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No Pity Parties Allowed

The reinvention of oneself can be a less than joyful journey depending on the need for reinvention. Your new self can also be a journey of excitement as you look to your future. The process can follow overwhelming grief or untold happiness. It can be because you want a change or circumstances force a change. But whatever precipitates the journey, you’re still you. You may be quicker to laugh. You might also be slower to anger. But you still find humor in the same things. What made you angry when you were young still has the ability to make you angry today.

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I went through a huge body change over the last year. My waist grew. I have more junk in my trunk. My muscle turned to fat and I now have a middle age spread on my abdomen. My crop tops were rehomed. I cried when I stepped on the scale. I went on the offensive. I endured five hours of hair torture for a purple ombré. I texted a picture to my dad in Texas. His response was “why?” I fight aging with all available weapons. I showed my father in law daddy’s question. We had a lengthy discussion over hair care, skin care and cosmetics. His wife was a cosmetologist for 40+ years. He absorbed a fountain of information, but I still am not letting him cut my hair. I’m all about the savings, but I have to draw the line somewhere. He has arthritic hands and a tiny bit of palsy. That’s just so much no.

We came to the conclusion if people noticed my purple hair, they wouldn’t notice the almost 30 pounds I had gained in the last half a year. That answer worked for me. I actually thought it was funny. It was the answer I texted to my dad. When I told my brother, he responded by saying “well done, fat ass!” My family doesn’t give a person much time for a personal pity party. So I put my big girl boots on and stopped feeling sorry for myself. I also came up with a plan of action that involved beauty products galore, make up, and hair care products. That stuff can get expensive.

 

imageHere’s my latest free money exercise. And it will involve a lot of walking. I’m looking forward to being able to buy some cute crop tops again. It comes from my girlfriend Cassie. On her behalf, I want to ask you to donate your organs upon your death. Make sure your family knows your wishes. Cassie is a generous, funny and sparkling young lady who was the recipient of someone else’s generosity in the form of a transplant. My life is improved by knowing her. Not only does she brighten those with whom she comes in contact, she is an organization guru. I have no idea what my bathroom would look like without her.

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Shopkick has to be one of the strangest apps I’ve ever used. You don’t have to spend any money if you don’t want. Go to the mall, turn on your locations services and Bluetooth, and go to the mall. You get points for entering certain stores. You get points for scanning products. You get extra points if you actually purchase something. You could spend all day in a mall and rake in the rewards. This is definitely where living in a big city would have a huge advantage.  These points turn into gift cards for so many stores. I chose Sephora. Looking 29 when you feel 92 is expensive.  I also earn 250 kicks when you scan your first item but you only have seven days to do it.

A side note to the readers who joined my iBotta team:  we are $3.00 away from February’s team rewards. Scan those receipts from your grocery store.

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Author:

I stay at home to care for my 81 year old father in law and my permanent roommate (read: hubby). We enjoy all kinds of activities, together and apart (I'm sure you know how this goes..) My interests are varied and I love learning new things. I am a self declared beauty product junkie simply because I refuse to look any older than 29. My father in law and I grow 8 different berries on our property but would love to expand our garden in the future. We adore kitchen gadgets, aromatherapy, crafting and anything DIY. He is a retired artist, my husband is retired USMC and into all things survivalist (I mean, the zombie apocalypse COULD happen y'all) and I am in charge of everything the men would forget about.

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