Bucket Lists

More often than not I scroll through my Facebook account in search of bucket lists and have you ever’s posts. I find them fascinating, for myself and others. I truly enjoy weeding through my own past and find the awesome little nuggets of myself to share with others. I also love reading about others little nuggets of their lives, especially if I don’t get to spend as much time with them as I want or even to remember when with them virtually.

So as a mini writing project for me this weekend…I am going to try and create a bucket list of my own and upload it to here as well as my Facebook account. Hopefully some people will share, probably not others but that’s okay.

As I have been mulling over this little project for the past few days, I have been wondering to myself many options to include. Do I use just simple words for fill-in style or am I okay to use short phrases. I have filled out a lot of these on my own, but want to create a unique one I haven’t seen before.

So here goes and wish me luck!

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Natural World

So my husband came up to me a few weeks ago and was describing his day at work. Apparently he was suing some of my lotion bars at work and a few of the “ladies” at work asked him about it. He told them my wife makes it. Now, he wants me to ready up a list of items I make. The list was really boring as I have no names or titles for my stuff as it is mostly a hobby with no real interest in making it into ┬ábusiness. Especially because the natural world is already DIY exploding.

So I made my list but would love some ideas on titles for my stuff?

Help a girl out please?

Jenessicaleigh naturals

When it all goes south

When it all goes south…Most know what this mean. This is the time we possibly dread, the times we don’t look forward to as this could be the one moment that could change everything.

When it all goes south for me includes many things, but usually centers around work situations and events. And yes I mean events as in a total preteen or adolescent meltdown.

I am sure you mothers and fathers out there have experienced them before and know exactly what I am talking about. Now imagine this child has mental illnesses, going through chemical withdrawals, behavioral issues and educational deficiencies. Yes, these explain most of my boys here at work.

All it takes is one imperfect moment for it all to go south. A temper tantrum, an unjust action, an untrue insult, or even a disproportionate slight. All it takes it one little thing to make the whole day be ruined, for me for them, for the rest of the house.

 

 

 

Buddy

My addition to The Daily Post┬átoday is centered around the word buddy. Hmmm…

As a child a buddy was someone I could play with, as a teenager it was someone to conspire with, as an adult it was someone I could lament to. The term or definition of buddy is on a constant rotation for me. Let me explain.

As a child my buddy was a girl named Amber, she was two years younger than me, but as my neighborhood was predominately male we were pretty much it. We got along so well, I truly enjoyed being her friend and she seemed so much more mature for her age, especially for being a pre-teen. Probably because she had three older brothers. We grew apart as she entered high school and we went our separate ways, were are still friends via Facebook, but what does that even mean anymore? I certainly don’t call her when I need to talk, but I will always remember her as my first best friend.

As a teenager, my best friend had the same name as I , we had our rough patches, especially freshman year. We had a blowout and let a guy get between us, jerk! However, we remained friends and are still friends to this day. Probably the only friend I came out of high school with and kept ties to. We call each other every couple of months and see each other 1-2 times a year. Tragic, I know! She has two teenagers, while I have two jobs. I still have her Christmas present form 2015, yet to get to her! But she will always remain my best friend!

My adult best friend, my mom, cliche I know. But, she listens, and only judges sometimes. But mostly, she is the one I can turn to when I need to just vent my frustrations. Or when I need advice of being a strong, independent woman who still just’s wants her mommy to hold her. She is also the woman I admire and respect. She is the woman I aspire to be, I love everything about my mom, faults and all. If I could turn out half of what she is as a person I would be an amazing person. I don’t know where I would be without her.Shes my rock!