No Ragrets

Is everyone ready for the “New Year, New Me” posts, Facebook statuses and tweets? Good. Because there is nothing we can do about it so we should just embrace it.

I, for one, never follow through on New Years Resolutions. The past couple of years I’ve had every intention to start the New Year as a better person with goals and shit but that typically lasts a couple hours and next thing I know I wake up January 1st wearing nothing but Mardi Gras beads with a slice of pepperoni pizza in my mouth. So it’s safe to say that most new years don’t start out with the most stellar version of myself I’m just going to try to eliminate all possibilities of disappointment right off the bat.

Therefore, I am just going to follow my role model Scotty P’s advice as I enter into 2016 and I encourage you all to do the same.

Baby steps people, baby steps.

But, I am going to leave you with a list of attainable tasks (call them resolutions if you must) I plan to conquer in the New Year.
– Binge watch more Netflix shows (Dexter is currently on deck)
– Find a new type of wine to drink (I’m looking at you Malbec)
– Figure out what “on fleek” means
– Upload my wedding photos to Facebook
– Throw out some stuff (eg. clothes, make up, pantry food from 2010)
– Find out why those ugly, expensive Hunter rain boots are so popular
– Gain enough courage to record a Snapchat video with my voice narrating it
– Learn how to not overcook chicken
– Take down Christmas decorations
– Come to peace with the fact that Scheana from Vanderpump Rules wore a crop top 2 piece wedding gown

Sincerely & Sarcastically,

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And here we are..

And here we are.

Another Christmas has come and gone. And a new year is just days away.

I’m sure you’ve heard this at least 20 times today but – I cannot believe how quickly this year has passed. I think I feel this way since I spent the majority of the year stressing and planning for our wedding. But it could just be that I’m older too and the Christmas magic doesn’t affect me as much as it did when I was younger.

I spent Christmas eating too much, drinking more than I thought possible and laughing harder than ever. Not a bad way to celebrate if you ask me.

Merry Christmas 2015; elf, santa, sincerely;sarcastically

Speaking of not being affected by Christmas magic… I lied. I love Christmas. And the fact that Mitch didn’t blink an eye when I asked him if we could dress up for Christmas.

Sincerely & Sarcastically,

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The Bedroom Situation….

If you follow me on Twitter or Instagram or are friends with me on Facebook you may have noticed a trend regarding my posts.

I tend to post the same thing over and over again.

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My shadow. Someone wanted her make up done too.

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My favorite cuddle bug.

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#iwannaholdyourhand #bordercollie

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Moving on.

When we first brought Bailey home we did what any good parents would do – spoiled the shit out of her and fed her lobster.

Well, not really. We waited until last year to feed her lobster. But that’s besides the point.

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Happy Valentine's Day 😍

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This dog is the definition of spoiled and it’s our fault. She goes to work everyday with Paco, I take her for long walks when I get home, she licks our plates clean after dinner, we buy her a new toy or treat anytime we go shopping, every time we go outside to sit on the patio she follows us and if we shut the door in front of her she barks her face off  saying “HEY!!!! WHAT ABOUT ME?!!!” …. you get the drift. We are all constantly together. Which I love. Or should say loved until it started to disrupt my sleep. Because yes – we let her sleep in bed with us.

I guess I should give some background information on her. She was not an easy puppy to train, at first. We tried to crate train her and it was a mess – literally. After many sleepless nights of constant crying and cleaning up the mess in her crate at 3am we decided to put her bed at the foot of our bed and if she got up in the night we’d hear her if she needed to go out. This worked wonderfully so we decided to eliminate the crate completely even if we left her alone in the house. We figured that since she was comfortable and calm in our bedroom that when we left the house she’d just go to our room and sleep instead of tearing up the house or making a mess. This also worked wonderfully. I wasn’t too keen on the idea of our bedroom being her “den” but it was much better than scrubbing carpets and hosing down the crate.

But of course, slowly but surely she started to jump on our bed at night and cuddle up in between us while we slept. It was adorable so we let it happen. But now… it’s not so adorable because I am losing sleep over it.

I have always been a restless sleeper. I wake up numerous times throughout the night and always have a hard time falling back asleep. When Bailey started sleeping in bed she disrupted my sleep more than I thought possible. She kicks and pushes her legs into mine forcing me to curl up into a ball to allow more room for her. It got to a point where I started to push her down and move her over to Paco’s side but she always wandered back to my side.

About a month ago I reached my breaking point. I couldn’t take it anymore and told Paco that we need to keep her off the bed at all costs while we’re sleeping. He agreed and has been really helpful with moving her to her own bed when she tries to jump up on the bed. She’s a smart dog and has already started to sleep in different areas of the house.

But y’all…. I feel guilty. Like badddddd.

I let her sleep in bed for 2 years with us and now all of sudden I’m ruining her routine and making her sleep on the floor. Tell me I’m crazy for feeling bad?

Sincerely & Sarcastically,

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If I wasn’t afraid that you’d judge me I’d tell you..

If I wasn’t afraid that you’d judge me I’d tell you…..

I like to be alone. Sometimes I need a day to myself to just sit at home and do absolutely nothing. Those days are my favorites.

I don’t pick up dropped food off the floor anymore now that I have a dog. I just call for Bailey to clean up my mess.

That I starting binge watching TV series on Netflix last November and I haven’t stopped since. Meaning that I’ve successfully gone through 5.. maybe 6 whole TV series with at least 6 seasons per show. It all started with The Following and I’m currently addicted to Friday Night Lights. I’d ask for other suggestions…. but I don’t think that’ll help my situation.

I’m extremely lazy. This has been something I’ve been combating for years and I don’t see it changing anytime soon. In high school and college I called it procrastination but it was just pure laziness.

I have major FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out.) Which is ironic with the laziness quality mentioned before. I agree to do things because I don’t want to feel left out but then when the thing comes around – I instantly regret agreeing to it. This also pertains to shopping and buying things.

That I use the C word. Yup. That word AND other unmentionable words. It’s my belief that words are just words and people need to stop being so sensitive. I called my car the “C” word today because my coat got caught in the door. See? It’s just a word. Peoples over-the-top reactions to certain words or beliefs is what gives those words and beliefs a bad meaning.

I love the idea of doing stand up comedy. I would certainly choke and run off stage but anytime I listen to a comedian or see one on TV I think it would be so fun to do an open mic night.

Speaking of comedy and inappropriate words – I loved the Broadway show The Book of Mormon. Paco and I saw it a few weekends ago and I thought it was amazing. When I told others how much I enjoyed it I was shocked to hear how much they hated it and were completely offended by the content. To which I wanted to respond with “Get over yourself, C word.” Yes, it was super controversial but I thought it had a good message. Anyway, that topic deserves a post of its own which I’ll work on soon.

I haven’t updated my About Me page yet because I have no idea how to introduce myself.

That I was kind of sad with how easy it was to change my last name after marriage. I assumed it would be a long involved process but it only took about 10 minutes at the SS office. Changing my name felt like changing my identity in a way. Did any one else feel like that?

That I have others to add to this list but I’ll save those so I can have a Part II.

Sincerely & Sarcastically,

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Why Did You Start A Blog?

What was the reason you started a blog?

I think a lot of blogs start for one of the following reasons:

1) having a baby and being a new mom
2) working a shitty job
3) being completely bored with life
4) seeking a creative outlet

Which one are you?

I started mine years ago for reasons #2, #3 and #4 with a strong emphasis on #2. And yes I chose #2 to reflect shitty jobs on purpose. (Get it….?) Anyway..

I first started exploring the world of blogs back in 2009. I just graduated college, completed an internship and was ready to hit the ground running with an exciting adult career. Instead, I found myself in a job that was nothing like I had ever experienced before. And not in a good way. It was a giant wake up call for little ol’ Nancy because that is where I got my first taste of being taken advantage of and I quickly learned that if you don’t stand up for yourself people will walk all over you.

While I was working there (or as I can now jokingly call it the The Dark Days without rocking back and forth sucking my thumb while crying) I stumbled upon a web page. At first it appeared to be an online journal of sorts chronicling the daily adventures of an Elementary School teacher. I was instantly intrigued. It was VodkaMom.

I browsed through the web page, found other sites and realized that there was a whole community of these online journals called blogs. Mostly from new Moms (see reason #1 above) but also from students, young adults, fashion models, music enthusiasts, etc (see #3 and #4 above.)

And just like that, I created my own account, and then… nothing.

The thing about having a shitty job is that sometimes it breaks you down so badly that you just want to go home and drown yourself in a glass of Pinot instead of pursuing hobbies or trying to better your shitty situation. Or at least that is what happened to me. I felt like I needed a creative outlet but I didn’t have the energy to do it. So instead I wrote sporadically but mostly just drafts and never actually published anything.

I managed to survive at that job for two years before I finally got the courage to find another one. I was confident that I would be happier with this transition therefore didn’t really feel like blogging.

At first.

But I actually did the majority of my blogging the second year into that new job. It was okay at first, much better than the one I came from but I still wasn’t happy. I realized there was no room for growth in that position and I started to become overwhelmingly stressed with the work. To put it lightly, I was miserable. Therefore – I blogged. Not well or consistently but I blogged.

Rewind to this past year. I realized that I needed a serious change. I started to step up my job search game and found one I was really interested in. I applied for it in January. Didn’t get a response until February and didn’t interview until May. I started this new job June 1st and for the first time since 2009 I felt like blogging for a completely different reason. Not because I was bored, or mad, or sad. But because I was overwhelmingly excited about the changes happening in my life.

So what does that mean for upcoming posts? Will I lose my snarky, sarcastic, negative Nancy ways?

Not a chance.

But I am interested to see what #4 Nancy has up her sleeve without #2 and #3 riding on her coattails.

blog, game of thrones, meme

(And no… reason #1 isn’t happening yet. At least not until after the Honeymoon…)

Sincerely & always Sarcastically,

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