I Have a Rumbly in my Tumbly

I have a rumbly in my tumbly sounds like a line from a Winnie the Pooh book but it has also played a roll in the last week of my life.



Let me explain.

I have been blessed my entire life with having my needs and most of my wants satisfied. I have a two parent household who has always been a great support system for me yet as the oldest child I have always felt the need to be self sufficient.

I am realizing now that my self proclaimed independence has put me into the position I am in financially.

I had the flu pretty severely at the beginning of the month of October which later gathered momentum when I discovered I had pink eye that developed from my germ infested sister who gave me both the flu and pink eye all in three weeks time.



I have two jobs that involve being around children and the general public, all of which did not allow me to look like a red eyed crack head nor a snot nosed sicko on the clock. Both pink eye and the flu caused me to miss work which has set me back greatly in the land of money.

My pay check Friday was embarrassingly minimal. Last week I barely ate and when I did it was a can of tuna for breakfast, corn for dinner, and maybe plain pasta for lunch. I scraped by with my pride intact as my friends around me saw my spirit dwindle.




I have lately felt ugly due to having pink eye and not really leaving the house because of the flu an lack of money.

I separated myself from all my friends because I felt I did not have the means physically or financially to do the things they could.

I have learned that a depressed version of myself is a miserable individual no one wants to hang out with.



I am trying to get my barrings back but am going to have to rough it for a few more weeks.

The good news is I made rent for next month, barely but everything else in my life is at the bare minimum and I wish I was not the independent older sibling who does not feel right about calling home and asking for money.

My little sister on the other hand who has never worked, can phone home anytime to get whatever hand out she can take.

I realize now I should have sandbagged the need for independence and acted like a average college student in need.



I now have a starving piggy bank and a hunger in my stomach, an empty bank account, a bare fridge, and canned goods that are down to Spam and weenies in a can.

Pink Used To Be My Favorite Color

I love the color pink.

I love pink toe nail polish, pink scarves, pink colored chocolate, pink flowers, pink Converse tennis shoes.

I could go on and on about the things I love in pink and how I could not imagine my world without the color pink in it.

I type in pink fonts while answering my e-mail, I highlight my homework in only pink highlighters, and I accessorize outfits around how I can incorporate the color pink into my ensemble.

I have a passion for pink as you can get from the previous mentions of the color pink in this blog but there is one thing I hate in the color pink.

I hate pink eye.

After living on this earth for twenty one beautiful years while enjoying my good looks that God blessed me with, in came this overbearing viral infection that has left me down in the dumps for two weeks now.

I have never been the sick child nor experienced pink eye or "conjunctivitis" before so when I began seeing the icky warning signs of pink eye I continued to use eye products that made the infection worsen to the point that I looked like Satan's mistress.

With blood shot eyes I began rocking the Stevie Wonder look, wearing shades every where until I began realizing how ridiculous I looked with sunglasses on in Publix at nine in the evening.

My little sister gave the infection to me, which reminds me I need to give her a good kick in the face next time I see her.

After missing work for a week because of how bad my eyes looked, I left my self inflicted quarantine and went to see an optometrist who quote called my pink eye "very impressive."

Can you imagine how embarassing it was for me to hear that my doctor gave the most "impressive" pink eye award for the year to not a snot nosed eight year old but to a college student.

I had to return to the doctor not once but twice because I still looked cracked out and gross and the eye drops prescribed to me were not working at all.

I am proud to say I have beat the pink eyed monster and have disinfected my entire life it feels like so I never have to exeperience this wretched period of my life again.

I love the color pink in the purest form but pink eye can stay the hell away from me.

Up, Up And Away

I can recall only a handful of newsworthy stories that are bizarre enough to stay in my mind for a while.

The Colorado family, The Hennes "Balloon Boy" story that broke late last week has got to take the cake for bizarre stories that grabbed my attention.

In the families moments of desperation, the father advised his youngest son, Falcon Heene, to "hide" as the families flyaway air balloon floated across the sky and into the televisions of Americans across the nation.

One thing mankind can surely agree on is the compassion they have for children and when a child is deemed to be in a dangerous situation, one cannot help but feel sorry for the child and its family hoping for a positive outcome.

I am a huge sucker and this "fake" runaway balloon boy is a reminder of how my compassion gets the best of me.

After calling out local and state law enforcement to chase down the balloon in fear of the young boys life, it is reported that the boy has been safe in his home the whole time.

The family knowingly deceived the nation and law enforcement.

I believe karma will be a bitch to the parents of the Henne children.

Using children as a hoax in a scheme to win national attention for some desperate fantasy that needs fulfilling is truly disgusting.

The parents should be reprimanded for what they have done and are in my opinion, absolutely insane for taking advantage of their child and the media like this.

Denim Diva

A woman's best dream is finding a pair of jeans that release her inner
diva, that shine her glam card like bright lights on a billboard.

A woman's worst nightmare is having a muffin top that feels as if it
is magnified by a microscope for all the general public to see.

Sadly the latter is a bigger reality then the dream of fitting a pair
of jeans that make a girl feel incredible.

I was hapy to learn that our jeans are not the same across the board.

The same style, wash, texture, and fabric is always a huge turn off for
me.

I tell ladies that come in through the doors of GAP at Boca Raton this
every chance I get, "choose a jean for you".

The choosing factor is a huge perk of GAP because woman's jeans come
in six different styles and I swear by this statistic that 70% of women
that spend time finding a jean that is perfect, leave satisfied.

I used to get defeated all the time by jeans not fitting the right way.

Sure, you may have to go up a size for some muffin top reduction but our
jeans come in long, ankle, and regular lengths, giving a girl some options
with the length.

My favorite is the Long & Lean jean that we got in this summer.

Every time I get off a shift at work, I feel empowered. For I am a Denim
Diva.

I can honestly answer the pro's and con's of each jean and know how they
fit on different body types and its successful when I am honest with a
customer.

They leave happy, bag in hand, and a little confidence just because I spent
the time to help them fit into a jean that does not look like torture or too
tight but fits like a glove and compliments their figure.

Who knew retail would work out so well for me? Not I anyways, but so far
it is working out well.

Shake Your Money Maker

I have been working since the day I turned fifteen.

I worked at a pizza place owned by a Turkish family that paid me under the
table and will be most memorable to me as the most illegal experience of my
life.

Nothing like a group of shady foreigner's to make me feel the need to make
a career move.

On to my second job where I coached children for my parents swim team. I
really loved helping kids learn their strokes and to watch them compete
in swim meets. This held me over until I moved to Boca Raton.

Here, in Boca Raton, I made a decision to work hard and in my field of study.
Jobs in communications are all over the spectrum. I really found this to be
niche and so here I stayed.

I have worked for Florida Department of Transportation as their Public
Information Officer. Handling media and writing press releases were apparently
my calling. I long for the day I have a degree and can return back to something similar to the FDOT.

I worked for Florida Atlantic University as a telecounselor in the
Undergraduate Admissions office. I made phone calls to perspective students
and alumnae about upcoming events to attract all walks of life to the school.

I interned also for the Media Relations department of Florida Atlantic
University where I learned even more about what the world of Public
Relations and Communications have to offer.

I needed to write this down to remind myself that my major still holds my interest.

Senior year has made my feelings toward my communication studies waver, just slightly.

I know all my hard work will pay off but it really feels defeating at times.

I am counting down the days til graduation hoping I can hold my head above water until then.

Another One Bites the Dust

Cough, sneeze, itchy eyes, fatigue. The days were adding up where I would hear another friend had the flu or showed signs of getting sick.

Knowing my immune system is not invincible, it was bound to happen to me but I did keep my fingers crossed.

I suffered through the weekend with congestion and sinus headaches as my immune system began to tumble down.

Work on top of stress from school are culprits in assisting the flu to find its way to me.

Monday morning I woke up and felt that a semi truck had run over me in my sleep.

The weight of the world felt as if I had been bench pressing unconciously.

Thankfully it was my day off so I wasted the day of being productive and slept through what felt to be just a few hours and ended up being sixteen hours.

Waking up did not make things worse but it certainly did not make it any better.

I had to miss work after seeing the doctor today. It turns out I have the flu. My chills, fever, and exhaustion were all strong indicators of the flu.

I was happy for another day of rest but I am regretting not working my shift knowing my bills will not pay themselves.

I feel so weak and defeated at the same time.

Hopefully my fever will break so I can get some sleep and start a new day tomorrow with work and school in my future.

Being sick was fun when I was younger because my mother would baby me, but living alone and being sick has no perks of being spoiled.

Ca-ching, Ca-ching

It is no secret that since my time at GAP, I have loathed being behind the cash register.

The pressure of being responsible for customer's returns, exchanges, and complicated coupons is way over my head.

I feel that there are one million eyes on me as I try ringing up items quickly.

No one wants to be the slow check out girl that you end up hating because they know nothing about what they are doing. I truly have a fear of being the register girl bimbo.



The blessing I find in my job weekly is that I am good at something I doubted myself in such as the cash register.

This weekend I was put on the register for my whole shift and even at the busiest of times in the store, I survived.

I did not annoy anyone because I asked too many questions.

Every one was happy to assist but even with their help I managed to survive behind the register with out feeling like I was drowning.

Having the register as one less fear in my life is truly a relief.

I could not do it alone but I have faith that down the road I will be the girl new hires ask for help when they are ringing up customers items.

As nerdy as that sounds, I am so thrilled to be able to have confidence with being responsible for money.