Job is a Four-Letter Word

I did it….

I got a job and I start tomorrow morning at 6.  I thought I would dread it.  I thought I would loathe the very idea of working for somebody else.  But I’m really excited.
I’m lying here in bed at only 9 feeling like a new woman.  Well, more like an old woman.  Haha.
The old me so to speak.  I finally deforested my body and scrubbed myself thoroughly in the shower.  I even remembered to put lotion on afterwards and put lotion on afterwards.  I even brushed my teeth. 

I found a beauty supply store within walking distance of where I live and I got some of their dollar lipsticks, mascara and a much-needed brush and wide tooth comb.
I even got a clay masque and a jar of noxema.  I feel so freakin clean.  Let’s just say, I LOVE this store.  The only draw back was the price difference I was already expecting when it came to Summer’s Eve products.  I get half the product for the same price I would pay at Target or Walmart.   But everything else girly I need is priced SO reasonably.
I just need to find the nearest Dick’s Sporting Goods and I will be in business.  But that’s down the road.

See?  I’m so back to the old, happy, enthusiastic me that I’m back to rambling about shopping and clothes and accessories and blah blah blah. 
Well, I decided that since I start work tomorrow, then I will quit smoking tomorrow as well.  I don’t want to be spending my paycheck on cigarettes.  That’s just not motivating for me.
And I learned that the only time my body wants me to be vegan is when I’m pregnant.  And I’ve decided to indulge in Meatless Mondays once I’m capable of eating regularly and fixing my relationship with food.
My god….. this whole post is kind of a mess.  I’m just all over the place.  Sorry about that.  I just really want to catch you all up as much as possible before I go to sleep.

Okay, that’s all I think…..
I have a couple other posts in queue and I will be getting those out to y’all as soon as I can.

Love and light, Wonderlings! ♡

This Is It

I have more proof that I am meant to be a life coach.
I am so psyched right now.  I helped my roommate with his dilemma and he felt great about it and that made me feel so alive. 
I don’t know how I’m going to get to sleep any time soon because I am so full of energy just from that.
It’s my true calling.
And I’m not going to let my head get big but I’m done dimming my own shine when it comes to this natural, God given talent for helping people.
I know I can do this.  I know I will be damn good at it.  And I know I already am damn good at it.  I just need to get the credentials needed to pursue it on a professional level.
I’m so excited!

Oh yeah, I guess I should give y’all an update on what’s been going on with us.

Well, I’m staying with my husband in the room he’s renting until we can find a place of our own.  And it is incredibly uncomfortable here because the people that own the house basically live like squatters.
The kitchen sink has a leak and so, they leave the water shut off until they actually need it.  And they get crazy when it comes to showering every day.  They complain about it if we do bathe everyday.  So, as a result of not being allowed to bathe everyday, I have a urinal tract infection and it is painful as hell.
We put up with it because we have nowhere else to go and the owner of the house is old and mentally ill and has tried to throw us out over the tiniest things that have nothing to do with him or rent or anything.
And he gets mad if we try to defend ourselves against his controlling, abusive ways.  And this abuse is the one reason he doesn’t even want to draw up a lease because he knows that he legally can’t do that as a landlord.
But we’re looking at getting a job making deliveries for Uber on bike, then moving up to a car from there.
I helped Jacques with signing up for it for himself.  And then I’ll be signing myself up when I get a new phone.
I would now but my phone is so broken, it’s a miracle it’s still functioning at all.  Half of my screen is black and I’m glad no most of this typing by touching the keys where I remember them being in the void.  It’s hard to describe unless you’re right here where I can show you.
But I can’t follow a map on my phone with half tell screen being black.
Anyway, we’re slowly but surely working our way back onto our feet.
Our roommate is our new friend and we’ve all decided to gt a place together, which means we’re looking for a four bedroom place here in DC.  Our friend’s name is Collins.   At least, that’s the name I’ve given him.  We all already know we can stand living together and have enjoyed it thoroughly. 
We’re even working on quitting smoking together.  We’ve been very good for each other thus far and I have high hopes for our future.  All of ours.
Jacques has cut WAY back on his drug usage.  On his own.  No one is forcing him, no one’s nagging him.  And he is gong very strong.  The things he finds to do, the less he’s been concerned about using and I’m so proud of him.
We’re still only able to see the kids once a week and that’s only because of the travel being an expensive issue.
But we’re allowed to see them as often as we like and even overnight if we want.  Once we have an income coming in, we’ll be able to do that.  My aunt and I are planning a weekend visit.  We’re thinking around Jem’s birthday.  That would be so wonderful.
I honestly would like to do a week long visit.  I miss them too much.  We’ll see.
But anyway, that’s the nutshell update on what’s going on in Wonderland.
Here’s a picture of my beautiful baby girl, Jem.


And here’s a screen shot of when I video called my handsome baby boy, Jiraiya earlier today.


It’s rather difficult getting pictures of him sometimes.   He’s always on the move.  God, okay, now I’m getting emotional which means it’s time to go.
I love you all so much!
And if you haven’t already, like my page on facebook.   I’d love more interaction on there and I’m on there much more than anything else.  I’d love to hear from y’all!  For real, hit me up on my page.  It’s not a bother at all.  In fact, I’m dying for more contact with my wonderful Wonderlings!
Until next time, y’all!  ♡

Keeping Up With the Kardashians

What motivates you?  What do you see or experience in life that makes you want to keep going?

Just the other day when I wrote about luxury, it got me thinking about what motivates me.  And how some people find reality TV to be just another distraction.  That the only people who watch it are zombies. 

Well, I’m no zombie.  And I’m addicted to shows like Keeping Up With the Kardashians. 
It motivates me.
Something about how they’re always talking about business.  The way they’re always on the go and making moves.
I see how clean they are even when they’re not all dolled up.  And being clean, as I’ve explained before is the center of my idea of luxury.
When I’m in a deep depression, I tend to let myself go.  Bathing, cleaning up, they fall by the wayside as I just lie there feeling like crap on a stick.
Now that I have kids, the most I do is for them and I completely neglect myself.  I bathe them, feed them, make sure they have clean clothes on.  I’d clean up just so they can have room to play ad be safe but neglect my own bedroom.  At least, when I had them, I did.

But when I watch that show, I suddenly want to take a shower, do my hair, clean my home.  And when I’m done, I want to start blogging, making videos, work harder to make money.  And I start planning out my day to work towards my goals.

I start imagining myself as a big success and giving my TEDxTalks and going into work to check on my non-profit outreach program that I started up.  I imagine myself going to a book signing and doing a photo shoot for O Magazine for an article they wrote on me and the work I’m doing for change in the world.
I imagine myself in a big, HUGE house I designed myself and a bunch of my homies living there with me and my children playing with my foster children.

Harley, do you really get all that from watching such a dumb show?
Yes.  Yes I do.

But their so shallow and their lives are fully of nothing but first-world problems.  They don’t know what it’s like to really struggle.  How could you even waste your time watching it?
I don’t know them, or their lives.  I don’t care if they can’t relate.  In fact, I hope they don’t ever live through the kind of things I’ve lived through.  I don’t want anyone to ever be able to relate to me on that level.  But I can relate to them on one level and that is a serious work ethic.

Yeah, but can you really call what they do work?
Yes.  That elitist attitude towards everyone else’s work is disgusting to me.  It’s the same attitude that makes people say that one some jobs don’t deserve higher pay.  It’s the same attitude that created the term “menial job”.  I’m sorry, but if it’s work paying someone else to do, then how could you call it menial?  If it’s so menial, then you do it, asshole.  It’s like, “oh, it’s so simple, the job isn’t worth paying that much for.”
No.  You’re not paying for the work.  You’re paying for a portion of a person’s life.  You don’t think a person’s life is worth paying a decent wage for what you consider to be “so easy”?  Then if it’s so easy, then do it yourself.
Work, is work, is work.  Somebody’s gotta do it.  And also, I can tell you, running a business and working for yourself and running all over creation just to get things done is exhausting in a different way than doing construction or being a janitor or being a teacher or what have you but it’s exhausting nonetheless.  Don’t knock someone else for what they do.  Don’t ever tell anyone that their job is “so easy” or that it’s “not even real work”.  I for one have only dabbled in modeling.  And lemme tell you, that shit is fuckin exhausting.  For no real damn reason, that shit is exhausting as hell.  Aside from amateur modeling, I’ve done tree hauling, patched drivesways, landscaping, babysitting, worked in daycares, office assistant, dabbled in graphic design, been a home health aide and lemme tell ya, ANY work is hard work when you put in 100%.
My point is, these women have a great work ethic and it’s that that I idolize in and of itself.

Motivation and inspiration are things that you can’t just conjure.  You can’t make a list of what is or isn’t supposed to be inspiring or motivating.  They come from the strangest, most unexpected places.  Don’t judge.  Don’t hate.  Just appreciate.

A Life of Luxury

Today’s writing prompt

When most people think of this, they envision a life similar to that seen on any given reality show on E.
Fancy cars, big houses, 5-star spa level pampering, designer clothes.  Those are what you see in all he advertisements that tell you, what luxury is.
My idea of luxury?
I want a place to live.  My rent paid, my utilities paid.  Clean clothes that actually fit me.  My home is clean and smells nice.  My clothes smell nice.  My body is clean and I smell nice.  My skin is moisturized.  My hair is clean and healthy.
That’s all.
I don’t need fancy, designer clothes, I just want them to fit and be clean.
I don’t need $200 lotions and potions to make my body and hair to feel healthy and clean and beautiful.  Heck, my secret is that I only use baby products and Olay anti-aging products.  And I use kids’ sunscreen.  The value pack.
Shoes?  Of course I love shoes.  But I don’t need to buy them all the time.  Maybe, I’ll treat myself to some with my tax refund.  Maybe if I have an couple good months in a row and I’m ahead on my bills (I love when that happens), I’ll make a little splurge.
But, oh my god, that feels so incredibly luxurious.

I still enjoy getting my hair and nails done.  I just don’t do it anywhere near as much as I would like.  In fact, I got my hair done last week for the first time in over 5 years.

I think maybe once I start working again, I’ll start doing a series within my documentary of how to budget to get back on my feet.  Who knows, maybe it can help someone else?

Homeless luxury….  lol. Maybe I’ll do a little of that too.

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I don’t know if this will work the same as a reboot but here it is.  It’s pretty freakin cool and perfectly aligns with my overall message of how being humble and thankful doesn’t equate to tolerating crap you’d rather not.

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