tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44368482761961919902024-03-06T03:23:49.476-05:00Fill Up Your Mug and Sit AwhileJesus Lover. Coffee Drinker. Dress Obsessed Mom and Wife.Sarah Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02887966641411778673noreply@blogger.comBlogger926125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436848276196191990.post-47880932514218860042019-02-01T18:07:00.002-05:002019-02-01T18:07:49.911-05:00Who Dis?Yeah, so it's been four long months since I've logged in. Whoops! My daughter got out of jail in late September, got a job, and promptly fell right back into her drug abuse. On her own accord, she decided to go back to rehab. So she's out of the house, and my husband and I have sworn that she will never live with us again. We have lost every single spoon to her heroin use, plus her coming in and out all time of the night, leaving doors unlocked and our home vulnerable...no thanks. After rehab, she will be going to live in a sober living facility and at that point, figure out her own life. She will be 24 this year....TWENTY FOUR! It's not my job to take care of her anymore, she has to learn to do this herself. I'll always be praying for her, and talk to her, but I do not ever want to live with her again. Already, the house is so much more peaceful and serene. I hated coming home when she lived with us, but I'm back to loving my house again. It seems so sad. I'd love to have an adult relationship with her but I can't do that until she's clean and sober. I don't want to enable her and I won't lower my standards. <br />
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What else is going on? Still working at the same place, of course I still love it there and I'm smiling most mornings that I walk in; hey, when I get stuck in traffic sometimes I'm a bit grumpy. I'm loving my second job as an online professor too. In fact, I'm now coming in Thursdays for hands-on tutoring and teaching two classes, plus I'm getting a third one added on in two weeks. The extra money is all going toward the debt we incurred with my daughter's addiction, and after we are done paying all that off, will go into our savings (of which we have very little, thanks to her.)<br />
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Oh, and I'm a semi-blonde again. Hard to keep up, isn't it?<br />
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The boys are doing well. Husband loves his new job, he's now an instructor for semi driving. My oldest boy, Tiger, will be 22 in April (how the heck....) and is getting his commercial drivers license. The youngest, Bucket, is kind of at a standstill, but I was so busy trying to keep his sister alive that he fell by the wayside. Attention is back on him now, and he's attempting to finish high school in spite of his learning disability. <br />
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I hope all of you are doing well and keeping out of trouble!Sarah Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02887966641411778673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436848276196191990.post-31314242943169309622018-09-03T20:08:00.000-04:002018-09-03T20:08:08.898-04:00Getting CloserIt's really kind of sad, but with my daughter in jail for a few more weeks, I've been more relaxed and happy than ever. Don't get me wrong; I miss her. But I miss my real daughter, not that drug addicted thief I used to live with. I hope my real daughter is the one who returns but I'm terrified that as soon as she's out, she will relapse and I will have to bury my firstborn. <br />
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But for now, I spend time with my husband. We relish our empty nest syndrome (me more than him) and we can just get up and go out without worrying about child care. It's really nice!<br />
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My full time job is going very well. Hard to believe I'll be there almost two years! It's definitely the best job I've ever had, hands down. I feel valued, challenged, and respected in this position and I've turned down other possible positions that paid more, but it's hard for me to leave a job I love so much. I don't even mind the drive (especially since I have my new car!) and I still get the giggles when I get to leave early at 1pm every Friday as one of my perks. <br />
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I love my second job too. I'm actually currently "working" right now as I write this blog post. I have 30 minutes left in my "office hour" but I'm done grading. So as long as I hang out and wait for any of my students to appear, I can do pretty much whatever I want. <br />
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My husband finally left his job as a long distance trucker. He came home and took a temp job as a dump truck driver, all the while looking for something else local with reasonable hours. It's ridiculous how many hours these local jobs were expecting their drivers to work with no rest and no over time. He's not a very old guy (46 in December) but he couldn't keep up with the ridiculous hours and was reaching burn out very quickly. On a whim, I said, "it's a shame you can't teach truck driving like I'm teaching coding." So we googled that and it turned out that two nearby truck driving schools were hiring instructors. I applied for him to the nearest one, they literally called the next day wanting to talk to him! He then went in the following day to do a road test, they took copies of his license, and I kid you not, two days later they offered him a full time position as an instructor! He took it, he starts next week and we will finally have a life with each other! We are both so excited about this part of our lives together. We have spent a lot of years apart and while we can't get that time back, we can certainly be excited about the future. <br />
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How are you feeling about your future these days?Sarah Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02887966641411778673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436848276196191990.post-86474054985575807572018-07-22T14:08:00.003-04:002018-07-22T14:08:40.558-04:00What Next?To me, these days feel like strange times to me. I'm not actively looking to find or change jobs. My marriage is secure and we enjoy each other's company. My children are grown (although not really doing too many grown up things, but I'm sure that will come.) These days, my husband is looking to change from over the road driving to local work (interview tomorrow!) and for us to spend more time together as a couple. We're looking for fun things to do in Central Florida that are not theme park oriented and working on sprucing up the back yard to become an intimate party haven for our friends and family.<br />
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Maybe this is something that just comes to couples in their forties, but we really enjoy spending time at home together, grilling out, sitting on our porch, while our puppies frolic around us and we avoid drama. He wants to garden, I want to read. We spend time together, but also apart, and contentment is the order of the day. As I am writing this, he's in the garage working on a project, while I ran a load of dishes, one of the laundry, and about to start grading some papers for my second job. <br />
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I got my hair done again (every two months, I try to be consistent!) and like I said in my birthday post back in May, I think I've found my look. I did rose gold again (with a few darker pink stripes thrown in) and kept to my inverted lob. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Even grown out, it looked pretty good. I also got new glasses again. One of these days, I will spring for Lasik.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I can always tells when I need a cut because I get frizzy on the ends.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Off to my stylist!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yeah. She's kind of amazing. I got a cut and my hair looks longer! Of course, she straightened it for me. One of these days, I will get a straightener.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, I love this. I feel refreshed!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I also did this...this helped to remove some of the bulk and help my hair look longer.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Of course I had to wear a pink shirt to show off my new pink hair.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cubicle light doing nothing for me here.</td></tr>
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What kind of activities do you like to do with your husband? Hubs and I are considering taking up bike riding. We both have bikes already, and Central Florida has lots of great trails. Also, there is an ecotourism push to connect all the trails in Central Florida so they go across the entire state from coast to coast (meaning, East Coast Atlantic Ocean to West Coast Gulf of Mexico.) It's a great way to get in shape and spend time together! I'm a Disney lover but it's so expensive and my husband is not a theme park fan. Sarah Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02887966641411778673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436848276196191990.post-62002057364594481672018-07-01T08:56:00.000-04:002018-07-01T08:56:05.585-04:00She Rewards HerselfMorning peeps! I've got over an hour before church and it really doesn't take me that long to get ready, so thought I'd do a blog post. Except for the situation with my daughter (she's a drug addict, if you're new to my blog) I'm doing well in my life these days. So well, that I decided to do this:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My first brand new car!</td></tr>
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Can't even begin to tell you how much I'm enjoying this new car!</div>
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So if you've been around long enough, you might remember that in 2014, I bought a Dodge Dart. It was not my dream car. It was the car I needed at the time because I had three teens living at home and needed a full size back seat, but still I needed good gas mileage. It was a mom car for sure. And it did the trick for four years! Well, my oldest son moved out, my daughter is in and out of either jail or rehab, and it's really only me and my youngest kiddo. I drive 300 miles per week just going back and forth to work, and my Dart was leaving me stranded. The AC would cut in and out (not in Florida in the summer...oh hell no), I was replacing parts every month plus still making a car payment, and the gas mileage wasn't as good as it used to be. I was fed up, frustrated, and after a 2 hour drive home in traffic one day when the AC went out again and I nearly fainted from the heat, I had had enough. I traded the Dart in (got a much better price than I expected, about 3000 more than Kelley Blue Book), and ended up with a payment only 100 more per month. I know, I know. I hate payments too. But with my husband being a trucker and gone a lot, I needed a dependable car with a warranty. For the extra 100 per month, I'd say that's worth it. Not only that, but because of my amazing job as a coder, I did it all without my husband. The car is in MY NAME, I used MY PAY STUBS, and I handled all of the paperwork MYSELF without him. I got a little emotional over it. My husband and I, we are a team and I love him to pieces. But knowing that I was able to afford this little car on my own, independently, made my heart swell with pride. I think when you grow up so stinking poor, on food stamps and Medicaid and all the government stuff, you don't ever forget how quickly things can go to hell. Knowing that I managed, with the help of God, my mother who raised me without my father giving a damn about me, and my own hard work, that I can take care of myself now, made me tear up. I will never, ever, EVER, forget where I came from. I know it's just a little car, and not an expensive one at that, but I can't stop grinning when I look out my windows and see her sitting there, waiting on me. I get up in the mornings excited to get on the interstate (who the hell am I?!?) so I can drive her. Oh, she doesn't have a name yet, I've only had her for a week although I'm leaning towards Valentina. Why Valentina? Because I love her and she's red. <br />
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One other thing I get to share, is that I was able to pick up a second job, and I am in love with this job. I wasn't even actively looking, as I'd applied to Publix, Pizza Hut, and a Mexican joint near my job, and heard back from none of them. I knew I couldn't be fast enough to do fast food. So I just figured that I wasn't going to get anything, and I was fine with it. A friend of mine from the AAPC meetings messaged me out of the blue to ask me if I'd considered teaching. Now, I tried this before and never got a response from the college which tried to recruit me before, and I gave up on it after 9 months or so. This was a different school, so I forwarded my resume and didn't expect anything. I was right: it took 6 months for them to call me back, but I finally got an interview and was hired on the spot as an online adjunct instructor for medical coding and billing. Yes, that's right. I'M A COLLEGE PROFESSOR!!! Now, it's only part time, and I'm only teaching one class right now because I'm new and trying to get the hang of it. But I love it so much. I get to do it from home, I'm able to show my love of this field to newcomers, and the pay is decent. Every single penny is going towards debt (it's not very funny, but all of my credit card debt is due to my daughter; rehab bills and her car) and I get to do it while I'm doing a load of laundry in my pajamas. God is good, peeps. I struggled quite a bit financially and professionally from 2014 to 2016, but it has turned around and I am so geeked over it!<br />
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Now my prayers are centered over the health of my daughter (mentally and physically) and my husband, who is definitely over long distance trucking. I hope you'll be praying for the health of my family, and I'll be praying for yours. God is good, all the time. All the time, God is good.Sarah Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02887966641411778673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436848276196191990.post-33050689677526486902018-06-08T17:08:00.001-04:002018-06-08T17:08:53.480-04:00Six Months of Sarah SelfiesSo I spent nearly six months not blogging, which is definitely weird for me. I was still taking selfies the entire time, mostly because I am straight up fascinated with hair and I'm forever taking pictures to make sure it looks good. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Completely unsure about this top. I got it on sale from Lane Bryant, it was under $10, it's a size 14. The sleeves are floofy and weird. It's literally the only white shirt I own. I get compliments but it's just not a shirt I wear often. I've had it for a year, I think I've worn it twice. And of course, I spilled coffee on it, because that's who I am as a person.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love this photo of me. My eyebrows look great, I like my cute bird scarf (got at Goodwill for $2, peeps!), my skin is clear and my hair looks great. I like this photo so much that I use it for my LinkedIn profile. Do you use LinkedIn? I like it more than Facebook. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm not crazy about the color of my hair here, but this...this is my favorite cut. I can never recreate the cuts, either! Then my sister reminded me that my stylist always straightens my hair, and that I don't own a straightener. Oh. That must be it. I'm definitely an inverted lob hair girl. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And here is the inverted lob without a straightener. Still cute, but I do like it straighter. This posting of pictures is really helping me figure out the hair situation!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This had to have been a chilly day. I'm wearing my chunky gray sweater (instead of my usual thinner gray cardigan) again with a scarf (this one is from Target from probably 5 to 10 years ago!) and if my hair is pulled back, that means I'm unhappy with it or it needs to be washed. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blue is a great color on me. Unfortunately, I need to see my stylist,, stat. This is awful!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Roots. Oh my. Younique makeup too, which is seriously the bees knees and does amazing stuff for my skin!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another sweet top I scored at the Goodwill, probably for around $3. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My eyes match the color of this top. It's a cheapie Walmart $5 tee. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I liked this shirt, but I ended up donating to Goodwill because it kept riding up and exposing my gut. This royal blue color is the world, amirite?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and the girl, during one of the times she was out of rehab or jail.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hair time needed again. And I'm wearing one of my daughter's tops from City Chic which I bought her when she was a freshman in high school. Hey, if she's in jail, I get to wear her clothes, right?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bangs and purple hair. Super cute!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yeah. Digging the bangs. I've got a teeny tiny forehead so I think this is cute. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A gorgeous spring day in Florida means I get to ride home with the moon roof open.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was after I got the rose gold on my birthday in May. Still don't own a straightener.</td></tr>
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And there you have it. 6 months of me obsessing about my hair and makeup. All the makeup is Younique (except maybe some of the eyeshadow, I still do have some of my older palettes) and most of my clothes are Goodwill. Ain't that something.Sarah Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02887966641411778673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436848276196191990.post-55732861100567607862018-06-02T09:35:00.000-04:002018-06-02T09:35:16.937-04:00Rose GoldMy 43rd birthday was a few weeks ago, and my tradition is to get "mah hair did" for my birthday. As a youngster, my hair was so dark brown it was nearly black, with no highlights at all. But as I'm getting older, the grays are coming in quickly and that super dark color washes me out. I'm probably about 30% gray at this point, so I brainstormed with my stylist to find a color that will blend those grays nicely. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I walked into the salon like this. This is my actual 43rd birthday, May 15.</td></tr>
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I normally change my hair color every six to eight weeks, but this time, I'm keeping it. I love how the gray and the rose color blend so prettily, mixed in with a bit of gold. Because it contrasts with my blue eyes, my eyes seem even bluer and it seemed to perk up my skin tone. As you can see, my pixie cut is long gone and I'm back to this shoulder length hair. I'm in the process of growing it out a bit so I can do a chic inverted bob. </div>
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So, I'm 43 now. So far, I'm really enjoying my 40s except for dealing with my daughter's drug issues. My boys are doing pretty good. My oldest son, Tiger, moved out recently with friends, and he's 21 now. 21!!! My youngest, Bucket, will be 20 in July. My 24th wedding anniversary is coming up in August, and my husband is back at work. I am praying that the crisis mode that I've been living in the past couple of years will calm down and this will be a time of growth and happiness. I wish the same for you!Sarah Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02887966641411778673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436848276196191990.post-48470083346528518692018-05-19T21:38:00.003-04:002018-05-19T21:38:54.326-04:00No Excuse But Then Again, I Don't Need OneI have not logged into this blog in six months.<br />
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It's been a very long, trying, sad six months.<br />
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In six months, my daughter has been back and forth to rehab three times.<br />
She's been to jail three times too.<br />
She's actually still in rehab right now.<br />
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My son broke his engagement to his girlfriend of many years and is now seeing someone else (I do actually like the new young lady.)<br />
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My husband lost his job, leaving me the sole breadwinner of our household. He just started work again this week and I'm grateful.<br />
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Due to the sadness and lack of money, I gained back most of the weight I lost, because cheap food is bad food. But I'm back on track as of May 1 and I've lost 15 pounds and more importantly, my blood sugar is doing much better.<br />
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I find a lot of comfort in God, and I thank Him for bringing me to the job I have now. It brings me a lot of personal satisfaction. It's hard to believe that I'm coming up on two years with them. Despite the long commute, I really love what I do. I've also been blessed to just recently sign paperwork to start teaching medical coding online! I can't even fathom this. In 2014 I couldn't get anyone to give me a chance in the career I wanted. Now my inbox is full, my phone rings off the hook, and I feel like a confused squirrel in traffic, chasing to chase all the nuts!<br />
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But just to prove that I'm truly alive, here's a fairly recent picture of me.<br />
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I hope all of you out there are doing better than I have recently. I find a lot of comfort in the book of Job; I feel so many afflictions coming down on me, but I will not stop praising His name. Even though all of my pain, He is mighty to save.Sarah Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02887966641411778673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436848276196191990.post-81981632805346709472017-11-26T18:00:00.001-05:002017-11-26T18:00:32.333-05:00A Week of Stripes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Silly me decided to give myself a challenge, and I wore stripes for an entire work week. Is that weird? Maybe. Am I weird? Most definitely. So here we go!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pinstriped pants for a day which I had a meeting. I wore these with a plain black top, my black flats, and a pink cardigan.<br /><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It was a bit warm for this shirt today. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trying to catch a full length shot at work before someone walks in. Awkward!<br /><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I wear this blue and gray striped shirt often, it's one of my favorites.<br /><br /><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I like tops with an embellished neckline because I skip over a necklace and go right for the earrings instead. I wore this with black pants and my flats again.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Outdoor lighting is so much better.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Would it surprise you to know that every single striped item was purchased from Goodwill? I'm a firm believer that you don't have to spend a ton of money in order to look great at work. <br /><br /><br /></td></tr>
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And there is my week of stripes! Sad thing is, I easily have enough clothing to do another week of stripes without a repeat. What is your favorite pattern or item of clothing? Are you a floral girl? Tye dye? Plaid? Do tell!<br />
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Sarah Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02887966641411778673noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436848276196191990.post-34505305762675159572017-10-29T16:17:00.000-04:002017-10-29T16:17:11.280-04:00Irma<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So like most of the southern US, we "hunkered down" for the biggest hurricane in the Atlantic. And you know what? We had almost no damage at all. Not one shingle, not one drop of rain came into this house. We lost power for approximately five hours, and that happened after the hurricane already blew through! We lost no food, no money, and I literally did not miss a single day of work. It was unreal. However, we still have tree debris on the side of the road, but that's about it. I have to admit I was suffering from some anxiety over this one, but we came through just fine, and I'm grateful for it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tiger just had to go outside and wave the flag after the storm. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It was a little scary for little dogs, so we got in some cuddle time, until it got too loud for the babies and we had to put them in their crate and put a dark blanket over them. The sound of the wind howling is what I'd imagine banshees would sound like; screaming howls of pain. That was probably the worst part of the storm.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But snuggle fix everything.<br /><br /><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Only me and one other coder showed up to work on Monday September 11th, after the hurricane. Most had no power; others were trapped in their homes from tree branches or flooding. Neither were an issue for me, so I came in. Mr. R was home with the kids and dogs, so there was no need for me to stay home and use up my PTO.</td></tr>
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Praying that your family did not suffer during this storm, either! How are you?Sarah Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02887966641411778673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436848276196191990.post-12045457825101440492017-10-07T12:41:00.000-04:002017-10-07T12:41:19.922-04:00ProctoringI'm sitting in a hospital in Daytona Beach right now, proctoring an exam which lasts 5 hours and 40 minutes. I'm really glad that I was an officer for the past two years, but I can't run again (they have term limits!) and I'm glad to give up this responsibility. It was SO HARD to get up at 5am on this drizzly Saturday morning, with my warm husband snuggled up beside me, to get out and work FOR FREE. I do have tons of pictures to share, but they are most car and office selfies. I need to do better!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I really do not know what is up with the weird face I'm making here. This shirt is one of my favorites. I got it at Ross a few years ago, and it's a 2X and too big for me, but it's so comfy. I need to learn how to take in seams so it will fit me better. Sometimes the color looks wonky, but I can tell you it's a navy blue with a khaki stripe. I tend to wear this shirt with either my navy blue work pants or my brown work pants. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My lucky red WalMart tee shirt and my glasses. I'm basic here.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I like the contrast of the cobalt sweater with my red tee.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dog pics are the best! Here is my little Bella snuggling up to Bucket's cat, Quazar. I didn't name the cat, guys.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think my hair and makeup look great here, but you can tell I'm sad. This is the day I had my daughter admitted to a drug rehab center. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You can see those sneaky grays coming back at the hair line!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This shirt makes me happy. It's also a bit too big and it's a 1X. I got it at a Burlington Coat Factory in Sanford FL. I get compliments every time I wear it, regarding how blue it makes my eyes appear. I will wear this top with pretty much every pair of pants I own: right now I own five pairs of work pants in gray, dark brown, navy, and two in black. It's boring but makes my life easy and I can switch all the tops around. Unfortunately (or not!) the pants are all too big and hanging on the ground so I really need new ones.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Seriously I was just admiring my eyebrows on this particular day.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This cheap (under $10) pink cardigan I picked up a year ago at my local Ross has ended up being a favorite. I wear it at least two or three times a week. I've got it paired with a navy ruched top I found at Goodwill for $3.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cub pictures are fun.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's been a while since you've seen pictures of the kids! Here is Tiger age 20. He is engaged and has his own place. He loves animals!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Got to my 1 year anniversary without a hitch. I really love my job! This place is so much better than my last place of employment, I am a much happier person these days.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My job has this very cool concept where we take a conference room, and everyone brings in clothes they no longer want. Then everyone goes to the conference room and finds "new" clothes to wear. I came away with this super cute red print top and it cost me nothing!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I may have a super cute top to wear, but this hair is something.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Glad to not have gray, but I had a different stylist (mine was out with a hysterectomy) and she got dye all over my head. Plus, the color was just not very dynamic. It was "okay."</td></tr>
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News? My daughter is out of drug rehab now. I think she needs to go back. She's still just so...sneaky. I don't trust her for nothing. I lock my bedroom door every time I go to work.<br />
I still haven't picked up a second job, and I'm glad. Between my work and the commute, I'm pretty tired. I still haven't decided if I should go back to school. Signing a contract with this place for them to pay for me to go to school is scary. I guess after getting burned so bad at my 13 year job, I'm scared to make that commitment. Next blog post will be about Hurricane Irma.Sarah Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02887966641411778673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436848276196191990.post-43476417745695062232017-08-18T19:15:00.001-04:002017-08-18T19:15:24.257-04:00Status Quo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's been a month since my last post, and nothing is really new. I just keep driving to work (I hate the commute) and code my little heart out. I still really like my job. My hair is growing out quickly from the pixie from last October. I'm once again able to put it in a bun or ponytail. For now, I'm letting it grow out. Pixies are awesome and I love them on other women but when I see pictures of myself, I'm usually not too impressed. Plus, they are work to keep up! So yeah, I think I'm coming back to long hair...or at least medium length, maybe just a bit past my shoulders. Once it gets longer than that, I end up with crushing headaches and I'm just not interested in that. I have quite a few pictures to share!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Clearly, this blue and green ruffled top is a favorite of mine. I've worn it before on this blog and I probably wear this shirt once or twice a month at work. With my blue eyes, these bright blues and greens are favorites of mine to wear. The blue cardigan is new, I got it from Lane Bryant back in May on clearance. It's a size 14/16 and has really cute crochet arms. I'll have to take a better picture of it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hooray for Younique makeup!<br /><br /><br /><br /></td></tr>
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So I do have a bit of a...I don't know if dilemma is the right word to use, but I guess a decision to make. In order to pay off some debt (and we don't have a lot thank God) I decided to ask a friend of mine if she had any insight on coding jobs to work from home. Not to quit where I am now, but just part time in the evening to supplement my income and clear out some of these bills. She's an instructor at a college for coding and billing. Instead, she asked me to apply to her school and be an instructor. I am completely taken aback by this; I've only been a coder for three years, although I do have 20 years of experience in medical as a whole. In my head, I was hoping to find a code at home job for about two hours every night and maybe on Saturdays while I do laundry. But one thing I have learned over the years, is to apply for anything and see what happens! So I applied for the instructor job and haven't heard a peep out of them! I messaged my friend back to tell her that I didn't think they were interested in me because I have not heard back. She insists that they will hire me, that I'd be perfect for the job, and not to give up hope. But the next term starts August 28; that is ten days away. That is NOT enough time for me to prepare, to change my schedule at my full time job, and to become...gulp...a teacher!<br />
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I have three other options here (in my head, anyway.)<br />
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1) forget this teaching nonsense and find a work at home job!<br />
2) forget getting a second job. Come home and relax!<br />
3) forget a second job and relaxing. Go back to college and get your bachelors! This new job is willing to pay for that!<br />
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Ughhhhh....decisions decisions! Do you all have any thoughts on this?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I had an all black day like I used to do in high school. I seriously could use a little sun. You can tell I'm a cubicle dweller, I practically glow in the dark.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm not sad here (for a change.) I'm trying to take pictures of my eye makeup. I don't have a vanity or makeup mirror and I do my makeup in a poorly lit bathroom, perched with one butt cheek on a sink and balancing with my left foot. It's actually really ridiculous. I told Mr. R I want a vanity with a mirror. He actually agrees, since my makeup and hair stuff takes up the entire vanity in our bathroom! (Good eyebrow day here.)<br /><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I picked up this cute dress at Goodwill for $6. I have to wear a tank under it though, as it's quite low cut. Still, the fit is amazing, like it was made for me. It comes to about two inches below my knees and I get compliments on it every time I wear it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dreaming of a three day weekend. Labor Day, you are so close. Come to Mama.<br />This top is also a Goodwill find, which I picked up for a mere $3. It's odd colors, light gray, black and yellow. For some reason I threw my pink cardigan over it and I thought it looked cute. Doesn't match at all, but I think it worked.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taking pictures at your desk with no one noticing is hard.<br /><br /></td></tr>
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So what else has happened in the past month?<br />
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Missy turned 22. She is still having drug issues. It makes me incredibly sad.<br />
It was our 23rd wedding anniversary. Mr. R hurt his back again (I think his trucking career is just about over, the man is broken and a serious grouch.) so we did nothing but let him rest. It was the most boring anniversary I think I've ever had. <br />
Next month in September will be my one year anniversary at my new job already! Sarah Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02887966641411778673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436848276196191990.post-72068131109241124422017-07-12T20:47:00.001-04:002017-07-12T20:47:14.876-04:00Being Frivolous<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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With all the stress in my life, I am feeling the need to goof off and be silly a lot more than I have in years past. And with a decent job that actually pays a living wage (say it ain't so!!!) I'm having fun with my hair, make up, the gym, and of course my quest for the best eyebrows ever. <br />
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I tried Keratin!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trim, color, Keratin. I am loving life here. It's so smooth!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I am basically hating life here. I had no idea I couldn't wash or pull my hair back for two days. I couldn't even tuck it behind my ears because then the hair will basically stay that way for as long as the treatment lasts. Two days of this grease pit laying in my face. I was seriously starting to regret my choice and almost called Cheri (my stylist) telling her I was coming in to get my head shaved. But then after those 48 hours I washed it and hair miracles began to happen.<br /><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Go ahead. Tell me how cute I am. I already know. This is Monday, July 3rd. Half the office was out for a four day weekend, but I had no PTO so I was stuck in the office that day, wearing my snazzy stars and stripes tee.<br /><br />So then I thought...well, my hair looks pretty good natural, which in my case is straight with a lot of bounce. I wonder if it will take a curl? Out come my hot rollers!<br /><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Awww, yiss. My hair still curls! And my goodness do I need a tan or what. I'm practically glow in the dark here.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Totally feeling the hair and makeup on this particular day. It's all Younique. Except for the blush.</td></tr>
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My sweet baby Bucket turned 19 over the holiday. Let me tell you, this kid lucked out. He got a brand new mattress and box spring, a trip to Chili's, the return of his bedroom, cash from my parents, lunch out with them too, and a new headset for his xBox. Then he asked to go see the new SpiderMan movie on opening night, so we did that too.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here we are at Epic Theaters together on July 7th. Let me tell you a story about that hat he's wearing. He LOVES newsboy hats, but he's a lot like his dad and has a huge noggin and couldn't find one that fit his fat head. So I decided to go on Etsy.com to find a hat for him. I found a place in Poland of all places! So I measured his head, and naturally he is the largest size. I order it,and in less than two weeks Bucket had his custom made newsboy cap all the way from Europe and he adores it. And it was only about $25! But the funniest thing is, he has a fancy European cap, but he's wearing a denim jacket/hoodie combo we found at Goodwill for $6. Is that my life or what. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Speaking of that same paradox, here I am wearing a Walmart tee shirt, and even a Walmart scarf, but with Younique products, which I am totally loving! BTW, even though this is a Walmart tee, I love these tops. They were $5.88 at my local Walmart and I bought them in every color except the pastels and white. They are super soft, and have a great v-neck and cover a good portion of my fat arms. I wear them with my work pants or a cute skirt to work, but on this day I decided to pull out the scarf. I find scarves tricky. I see them and love them on other women, but when I try, I feel like I'm being strangled by a fabric monster. I did learn something, and that is that I prefer the longer rectangular scarves instead of this one, which is square. I couldn't lengthen this scarf any more than it was. Stick with the rectangles!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another Younique day. I have basically replaced everything makeup product I own with Younique. In fact, I'm planning to buy the presenter's kit this week when I get paid, which will actually make me a Younique rep. However, I'm not planning to actively sell the product at this time, I just wanted the great deal and the future 20% off. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Do you know how hard it is to take a picture of your eye makeup? Ha!<br /><br /><br />So that's my frivolous life these days. Trust me, more serious things are happening all around me, but I find small joy in having nicer skin, on fleek eyebrows, lip color that stays on all day, and obedient hair. I hope you, my readers, also find something fun in the frivolous. Whether it's makeup, a cute new handbag, or beautiful fabric to make a new dress or curtains with, please find joy in the frivolous. Life is serious...but it's also fun and beautiful.<br /><br /></td></tr>
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July 1st is this Saturday, and one of the biggest changes of my life is quickly approaching.<br />
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My son and his <strike>girlfriend</strike> fiancee are moving out! I knew the day would come, and I even suspected that Tiger would be the first one to leave. (I also stated he would be the first to get married and give me a grandbaby, and I seem to be on track here as well). There are mountains of boxes in my hallway, tempers are flaring due to the stress, but I'm happy for them to move out and move on. It's normal, I remember loving my first place even though it was kind of a dump. This rental is no exception, but they put down a deposit without ever asking me what I thought (and they don't have to ask me, they're adults who make their own decisions) and so my job is to put stuff in my car and drive it over. Will I miss them? Yes and no. Tiger ended up being my rock, the kid I could depend on while his daddy is on the road. It's going to be weird not having him around to run to the store for me, do a load of dishes, and let the dogs out to pee. But I'm over listening to my son and his <strike>girlfriend</strike> fiancee fight over ridiculous crap like who finished the ranch dressing and missing socks. You can go do that in your own place, thankyouverymuch!<br />
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I'm sitting at home today due to a dead battery in my car, and I'm not happy because I'm out of PTO and I totally cannot afford to sit at home. Now I'm going to have to work late once this battery gets recharged. I was supposed to go to the gym with my sister and I had to cancel on her. <br />
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Speaking of gym, I have not been doing great. I had a good knee injury back in April, and I've been suffering ever since. My new PCP has told me, in the nicest way possible, that I'm really too fat to run and I need to do other things that are more gentle to my body. Well, I didn't listen, and now I'm hurting so bad I can hardly walk. I've been doing Aquafit in the pool and I like that a lot, but the pain continues. I even went to the emergency room because I thought I might have a blood clot in my leg, but that was ruled out. So the suffering continues. However, I haven't put on any weight and I've been maintaining the weight loss, so that makes me pretty happy. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is me literally right now, wishing my car would start.<br /><br /><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hair is seriously jacked up these days. I have an appointment on Friday for...get this...keratin, cut, color. My hair is long enough for a ponytail again after I just got that short pixie back in October. I can't deal with this mushroom stage my hair goes through, so my stylist suggested Keratin. <br /><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Was actually just trying to take a picture of the new lipstick to send to my Younique consultant, Ashley. It's the same color I'm wearing in the first picture, it's called Sumptuous and it's a delightful coral/watermelon summery color that I just love. It's really long lasting and I had it on for about 12 hours before I would have needed to reapply. I don't wear makeup in the house though so there is no point in reapplying. </td></tr>
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Have a great day!Sarah Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02887966641411778673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436848276196191990.post-6619050363964833892017-05-23T20:18:00.000-04:002017-05-23T20:18:03.933-04:0042 and Counting...So while I've been gone, I turned 42. My daughter was in a car accident and totaled my beloved Dodge Durango. I then purchased a Dodge Ram truck for Tiger, a Hyundai Sonata for Missy, and spent a whopping ten bucks on my eyebrows.<br />
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Sorry to say, but no photos have been taken, no outfits have been documented, and no children have moved out. At least my job is steady and gives me personal satisfaction. <br />
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So far, late teens to early 20s is my least favorite phase of children. And that's all I have to say about that.<br />
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I'm gonna go eat some ice cream.<br />
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Sarah Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02887966641411778673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436848276196191990.post-73143570125643815032017-04-22T12:02:00.001-04:002017-04-22T12:02:16.023-04:00I'm a Bad, Bad Blogger!Well hello you guys! I know it's been two months since my last blog post, but life is keeping me busy and I don't think about my blog very often. The merger at my job went smoothly, and my medical coding career has been very fast paced. In fact, as I write this, I am proctoring an exam. Unfortunately, my home life has SUCKED lately. My older son Tiger lost his job, I found out Bucket is not graduating high school again, and my daughter had a drug relapse and is abusing IV drugs. I'm so tired, peeps. I never thought work would be my escape but I almost despise weekends because I'm in the house with four angry young adults (my son's girlfriend now lives with us.) <br />
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I'm doing my best. I had a doctor appointment yesterday where I broke down and cried. My health is not great. My A1C (indicator of blood sugar) is the highest it's ever been. I gained weight, injured my knee in a 5K last weekend, and my blood pressure is sky high even with three medications. My PCP suggested I see a therapist. At first I thought, Are you kidding me...but I found myself agreeing that I need help. I'm a pretty laid back kind of girl but my anxiety is through the roof lately, to the point where I had my first panic attack about two months ago. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Possibly the worst picture I have ever posted on this blog. I am so stressed out that my right jaw constantly breaks out into incredibly large, painful pimples that take weeks to heal, and are now leaving scars. And I'd like to thank the person from my church who decided this photo was good enough to be published. SMH.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I miss them being little. I miss them trusting me. I miss playing fun games, and bed time stories, and coloring, and making forts on Nana's porch. Tiger is in stripes Bucket is in black. I am thinking Tiger is about four here, Bucket would be three and that would make Missy six years old.</td></tr>
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With this new merger, I have the opportunity to go back to school, and I've started the process. Right now, the plan is to start in September and get my bachelor's degree in Health Information Management and then move into the Master's program too. I will try to get some full length pictures going, but with all the anxiety and skin lesions, I haven't been taking pictures. With the weight loss, my clothes don't really fit properly and I'm not looking as sharp as I'd like. I may go shopping later today. Pants in particular feel wonky on me right now. I need to find some cute shift dresses that will hide the mid-section. I'm totally willing to start over on my wardrobe, get four dresses (Monday through Thursday) and then my jeans with the company shirt on Fridays and simplify my life. Would you be willing to throw all your clothes away for a fresh start?<br />
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<br />Sarah Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02887966641411778673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436848276196191990.post-36021389072997072112017-02-24T20:44:00.000-05:002017-02-24T20:44:33.341-05:00Not Again!Well, hi there. Life is going along swimmingly. The job is great. My son and his fiancee set a January wedding date for 2018. Bucket will not be graduating again, and he got turned down for social security disability, so we will be getting a lawyer. But other than that...life is pretty good.<br />
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However, for some reason, there seems to be a cycle in my life that keeps perpetuating. And that is: 1) I got into another car accident. 2) The company I work for has merged into a larger company. <br />
But good news is: 1) I was not injured this time (at least I feel fine right now, I have 14 days to decide to get medically treated) and 2) instead of losing my job for the merger, I was added to a huge company that has even better benefits and tuition reimbursement than what I have now, PLUS, I may have an option to work from home very soon! YES!!!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I ran a 5K with my sister. Terrible time. 1 hour 3 minutes. But really, it just leaves me room to improve.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I did something new! I got my eyelashes tinted. Not sure I will ever do it again. The process took longer than I expected, and having to lay in a room while I couldn't see with this cardboard jammed by my eyelids really freaked me out. There's a reason I don't wear contacts. But I admit that my lashes do look great and I haven't had to wear mascara in two months.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is my new puppy, Bella. She is Tequila's daughter and the last puppy who was not adopted. I adore her. The kids named her. She is very resistant to house training and while I love her, I do not love the tiny puddles and tiny turds that are sprinkled all over my house.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Finally, a full length picture of me, but my son is really just a terrible photographer who doesn't care. The tree is casting shadows and I look diseased. But oh well...there you go.</td></tr>
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<br />Sarah Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02887966641411778673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436848276196191990.post-29907038561140364562017-01-28T21:35:00.000-05:002017-01-28T21:43:20.459-05:00She Designed a Life She LovedOh peeps! I feel pretty bad that I haven't posted in a while, but I've been living my life and enjoying the heck out of myself!<br />
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I got past the 90 days at my new job without a hitch. I love it there. In fact, I was picked to do a special auditing project which has had me using my certification in a new way, and I love learning new things so I have really enjoyed it. I work with a lovely group of women who are all very encouraging and so kind. I have a flexible schedule and half days on Fridays. As far as work/career, I am very, very happy.<br />
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When I'm happy (or sad, or depressed, or just breathing) I tend to eat. And I sure did. I didn't realize how much weight I'd gained until I saw pictures at Christmas.<br />
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And of course my father in law posted all of these on Facebook. Because...life. So, with that, I decided along with millions of other people in January to change my eating habits, get active, and lose some weight. My starting weight on January 1 was 259.4. Not the heaviest I've ever been (I've definitely been over 300 at one point but it was probably ten or more years ago when the kids were much younger.) I don't know why, but this time feels different. In the 28 days since the New Year, I've lost ten pounds. I started running using the C25K program. I got professionally fitted for real running shoes. I've signed up for a 5K. And I joined a gym, where I was professionally measured and given a 4 time a week workout program. And I actually go. <br />
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I absolutely adore being a wife and mother, but now that everyone has grown up and my husband still travels, I'm finally investing time in myself. I do not feel guilty at all about not coming home right after work. I go running with my sister twice a week at the park, I go to the gym three to four other days a week by myself. My goal (I can't believe I'm even saying this because it still feels really far away) is to run a half marathon in 2018. I've gotten to the point where if I miss a workout, my body really misses it and I feel more tired. I catch myself stretching and noticing muscle formation in my thighs, and my waist getting smaller. I don't know if it's the extra blood flow or just feeling pumped, but my sex drive is through the roof. That's actually quite unfortunate because my poor husband has injured his back again and he's been miserable with pain. That's marriage, isn't it? Oh well.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the beginning of December when my sister completed her first half marathon. She's still smiling!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was not happy about this picture. No ma'am. But someday, I'm sure I'll appreciate how fat and sweaty I am here. This is us after a run at the park. Of course she's still smiling, Miss Perky Pants. </td></tr>
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<span id="goog_1570767882"></span><span id="goog_1570767883"></span>One other thing I notice is how fast my hair grows. From the half marathon picture in early December to Christmas, and now end of January...that's two months and look at how long it grew! Why do I bother with these pixie cuts? I can't keep up! I can actually pull my hair back in a ponytail again, although it's tiny and ridiculous. <br />
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I hope everyone here is doing well. I'm not taking clothing pics because clothing doesn't fit well right now. It's probably the part of my life that has me bummed lately, as I don't feel I look my best right now. I've never shied away from dressing nicely even as a fat person. I'm being cheap and not buying new things. I probably need to get myself back to Goodwill and find pants. My 18/20s are ridiculously huge, I can pull them completely down when they're zipped and buttoned. But that fear of giving up clothes is weird. I probably need therapy or something!<br />
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<br />Sarah Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02887966641411778673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436848276196191990.post-75086184022025319062016-11-26T16:08:00.000-05:002016-11-26T16:08:14.087-05:00Thankful, Grateful, BlessedI had a very nice Thanksgiving, and I hope yours was just as wonderful. I didn't overeat, controlled my sugar, and enjoyed my family. Unfortunately, we did not get to tile the kitchen. We ended up with a flood in the kids bathroom and ended up needing to fix that instead. I'm not too upset; owning a house seems to come with lots of problems and I'm glad this flood happened while Mr. R was home to fix it!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I have to document good hair days. Also wearing the jewelry my mom got me last Christmas. This is actually leather. The earrings match, although I realize you can't see them.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Adding a little Bailey's to my coffee. And that's where the title of my blog post comes from...this awesome shirt I ordered on Amazon. It's a size XL. And I truly am; thankful, grateful and blessed.</td></tr>
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<br />Sarah Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02887966641411778673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436848276196191990.post-56605568436438720512016-11-20T20:37:00.001-05:002016-11-20T20:37:48.908-05:00Savvy SarahDid you guys know I'm 41 years old?<br />
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I find my 40s to be interesting. Sometimes people are shocked when I mention that I have three adult children. Then I have someone ask me if I'm a grandmother yet (that is NOT funny.) Considering many women don't even start their families until they're in their 40s, I find that question a bit annoying. In fact, I have a cousin who just had her first baby at 41 (I'm 5 months older than her!) I have days when I feel like I can pull off late 20s, and other days when I'm channeling my inner grandma and I want those annoying kids to get off my lawn. This is when I tell you that I think your 40s are a fun time to experiment with different looks and styles. In my 20s, I had youth. My skin was glowing (I was pregnant a lot), and I could pull all nighters without blinking. Then in my 30s, my metabolism slowed down to a screeching halt and I was exhausted from working and caring for three children. Now the kids are grown up and all pretty much doing their own thing...and I have time to have a little fun. So I'm starting to play with makeup.<br />
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Bucket's math teacher retired (I'd like to think it's not due to her having my son in her class...I tell myself lies sometimes) and she invited me to try some Younique products that she's now selling. I immediately figured this was overpriced crap. But I remember when I was doing Jamberry and people blew me off, so I tried a sample. And I LOVE IT.<br />
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Because the items are expensive, I've been buying one or two products a month and I'm slowly building up my stash. I'm getting rid of the cheaper products that have probably been the culprits of all the breakouts you've heard me complain about since I started this blog many years ago. I actually am sporting one monster pimple on my chin right now (thank you, spicy burrito week...you never disappoint me!) but I swear you can't hardly tell in this photo.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm wearing about half Younique products here. Concealer (under my eyes and the monster zit on my chin), primer, foundation (the color is Velour, and it's perfect for my weird mix of white girl mixed with a bit of olive skin), 3D lashes, and Savvy lipstain. My Younique consultant convinced me to try Savvy which is a purple lipcolor, and I almost said no. Glad I didn't...I love the color!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The only non Younique products I'm wearing are my eyeshadows and blush.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I really need for my stylist to come home from her family vacation. My hair needs her! The shirt is "Kim Rogers Woman" and it's a size 1x and a bit too big on me. But it sure is comfy and the colors were perfect for me so I bought it anyway. I've been trying to dry it on hot to make it shrink a bit.</td></tr>
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Today was a good day. I went to church, did my Thanksgiving shopping. Did a load of dishes then went to Goodwill. My future daughter in law lives with us right now (this house is so crowded...I am claustrophobic over it at times) and got she got rid of four bags of clothes so I dropped them off. Then I decided...I don't need to go home. I'll go inside and see what's up. So glad I did!<br />
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I found a gorgeous orange top for $3. I'd been looking online for one, and I even ordered it from Woman Within. For some crazy reason even though I ordered the 16, they sent me an 18/20 so it doesn't fit. So now I have an orange shirt to wear with my brown cotton skirt with the white and orange flowers on it! I plan to wear that on Wednesday to work. Then I found a crazy palm tree patterned dress. I'd never wear it as a dress, but it has a dropped seam so I can just cut off the dress portion and have a really cute drapey top. That cost me $6. I then found a blue and white striped "dress" but in my mind, it's a cute tunic. I'm going to chop about three or four inches off the bottom, hem it and call it a day. Another $6. Then I found a black and white cotton dress in a size 1x. Again, a bit big on me, but I think I can pull in the shoulders a bit. That dress was on sale for half price so it's mine for $3! I had hopped into a changing room and the people before me had left all their clothes in the room (that's a no-no!) so I was putting their stuff back when I found a gorgeous print top that reminded me of a sunset...all melty pinks and oranges in a size XL. I tried it on real quick and it fit perfectly so I threw it in the pile for another $3. All of these are in the washer right now and I'm sure I'll wear at least two of the pieces this week.<br />
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Then I went and got a pedicure, came home, and had planned to do a webinar but it hadn't been downloaded properly so I couldn't do it. Bummer. Only a three day work week this week, and then Mr. R and I are tiling our kitchen over the 4 day weekend! I haven't had a floor in my kitchen for nearly three years. We have not had four days off together in that long. We have a pretty tiny kitchen, so it really won't take long. But he has a bad back, so he's going to cut the tiles and I'm going to lay them. I might even have enough tile to get a backsplash. I'm so excited!<br />
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Do you have plans for Thanksgiving?Sarah Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02887966641411778673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436848276196191990.post-86460165412116122512016-11-17T05:39:00.000-05:002016-11-17T05:39:23.761-05:00When Caring MattersMy update today is full of flowers and sunshine. To say this is the happiest I've been in a long time would be quite the understatement. My new job has been awesome. Yes, of course it's still work. Yes, sometimes I get frustrated and I do see things that I would love to be improved. But it's so much better than any other place I have ever worked. It's a fairly relaxed atmosphere, with jovial joking and teasing that comes with people who trust each other. No more itchy polyester uniforms, and I haven't been banned from the lunch room (yet.) I will have health insurance again on December 1, and it's $300 less per month for my entire family than it was at my last job. My pay has doubled and unfortunately, my commute has tripled. But the good far outweighs any bad, and I practically skip into work and yell GOOD MORNING to anyone who is willing to hear me out. It IS a good morning, and I'm happy to be there! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You CAN dress professionally/nicely without wearing a cheap uniform. Who knew? Striped shirt (which my husband calls my Where's Waldo shirt) from WalMart 2015, Lane Bryant pants (super old, at least five years and maybe even ten years old) and Payless shoes. </td></tr>
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I think the icing on my cake came a few days ago when I needed to return my health insurance paperwork. The lady there is very nice (she also has an 18 year old son on the autism spectrum, so we chat frequently) and when I turned the papers in, she said to me "Thank you. Tell me first, are you happy here?" Not in my nearly 25 year history of working has anyone in HR ever asked me that question. I was stunned by it. I said, "Yes, this is the happiest I've been in a really long time. Everyone is so nice here. Thank you for asking me!" She honestly put the Human back in Human Resources...what a concept! I have unlimited overtime right now, a stipend to spend on education for myself, and I found out yesterday that I got a Christmas bonus. I heard the other girls talking about it, but I assumed I would not get one since I had been there for less than 90 days. But yesterday at our Thanksgiving luncheon, I was surprised to see a check for me as well. My new director handed it to me, welcomed me again to the team, and I got a hug too. Can you see how this is so different than my last job? I am blessed, blessed, blessed!!!<br />
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I was elected again to be secretary of my coding group for 2017. I am learning a lot, meeting so many awesome people, and I can wear jeans on Friday and leave at noon. I have to thank the Lord for leading me here. I spent 13 years at the hospital, just stagnating. I could have let my getting fired be one of those moments that ruined my life. But I used it as a learning tool and pushed forward. Every job I've had since then has been nothing but an opportunity to learn things (either things I liked or hated) and to bring me to the next step. Not one moment was wasted. I'd like to think this is the last step in my career hunt, that I've found the place that I can retire from in my 60s or 70s. <br />
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So there you have it. I'm happy, looking forward to a great Thanksgiving with my family. My daughter has a job that she likes (doesn't love, it's retail and she's an introvert so every day is a struggle for her), she's planning on going back to school in January or February depending on her car situation. My oldest son is engaged and just bought his first car. Bucket is a senior in high school (again) and only needs two more credits to graduate. No update on his social security disability, if I don't hear anything by January I may consider getting a lawyer involved. Mr. R's health is deteriorating due to being in the truck. Now that I make so much more money, we can actually afford for him to come off the road and he's looking into becoming a dispatcher in the trucking industry. <br />
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So there is my long overdue update. I'll update again in December once I get my hair done again. As you can see I did chop it all off. The exact date was October 8, and I know this because it was the day after Hurricane Matthew hit my area (very little damage here, praise God!). Oh I guess I should post those pictures.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is me in the car the second I left the salon. So if you ever wanted to know what I look like without makeup, this is it. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is me the next day. I am not thrilled about the color. This is the color I did when my hair was long. I am planning to go darker when I redo my hair on December 1.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love this picture so much (and it's just a selfie!) that it's now my facebook profile picture, and my LinkedIn profile picture too.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Learning how to pixie.</td></tr>
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I haven't decided if I'm keeping the pixie or letting it grow out. I'm looking like a fuzzy mushroom these days. It doesn't help that my stylist is on vacation for two weeks so I can't get in until December. That is one thing about pixies...for it to look decent, you better get used to sitting in that stylist chair frequently. I am loving not having a ponytail and my headaches have virtually disappeared. But the color threw me off and I may start coloring my own hair again in order to afford monthly haircuts. Decisions will be made soon.<br />
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Have a lovely, blessed day! Jesus loves you!Sarah Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02887966641411778673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436848276196191990.post-21613310728736699782016-10-09T12:39:00.003-04:002016-10-09T12:39:43.600-04:00It Is So Good...I started my new job about three weeks ago. Oh my goodness, it is like NIGHT and DAY! Much better training, clearer instructions, a supervisor who is on site to ask questions, and an actual desk. I couldn't be happier! I get my first paycheck next Friday (praise God, it's getting scarce around here) and I am loving my half day Fridays to get so many chores done that I used to do on Saturday. I have my weekends back!<br />
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We did just fine through Hurricane Matthew. I missed two days of work, but my new company paid for that time off. We had very little damage, mostly landscaping stuff and we were out of power for 36 hours. Not awful at all. My church building sustained water damage so we had services outside in the parking lot this morning. It was pretty awesome.<br />
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On Saturday, while my house still had no power I drove to the salon and did it. Goodbye, hair!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All made up for church.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The sides are longer than the back.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sans makeup, right after the salon.</td></tr>
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I feel like I lost twenty pounds and ten degrees. So much cooler, and goodbye headaches! My hair was so long and heavy and all I ever did was put it up in a bun. Right now, I can't even imagine growing it back out. The only thing I don't like is the color. These are my usual blonde highlights, but that looked cuter in long hair. Now I think I want to go dark again and since it's almost "winter" it's the perfect time to go dark. This is the photo I brought my stylist:<br />
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So there you have it! New job, new hair...I also have some new clothes but haven't been taking pictures lately. I'll try to get back in the habit. Praying that all of you have been unscathed by the hurricane and are being blessed every day!Sarah Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02887966641411778673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436848276196191990.post-86007041212157148552016-09-01T06:21:00.001-04:002016-09-01T06:21:18.685-04:00Winds of ChangeWith a grateful heart I sit at my laptop this morning, amazed at what one single day can do for my heart. I slept amazingly well, because my soul was finally at rest. My God, He is so good to me, in ways that I don't even deserve, and I praise His Heavenly Name and thank Him for all He does in my life. <br />
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I had a job interview yesterday at 9am. We are in the outskirts of Tropical Storm Hermine right now, so it was a nasty day. Missy came with me so she could use my car to run errands during my interview. I insisted on leaving early, which means that I got to my interview 45 minutes early. I followed the directions in the email, and the HR director met me promptly at 9am. My interview with her was only 10 minutes long, which surprised me. She asked me about the four jobs I have listed on my resume, and then smiled and teased me when she saw that for the goals section at the bottom of my resume I wrote, "I love coding!" Then she asked me if I would like to meet the coding manager and director. Like I'm going to say no?<br />
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We walked downstairs together, and I met these two lovely ladies. One of them already knew me from the AAPC ("You are so funny at those meetings, you crack me up!") and if one can believe this, the director had family with the same last name as mine, and it's possible that we're distantly related to each other through marriage. We chatted for an hour. They told me about the position, I told them about what I did, and about 20 minutes before the end of our session, they asked me if I had any questions. I pulled out my notebook filled with four pages of questions (they had already answered most of them, but there were a few we hadn't touched base on) and they were both smiling and giggling at me with my crazy questions. This is what I asked:<br />
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Am I allowed to use two screens? Are my coding books supplied or do I need to buy them? What are your audit measures? What are your production standards? Do you have a flexible schedule? Can I still be an officer for the AAPC because I'd have to leave early one day per month. Do you have drawers and shelves (seriously, I don't have that right now.) What is the dress code? May I wear headphones while I work? How cold is it in here? Do you have cubicles, and how big are they?<br />
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By the time I was done, the coding manager said, "I don't normally do this, but would you like to see where all the coders sit? I can see that your working environment is very important to you." Of course I said yes! So we walked down to the coding area, I waved to a few coders who of course were curious about this strange person walking around their office. I was pleased with the environment of the office, since I work in a place now where I have basically a card table, one flimsy shelf and I'm not allowed to close the door, hence allowing a ton of noise and distractions to come my way while I'm trying to read all day. It was quiet, there were no patients in the halls, and the lights were bright enough to read, but low enough so your eyes wouldn't ache at the end of the day. Finally, the interview was over at 10:15, and I walked outside to where my daughter was patiently waiting on me. We shook hands and she said, "It has been such a pleasure meeting with you today." I said, "Likewise! I hope to hear from you soon!" Then I jumped in the car and told my daughter to start driving to DeLand because I was supposed to be there in 40 minutes. I made her stop at BK just to get me a burger and so I could change into my uniform (yes, I have a uniform. Ugliest polyester nightmare I have ever worn, and I've worked at both Hardees and Publix.) After I got into my uniform, we got back into the car and my phone rang. I have bluetooth in my car so I answered the phone while my daughter drove.<br />
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"Hello, this is Sarah, how can I help you?"<br />
"Hello Sarah! This is XXXXXXXXXXXXXX from Human Resources! How was your interview with the director and manager?"<br />
"It was great! They were so nice to me and answered all of my questions. I had a wonderful time."<br />
"Good, I'm so glad to hear that. Since you had such a great time, we'd like to know if you would like to join our team. We would be delighted to have you!"<br />
At this time, both Missy and I squealed. This poor HR lady. I can imagine we sounded like stuck pigs.<br />
Me: "Yes, I would love to join your team! I'm so excited to be a part of XXXXXXXXXXXXXX."<br />
"Fantastic! I will email you a lab slip to take a drug test. This must be done a week before you start. I know you need to give your current job two weeks notice. Can you start September 19th?"<br />
"Yes, ma'am. I can start September 19th."<br />
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That is the FASTEST turn around I have ever had on a job interview. It was less than 30 minutes after I walked out of the building, and they called me with the offer. I ended up being 15 minutes late to work, but oh well. I worked the rest of the day and emailed my supervisor with my resignation letter at the end of the day. I know that as I go into work today, I will probably get a phone call about why I'm leaving. I don't know if they will be upset, or angry, or tell me not to bother with the two weeks and to get out. No idea. But I know that I have a new job that pays significantly more, in a more relaxing environment. Unfortunately, I have a commute. But you know...that's life. I will live with that.<br />
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Oh, I'm not done.<br />
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I allowed Missy to use my car yesterday evening. I got a text from her saying she cleaned my car for me. I made a joke about how that car was dirty, it needed Jesus. She texted back saying "Not only the car."<br />
My heart stopped.<br />
I texted back, "Are you trying to say something?"<br />
She immediately texted back, "I'm tired. I'm tired of fighting and I want peace."<br />
Oh my darling daughter. Oh how I've prayed for you to come back to Jesus. My eyes filled with tears. We went back and forth on salvation. I think she's ready. All those years of praying, protecting her from her own self, being "mean" to her about not allowing certain things, finally seems to have done it. I think I have my baby girl back.<br />
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Thank you, Lord, for the glorious day of August 31, 2016, where both my family and my job situation has moved in your direction. I am so grateful. <br />
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<br />Sarah Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02887966641411778673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436848276196191990.post-65681663778463419352016-08-27T16:42:00.000-04:002016-08-27T16:42:27.563-04:00TrudgingWell, I didn't get the job, but I have to believe that God is saving me for something bigger. <br />
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I did celebrate my 22nd wedding anniversary with Mr. R about two weeks ago. We went out for seafood and just enjoyed each other's company.<br />
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I have another job interview on Wednesday. I plan to do quite a bit of applying tonight once my laundry is finished. I also need to go shopping for an interview outfit that fits better (I'm down to about a size 14 or 16, most of my clothes are 18/20). Unfortunately, I'm running out of PTO time so I have to be super careful about not wasting time applying for jobs. I need to only apply to jobs that will be worth my time. Frankly, this is where I get a bit annoyed at the job interview process. With that first job interview, I would not have wasted 2.5 days of PTO time (2 separate interviews, and one time being rescheduled on the day of the interview) if I had known I was going to be low balled on the salary offer. The interview I have this upcoming week, I was told over the phone what the starting salary is, and I appreciate that kind of candor. That way I know if I should bother or not. I am really, really hoping I get this job (it's a nearly 50% raise over what I make now!) but the bad part is, it's driving back to the Orlando area which is so frustrating. I think I'll be able to do the train (Sunrail) again which does help as far as being on time and not being stuck in horrifying traffic. <br />
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I've applied to two remote coding positions, one for "outpatient" and one for emergency. I really like the idea of emergency room coding, as some charts can be pretty exciting and interesting. I also really miss working from home. When I first started working in an office again, I was so excited to meet new people and have those work relationships you see on TV. Turns out that is FALSE and I don't really care to be in an office any longer. I'll stay home with my laptop, my music, my comfy clothes, my coffee, and my dogs! Besides, coding really requires the ability to tune out the world and concentrate, read, contemplate and think. You have no idea how hard it is to do that in an office where everyone is constantly interrupting. And while I don't miss my job at the hospital, I do miss that time I had working from home and getting so much work done. I also liked getting my house chores done, being around for work people, when my kids get home from school, and not driving in crappy weather!<br />
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Well, it's time for me to get back to it. Now that I spend 50 hours a week outside my home (at minimum!) I now seem to spend my Saturdays getting this house under control, doing laundry, cooking, and resting with my dog. <br />
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Have a blessed day, everyone! I'll get my groove back, don't you worry. This past year has been a learning opportunity. I can say that with certainty.Sarah Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02887966641411778673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436848276196191990.post-13567043664635652022016-07-24T20:11:00.000-04:002016-07-24T20:11:58.496-04:00Um. Hi There.I have not blogged since March. It's July! I have thought about this blog on almost a daily basis, and then thought, "But I have nothing to share." I have been so sad, so despondent, so self absorbed that I couldn't bear to log on and speak about my life.<br />
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In the time I've been away, Tiger turned 19. He graduated from high school, got a job as a cashier at a convenience store, and is considering joining Florida Wildlife Commission, which is like a police officer but dealing with wildlife issues. I think he'd be very good at it. He's been with his girlfriend for almost three years and they're planning a future together. I give it five years and I'll be a grandmother.<br />
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Bucket turned 18 in early July. Yes, all of my children are now adults. We are in the process of applying for social security disability for him. He didn't graduate with his class and so he's going back for at least a half year. He has 3.5 credits before he can graduate. <br />
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Missy will be 21 in a week. She's working part time and dropped out of college for now. I'm praying she goes back. <br />
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I'll be at my job for a year this upcoming Wednesday. It is not my happy place. I have routinely starting calling my office "the lion's den" and I dread pulling into the parking lot. I've had to increase my blood pressure medication and I eat my lunch in my car to avoid talking to anyone so no more complaints will be lodged against me. It's so hard being in a place for 9 hours a day when you're so unhappy. <br />
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That being said, I did take some pictures over the course of a few months.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This entire shirt says "Do All Things With Love" and it's a size 14/16 from Lane Bryant and I bought it at least a year ago, maybe even two. The blush color is so close to my skin color that I feel naked wearing it and don't particularly like it. But I like the message.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My husband and I hadn't seen each other so he asked me to send a picture. I know he likes hair so I tried to fan it out around me. Frankly, I just looked tired and ready for a nap and there's my big ol tattoo that I got when I was 18. But my brows look excellent here.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">4th of July at Wes Crile Park in Deltona FL to see the fireworks with my birthday boy on July 4th.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I just took this last week. I don't know if you can tell how gray I am going. I am so stressed out that I have noticed that my hair grays much faster than it used to. It must be bad when my husband even begged me to go get my hair done. "I know it's bothering you" he said, and while he is correct, my depression is so firmly entrenched that I have not given a rats patootie about my hair lately. </td></tr>
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Somehow, I managed to come out of my funk a bit, and I applied to a company which called me two hours after I emailed them. I have an interview Friday, and I took the entire day off just so I can relax, maybe get a pedicure and my goodness do I need a three day weekend. I don't know if this is the right step, but I do know that I'm not getting anywhere, where I'm at right now. So it's worth a shot, right?<br />
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<br />Sarah Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02887966641411778673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436848276196191990.post-69102697889450012702016-03-31T20:27:00.001-04:002016-03-31T20:27:40.388-04:00PuppiesTequila got pregnant by the studly Chihuahua "Diesel" on our street, and she had six lovely puppies on the stormy night of March 26th. It's fun to come home from work to see them.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So we're helping out by bottle feeding the two smallest ones.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I call this one Piglet.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At age 18, my son is finally driving. This is me trying to reach the pedals after he gets out.<br /><br /></td></tr>
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The work situation has not changed. I eat lunch in my car every day (and I keep spilling food in it. It has to be detailed soon before the food starts to smell.) I avoid everyone. I have been required to take a class in workplace confrontation which honestly makes me mad because I have no idea who filed the complaints against me. I am learning quite a bit from it, but it sort of feels like punishment. I'm trying not to take it as such, and I was very nice to the HR lady when she told me I had to take it due to the amount of complaints received. But I still find it upsetting. I'm about half way through it now. I am applying to other positions without much luck, but I figure God is keeping me here to teach me something, so I'm trying to be open to this experience.<br />
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I ordered materials to earn my next certification. I decided to get my CHONC, which is a specialized certification in hematology and oncology. My first job after the hospital ended was an oncology office, and I found it fascinating while I was there. I'm paying for it on my own, so even though it has nothing to do with the job I have now, I figured it would be interesting enough to keep me occupied.<br />
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Parenting is weird now that the kids are so much older. Missy is doing so much better after her suicide attempt in January. She's got a new job, is back in college, and she's also studying to become a medical coder. We sit together while I'm doing my CEUs and hopefully this will give her an edge as she moves into this profession. Tiger is finally about to finish high school, and has a job interview tomorrow. Poor kid has been looking for a job for over a year. I can't believe how cut throat places like grocery stores and fast food are now; they want experience, and I remember when that was how all kids started. He's going to be 19 in April, he's so ready to work and start his adult life. Unfortunately, Bucket is not going to graduate on time with his class. He's short by 3 credits, all math. I don't know what we're going to do, either put him back in school for one more year or let him get his GED. He's not capable of going to college and not sure of which places will hire someone with a disability. He'll be 18 in July, and I will be officially "done" as I have raised three children into adulthood. <br />
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So, what's next for me? Getting Missy, Tiger and their friend Des to move out. Help Bucket move into adulthood, with as little help from me as possible, but as much help as he needs to be a success. Hopefully find a work at home coding position with great benefits and pay. Pay off some debt, start putting money away for retirement, do some home repairs that have been bugging me (we haven't had a kitchen floor in almost two years, just bare concrete.) Putting my health as a major priority, working out and managing my diabetes better. I would love to go on a cruise with my husband, Mostly, I want to grow closer in my relationship with Jesus, learn more about Him, and become more comfortable sharing my faith.<br />
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I should have this pictures this weekend, a friend of mine is turning 40 on Saturday so I expect some shenanigans to happen. No drinking for me of course, but I'm happy to take pictures of the silliness. :)<br />
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