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Week 17: Bucket Full of Memories

The week was amazing and not what I expected.  A difficult week of memories turned into a week of new memories. 

Sunday was a bucket list first.  Center field with the Giants and Raiders after a 850am shot and tailgating with some new friends. The day was first class from start to finish.

11/12/13 was a touching loving caring amazing day. The moment when words don’t really need to be said and/or you can read between the lines is PRICELESS.

Remembering the good times I had with Todd was good for my heart. I felt like he talked to me just when I needed him too. In fact, this week he was with me from start to finish. Everything happens for a reason and his friendship got me ready for something so amazing words can’t express it.

Thursday I celebrated two peoples birthday. My little man and my little sis. I went from cupcakes and toys to shots and sis hugs. It was a great kick off to my long weekend as a sales manager. Yes, this woman can be mother, friend,  sister, aunt, professional and Lexy all in the same day.

I rounded my weekend out without to many tears. Remembering a difficult time in my life with love in my heart. Chopping away at my Bucket list by going to the movie theater alone. Seeing an amazing movie that was everything I needed and some things I didn’t know I needed. It’s amazing the signs you are sent when you are already there.

My horizon has never been this focused ever. I see where I am going,  where I need to be and where I want to go. All things worth having are worth waiting for.

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Week: 14 Shut up and Dance

Lyric of the Week: “Voy a reir, voy a bailar! Vivir mi vida, lalalala. Voy a reir, voy a gozar! Vivir mi vida lalalala” Vivir Mi Vida- Marc Anthony

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Monday through Thursday: Spent this week in Charlotte on a leadership conference. (28 hours of class and saw NONE of Charlotte) But I can’t neglect my work horizon. Came back with 4 (count ’em FOUR) new ideas I want to implement. Felt I said some great things to my boss and am ready to take myself to the next level. Hopefully, that level comes with more pay too. I think I should have been a pilot. So at home up here in the clouds.

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Friday: Honored and completely jazzed to witness my town’s first LEGAL same sex wedding. Damn right I support it. ❤

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Saturday: Went shopping and got this awesome necklace as a gift. So me. Then went dancing. Me and salsa got reaquainted. I missed her. Everything below my waist hurts but, oh do I love it. Got to dance (with a partner AND correctly!) to some of my favorite songs! Life complete.

The horizons looks mighty bright when you just focus on what’s good right now and how to make the future better. ❤

Week 6: Dropping the Hammer, Tipping the Scale

Lyric of the Week: “Don’t stay if you don’t wanna stay. Baby, I’ll be OK. Believe me when I say, I’mma be alright. It’s so hard what I gots to do. I got to make you leave, for both me and you.” Don’t Stay, Laura Izibor

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Monday: This is my office. Some call it a closet. Others think of it as storage. Others feel my desk is theirs. But, no matter what you call it, this is the before shot. This week, it gets clean, new furniture and a whole new attitude. Watch me.

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Tuesday: To quote Chapelle, this is when keeping it real goes wrong. EMOTIONAL ABUSE. How many things on this list have I experienced (at his hands??) ? I would add to it “withholding love”. That shit should be right at the top. But as with all problems, the first step is admitting you have one. Here is me: My name is Tricia and I have been in an abusive relationship for 6 years. As my esteemed co-worker/co-blogger pointed out, “Why are you talking, Abuser?” LOL But the man spoke truth, ” . . .after a while, isn’t it her fault for staying?” Well no, it’s never the abused’s fault, but she does have to decide when enough is enough. Yeah, my plate’s about full, Abuser.

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Wednesday:  Thanks to my brother in law, I have found a way to sleep smarter thanks to this squeaky blow-up hammer. The bitches are DEATHLY afraid if it. When it is on the bed, they want NO PARTS of jumping up on it, Voila! I can sleep soundly without pit bull in my back. Thanks, D!

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Thursday: My laughs of the week. Only Chrissy would label a labeler. Ok, ok, maybe I would too. But, that is why it was so funny. (And so was the extra, secret, hidden label on the bottom. ) The top shot here is of a DVD player that was dropped in my closet– oops, I meant office– and labeled “BROKE”. I nearly cried. The teacher in me walked by it about 15 times before I had to add the “n” on the end. How funny is it that I put up with the mess in there, but a grammatically incorrect post-it made my skin crawl until I fixed it? The Nerd at her best. 🙂

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Saturday NIGHT: Spent Pinteresting. Wedding shit. Again. I can’t seem to scratch that event planning itch. It made me want to re-focus my leisure time. And it made me cry, too. damn period hormones. Here seems the appropriate place to discuss my weight gain, courtesy of Aunt Flo. Was it the water retention or the insatiable appetite? I can’t call it. But I backslid 5 pounds in a week! 3 days to be precise. I suck and so does being a woman. Periods are nothing to sneeze at at 35, apparently. I will get back on track this week. I will get back on track this week. I will get back on track this week.

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Pin of the Week: I could have written this myself. Question pictured here, still not answered.

The horizon, you say? Well, at this here moment, I vaguely remember where it is. I know the general direction of the horizon. It’s somewhere over that way. But, I am not looking at it. I have turned my back from it, walked away 10 paces, dug a hole and jumped in. What freaking horizon?? Please, someone help me find it. Hoping my plans for belly dancing classes with the Wifey will help me locate it again. So will the all celery and liquid diet. Perhaps, so will the sexy Papi from AC. We shall see. Bring on week 7. Shit could be worse. I shall count that blessing– along with me and my loved ones making it another week. That is nothing to sneeze at either. Period.

Week 5: Pink Toes and Fried Oreos

Lyric of The Week: ” You. You don’t know how lucky you are. Hanging with that girl on your arm. But soon enough, I’m taking my shot. BANG.” Sweeter, Gavin DeGraw

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Workdays: Perhaps because camp is over. Maybe because I’m in between responsibilities. Who knows? Whatever it is, I have needed the coffee to get me through. I took off Friday. Glad I did, I may have poked my own eyes out for the sheer excitement of blood and EMTs. Work is tedious. Every day this week I skipped out to go do something else mid-day (shhhh, don’t tell the boss). Goal for this week: make it not quite suck so bad- get my work mojo back.

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Playday 1: YouTube and me re-aquainted ourselves. I was reminded that I love trying to learn to cook. I watched just about every single Super Bowl food video that YouTube and Food Network had to offer. I planned my menu whilst watching the preseason games. Cheesesteak egg rolls, Pizza bites, Buffalo Chicken Sliders and many more exciting twists on gameday faves. . . . don’t you wanna come over? “Eat Pray Love” (and a moment of silence) came back to visit me this week. Needed that.

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Playday 2 & 3:  I had a ball at Hurricane Harbor and Point Pleasant. I squeezed all my summer into one weekend. I went on a 75 foot body slide, waded out up to my neck in the ocean and floated on the waves. All kinds of daring things. Blah, blah, blah. But the real story here is that I WORE A BIKINI! ME! Only took 35 years. YAAAAAY, ME!

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This week’s lesson. Learning it.

Week 5. Better than some in some ways, not as good as others in other ways. But, my eyes were on the horizon. Two things that fell off the horizon though, were my eating and spending. Spent too much, ate too much. 2 words of danger: fried Oreos. But, refocusing in week 6. 6 pounds for week 6. I see the symbolism here, don’t you?

Week 2: Curls to Creme Brulee

Lyric Of The Week: “Should our fire turn to dark, take my heart with you.” – My Heart with You, The Rescues

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Sunday: Deep conditioning. Seriously deep conditioning. I want my hair to grow. Seriously. I spent more money than I should have on new hydrating products. Let’s check in on this in a month and see how it goes.

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Tuesday: This was one of those “boy, do I doubt myself” projects. Gumdrop molecule models for little kids. Will they get it? Will they like it? The roar of fun accompanied by the golden spark of inquiry (“Wait! Is that why salt is square??”) spoken by group 5 lets me know I should doubt myself less. Just go with it.

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Thursday: This was a hard week. Every time you think you have cried the last time about something, it hits you again. And it hurts all over again. I gave up on this day. I think I used to actually believe that things would work out. That no matter how bad it got, it was supposed to be SOMETHING. On this day I realized it isn’t. Now, I know better. And I spent the afternoon crying, watching Grey’s and found my way to this quote, again. While watching, I heard the song that sparked the lyric of the week. I should say, I heard it AGAIN. And all that pointed me to the feeling I needed to feel: I can do better, now that I know better.

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Saturday: Dinner with the girls. Went to a new place, ate great food and then had exactly 4 bites (plus one off my “date’s” spoon by mistake) of this FABULOUS creme brulee. Reminding me that sometimes I gotta just say calories-shmalories and eat that sucker. (Though the empty tub of chocolate icing reveals that I kinda said that shit all week . . .)

This week was brutal on my heart, catastrophic for my diet and I’m glad it’s over. But– I’ll take my lessons and keep watching the horizon.