindy Kaling, “The best revenge is acid in the face. Who will love them now?”

24) Post pictures of the dust bunnies under your bed.
What the hell? That’s not a thing. Right?

23) Describe a recent sexual adventure.
See #30.

22) Compliment your dog.
My dog is awesome. Not only will I compliment my dog, I will post pictures. Many pictures! You WILL like them.

21) Compliment your cat.
Cats are the worst.

20) List 100 things you don’t want anybody to know about you.
I don’t need y’all up in my business.

19) Post your Top 10 Laws I Want to Break Before I Die, then work your way through the list.
I would never! It would be more like “Top 10 Laws I’ve Broken”

18) Insult your cat.
See #21

17) Post Webcam photos of yourself hunched over the computer at night.
Yeah I don’t do the webcam thing. Too many creepers on the interweb.

16) Review the manual that came with your computer or the training video from flight school.
What? Again, this can’t be a thing that people actually do.

15) Describe a class you dropped, and the dead-end job you were not hired for.

14) Describe your snoring.
It’s bad. Have you ever snored so hard that you woke yourself up? That’s me. But it’s all good now. I have a CPAP machine.

13) Rate a public bathroom.
They’re all gross.

12) Excuse away your daily failures.
It’s everyone’s fault but mine!

11) Offer tips on topics you know absolutely nothing about.
Now I don’t actually have any kids, but here are some helpful tips on parenting …

10) Document the growth rate of grass on the front lawn by the number of beers consumed while watching it grow.
Yeah I’m not that kind of southerner.

9) Create a Christmas card letter.
Who still sends Christmas cards?

8) Share a poem of yours.
What? What’s the purpose of having a blog if you can’t express yourself through your writing. I post a prose every now and then. It’s therapeutic.

7) Tell heartwarming pest stories.
That doesn’t make sense.

6) Describe a top-secret project you’re working on.
I’m building a time machine.

5) Post a daily report of your diet failures and lack of progress.
Whenever I have a rough day, I turn to food.

4) You spent how much on soy lattes last month?
What a pretentious drink. They’re bad and if you buy them, you should feel bad.

3) Post a list of songs on your iPod.
But I have such great playlists! Really, my playlists include a wide variety of genres. Name an artist!

2) Photos of your shoes.
I am so not that woman.

1) Rant about politicians.


This was fun.

Life, TV

This is now a judgement-free zone

I don’t really think of myself as judgmental – however, I did tend to look down on people that watched a lot of reality TV. It just always seemed ridiculous to be so invested in the lives of pseudo-celebrities.

But this summer, something happened. I got bored. Like really bored with what was on TV. All my regular programming was on hiatus until the fall. The Olympics were fun but I only watched a handful of events. I got so bored that I actually started to watch The Bachelorette. This is normally the type of show that I would roll my eyes at but I started to watch the premiere and then I was hooked. I found myself going out of my way to watch the show and learn the names of the guys competing for JoJo’s heart. I didn’t agree with her choice in the end, by the way.

Once the season ended, I said, Okay I’m done with the whole Bachelor/Bachelorette franchise. This was just a one-time thing. No one needs to know. Suddenly, I see previews for another show called, Bachelor in Paradise. And I realize that a few of the guys I just watched on The Bachelorette were going to be featured on this program. I decided to check out an episode and I was hooked. Each week, the show aired two days in a row. The first night always ended with a cliffhanger. So those crafty editors made damn sure you were going to tune in the next night. This stupid excuse for a reality show became my obsession for the remainder of the summer. I would watch both episodes each week, and also tune in for the live after show. I also live-tweeted and followed a few of the contestants on Twitter. I found myself actually rooting for some of the couples and betting against some of the contestants. I’ve seen every episode twice to make sure I didn’t miss anything. I know everyone’s name, I know who broke up, I know who’s engaged. It’s crazy. Three couples got engaged. They look really happy. I don’t think any of them stand a chance of actually making it but it was entertaining to watch. They’ve spent only a couple weeks together in a resort in Mexico, it’s just not the real world. But who knows? Maybe at least one of the couples make actually make it.

So yes, when I wasn’t working 60 hours a week, I spent my free time watching reality shows this summer. I’m not ashamed or embarrassed. I get it now. I get the appeal. The future of this country is in rough  shape. It’s downright scary. Depending on how the presidential election goes, we may have a lot of problems ahead. On a more personal level, this year has been a struggle for me financially so I’ve been working a lot and not spending much time online or doing anything relaxing. But my reality TV programs served as a nice distraction. While I was watching Evan and Carly form a weird but romantic relationship and while I was watching Bad Chad make an even bigger ass of himself, I temporarily forgot about my bills. I didn’t think about the fact that this country is not in a great place right now. I didn’t think about how much I hated my job. I wasn’t stressed or worried, I just let myself be entertained.

Reality TV is a great way to escape reality.




P.S.  I see that Nick is going to be the next Bachelor and I WILL be watching.