No Pain, No…

What’s the worst type of physical pain you’ve ever felt? Was it a broken bone? Passing a kidney stone? Giving birth? A wax job gone awry? For me it has been any and all oral pain, but I’ve suffered many a strange affliction.

A Message from a Front Line Blogger

I feel like a bad blogger since I don’t have any real desire to write, but I do have a good excuse I suppose; working the front lines during a pandemic is exhilarating exhausting (but also exhilarating)! I do have some pretty big updates though:

neVer forgeT 4/16/07

Today is a day of remembrance for me and my community. I wrote a piece about my thoughts and feelings on the 10 year anniversary of the Virginia Tech shooting and to this day, I think it’s one of my best works.

Even now in a global pandemic, please take some time to recognize how fortunate you are. You may not be able to hug your loved ones at this time, but at least you know they are still alive and just a phone call away.

Stay safe my friends. xoxo

via neVer forgeT 4/16/07

I’m Ready for a Break

Ya’ll… I don’t even know how to start. It. Has. Been. A. Day.

I’ve been working every testing event we’ve had which has been 5 in the past week and a half; some of them have been close to 12 hour days. Days I’m not working events, I feel like I’m playing catch up for the rest of my reoccurring responsibilities, but with the added bonus of the phone ringing non-stop. But today… oooooo lord today… let me tell you.

I Put the ‘Nessie’ in Essential

… because I too am a legend (supposedly)–that was a Loch Ness Monster joke in case you missed it.

Did ya’ll know that I’m practically a super hero…? Me neither. Guess I must have missed the fitting for my cape.

Three weeks ago I was in The Bahamas with my husband, mom, and brother. We were living it up, completely happy with our obliviousness to the rest of the world. Two weeks ago I was instructed by my boss to self-quarantine at home after returning from my cruise per the new guidelines released from the CDC. A week ago I was celebrating my

Don’t Forget Your Tutu

What… you don’t have a birthday tutu? Huh… weird.

Hello and welcome to my blogging birthday party hosted by me, the hostess with the mostest, the birthday gal!

Now before you make yourself comfortable, I have to ask that you make your way to the nearest sink and wash your hands; we are in the midst of a global pandemic–can’t be too careful. While you wash your grubby mitts, you must sing happy birthday (x2) to me, Bex, loud enough for me to hear. I’ve been singing it to myself for the past week and a half and my hands are practically sparkling. Feel free to continue this process after today.

Captain’s Log, Stardate Eleventy Tenteen

So I went on my cruise and came back to Armageddon. Cool, cool, cool.

I’m pretty sure I just heard gasps from all 4 of you that read my blog. Yes, in the midst of the growing pandemic, I went on a cruise; the cruise that I’ve been looking forward to for almost an entire year. To be fair, there were no restrictions on continuing with the cruise when we left, and because the cruise line was practically desperate for passengers, they even gave us $200 credit to use on board. They literally paid us to go on our cruise.