Hey guys, gals, and non-binary pals! I know it's not even close to Thanksgiving yet, but I just had to share something that I'm grateful for. You see, for the past few months PJ and I have been steadily planning to move. He had to request to be transferred to the new state, and once it went through, they basically wanted him to move there ASAP! It was crazy for us, since we were in the process of renovating this old metal house into somewhat of a dream home (though my mother-in-law has made 95% of the design and material choices). And then, all of a sudden, PJ had to move there while we had to figure out what to do with our precious kitties and our things before the house was move-in ready. So we made a decision: I would stay at our current place for another week or so while PJ moves to the new state and tries his damnedest to finish renovating at least our bedroom so that we'd have a place to move into and bring our kitties that would be isolated from all the dust and

Happy Savings Sunday! So, PJ and I have been pretty tight on our finances for basically forever. This meant that he and I had to look for different ways to make/save money. This is one of those things. Gigwalk is one app found on the Google Play and Apple store that actually helps you make money on the side. This is not an app to make money to live off (especially since some gigs are Mystery Shops that require you to buy stuff, which they don't reimburse you for). But it's great for some extra cash (which PJ and I are always in need of 😭). How it works First, download the app. Then sign up for it. You don't have to really put in much personal info, but you will need to connect your Paypal account so you can get paid. When a gig pops up in your area, it will pop up in the "Gigs" section. It will automatically pop up with the available gigs when you open the app, so you don't have to worry about trying to find the available gigs. It'll al

Hey all, I've decided to do some writing! "Isn't this technically writing?" Why, yes, yes it is. But I'm talking about a different kind of writing. You see, when I was in middle and high school, I didn't have many friends and a lot of dramatic stuff was going on at the same time. So instead of having friends to vent to or talk about it all, I turned to writing. I thought I was pretty good at it, but was crushed with teachers with whom I'd shared my stories to told me that my writing was highly unrealistic and uninspiring. Pictured: My young dreamer self after being told I'm not good at writing. So, I stopped writing after that, not really wanting to after being told, even after I'd practiced and thought I'd gotten better, that I sucked at writing. But NO MORE! I've come up with some ideas and thought up new ideas for past stories that I'd like to write out and get down on paper - er, screen? - and hopefully turn some in

Today is my birthday. That in and of itself isn't that special, except that it's a milestone birthday (21st) and so far this year, my personal life hasn't been burned in flames yet. My husband surprised me by speaking another language to me (a language I grew up around), cooking me good food (if not a little charred), and making me a homemade double chocolate cake (which I  will  devour after I get home from class tonight). My mother sent me sweet texts saying that "on this day you were born at 12:57pm and weighed 7lbs" and ending with "you are the greatest gift to me". I had to swallow some negative thoughts about that, since she'd disowned me not even a year ago (she's since changed her mind about that). And my sister attempted to make amends by calling me "monkey" (a pet name that I still don't know why she picked for me) and saying a "happy birthday" that I'm sure is more out of "sisterly obligations&qu

Hey guys! Have you ever had a job that kinda sucked and after leaving it, you promised yourself you'd never work that kind of job again? Well, that's retail for me.

Yes, a funeral playlist. Hey guys, gals, and nonbinary pals.  Today's gonna get a little depressing. Because today this post is about death. No, I'm not going to die soon (I think). And neither is PJ. But the other night (aka a month ago), PJ and I got back from dinner talking to his grandmother (who is in her 70s) and we'd discussed funerals and death a bit. Nothing too depressing, just some jokes like, "We'll play some Tupac at your funeral when you die in, like, 20 years" and her scowling because she doesn't like rap. That kind of light-hearted stuff. But we ended up talking about songs to play at her funeral, and it got me thinking about what songs I'd like played at my eventual funeral. Y'know, like what kind of songs represent me? What songs would I want to buried and mourned to? That sort of thing (light-hearted, right? 😜). SO, I made a sweet playlist (which you can check out down below).    Yeah, sweet, right? Let me go throu