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    That’s All You, Baby

    Posted on: August 2nd, 2013 by Randi 2 Comments

    I just want to warn you that the content of this post may offend some readers.

    I like to blog hop in my spare time. It starts with one and I jump through their sponsors, one after another and so forth. Last night, I got myself caught in a vicious circle of Christian bloggers. How do I know they are Christian? Because in their 3 sentence bio’s they make sure to mention it at least twice.

    While reading some entries, I started to find myself a bit depressed. I can’t really pin point why. The more I read, the more I felt bad. They were so happy and perky and seemed to have no cares in the world. It made me wonder, “why can’t I be that happy?”. I started to wonder what it was that they had that I didn’t..

    Then it hit me. Ignorance. They have no cares in the world because they assume “God” will take care of everything. “God” won’t let them falter. One couple is moving across the country, where they have no family, friends, and are buying a house so that her fiancee can try to get a job at his dream company. How does she think she can do this? Because “God” will provide for them.. No, really. She said that. Money doesn’t buy food, or shelter, or clean water. Prayers do. Go figure.

    Then I started to realize that they don’t know any better. I do. Many people do. That’s why we deal with our problems like they are problems. We tackle things head on and don’t wait for “God” to do it for us. We fear risks and we damn well better. Risks have consequences. If more of us did that, we’d all be in the street praying to Him to let us find enough for a Double Cheeseburger on the street.

    The thing is, they aren’t stupid. I never said they were. What I think is the issue is they are rich kids who have had everything handed to them and have never really been let down. They are still young and don’t realize that you can’t rely on prayers to pay your bills. I’m not saying all Christians are like this. Believe me, I know that isn’t the case. I’m talking about the select few bloggers I came across last night. There were about 4 or 5 of them who were all happy, perky, and carefree. Always thanking god for what they have. Not once expressing gratitude for their own determination. Because God gave them that to, don’t you know.

    I’m all for believing in whatever you want to believe in. Who am I to say you can’t? When it really comes down to it, no one knows the truth. But if you do believe in a higher power, don’t be the one that thanks them for your successes or blames them for your failures. That’s all you, baby. Own it.

    Much Too Young To Feel This Damn Old

    Posted on: July 30th, 2013 by Randi No Comments

    For the third time today, I got confused looks when I declared myself young. “How old are you?” they asked me. “I’m 22.” I thought their eyes were going to pop out of their heads. Truthfully, I don’t really care about my appearance as much as I used to. Yes, getting dolled up can be fun, at times. However, it’s so much work. I also have a nasty habit of rubbing my eyes which is the enemy of eyeliner.

    I prefer the natural look, unless I’m looking in the mirror. I know I look better dolled up but putting a face on to sit on the couch just isn’t my cup of tea. I like to rub my eyes whenever I feel like it, damnit. I’ve got no one to impress, so I don’t try to. I’m sure Andrew would prefer to see me dressed up but he doesn’t say anything about me not wearing any and makes comments like, “why do you have makeup on?” or “where you going?” when I do. I prefer to skip the mild embarrassment and not wear any. I like tossing my hair into a bun and wearing sweats. I’m comfortable. That should be all that matters.

    I’m also not surprised, by the looks. At least, I wasn’t, until a neighbor asked if the 18 year old girl hanging out with us was my daughter. Whoa, back the fuck up! At this point, being the 3rd time, I snapped and said “I’m only 22!”

    I don’t feel I look like I’m 30 or “late 20’s”. However, I act like it and there, the confusion is born. Being surrounded by “children” my age where I’m the one saying, “be quiet” or “knock it off” or yelling at the teenagers, only a few years off of myself, to behave themselves.. Yeah, I sound like a parent. I’m aware of it. I can’t help it. It’s who I am. I’m a worrier and I don’t like to get in trouble. 

    As it is right now, I had to come in because they were all getting loud on the porch and it’s 2am. When the cops show up for noise violations, I don’t want anything to do with them. They are adults. They can handle it. I just don’t want to be one of them.

    So, this won’t change my attitude about getting dressed up and whatnot. I will continue to be comfortable. I will apply makeup when I want to and I’m not going to let people make me feel bad for not doing so.


    Posted on: July 29th, 2013 by Randi 3 Comments

    I kept forgetting to grab the Sunday paper for the last 3 weeks. Scratch that, Andrew wouldn’t cough up the money for me to get papers. Since I got money this week, I said “Fuck it! I’ll get the papers.” I grabbed 2 and started scoping out deals. Currently, I’m sitting in front of the desk with papers spewed about, scissors, Notepad++, and The Krazy Coupon Lady’s website.

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    Couponing fucking sucks. First off, the math annoys me. But in all honesty, there isn’t much math involved. If you follow their planned trips, it shouldn’t be too hard. I think the hardest part of couponing is finding the damn coupons. I started off on KCL’s website and scoped out the “Free”, “Almost Free” and “Money Maker” deals. I wrote them all down in Notepad, separated by store and even included what coupons were needed, where to find them, original prices, and after coupon prices. Great, That’s over. Now let’s go clip them.

    First item on the list. Wet N Wild Nail Polish is FREE at Walgreens. The coupon is in Red Plum. Great. Brilliant. Open up Red Plum. Next page, next page, next page, etc. Okay, it’s not there. Hmm. Let me check the other one. Not their either. WHAT THE FUCK! So, I carefully stacked the inserts back up neatly, moved the old coupon shavings out of the way and slammed the fucking scissors down on the pile. I’m done for the night. Maybe I missed it. Maybe KCL is wrong on that item. I don’t know. I’m done for the night.

    I may just ask my mom to come over with her papers tomorrow and we can clip and go through this shit together. This is why I haven’t done this before. I already know that when I go couponing with my mother, I remain quiet, stay out of her way, but follow her closely with the cart. She can handle this better than I can. I can’t think when the pressure is on.


    Posted on: June 19th, 2013 by Randi 1 Comment

    Today has been the day from hell. It first started with me waking up with my period. I can’t stand having my period. I get that it’s a part of womanhood and maybe I’m just spoiled since I didn’t have one for 4 1/2 years. The only reason I went off the shot is because of the lack of money to afford it. As soon as I get my insurance back, I’m going back on it. Mark my words. Regardless, I got my period. And it’s not just, “Oh, I got my period.” It’s more of a “Again!? I thought I finished it 4 days ago.” Going off the shot, my body hasn’t gotten adjusted to the hormones. So, I was pretty miserable from minute one.

    Second, I got up early because I thought the exterminator was coming today. He was coming Thursday (tomorrow) but I have been one day off my calender all week. Once I figured it out after running around the house, I went to climb back into bed and found that one of the dogs, not sure which one but I’m leaning towards Ollie, pissed on the bed. So, I had to scrub that out several times.

    My mom came to drop some food off because the kids cleaned us out last weekend. We even went shopping before they came and it just wasn’t enough. *We just have to make it to Friday* 2 days ago, I saw a bug in the bathroom. I jokingly laughed about it being a cockroach but I wasn’t convinced it was. Last night my brother mentioned that since I saw the one in the bathroom, he has seen 2 that looked similar. One being in the cupboard that scattered when he opened it and he found one in his drink. So, I mentioned it to my mother and she told me to talk to the exterminator when he came tomorrow. My family was leaving when I turned to put the food she brought away. As soon as I opened the cupboard, I saw one. I ran out the door to tell her. She attempted to kill it for me but it was too fast.

    I avoided the kitchen at all costs today. I feel bad for the dogs because I keep them in there but I couldn’t bare to go in there. I told Andrew to call the landlord and of course, he didn’t answer. Andrew said that he hadn’t seen any. At that point, my brother and I had 4 sightings between us. About an hour after my mom left, there was one back in the same spot. I’m not sure if it was the same one or not but as soon as Andrew walked in the door, I whipped open the cupboard to show him. He was able to kill it for me.

    I’ve been a mess all day. It didn’t help that I didn’t have cigarettes1 and my period. Adding sneaking vermin to the mix sent my blood pressure high. I tried to stay calm but I fucking hate roaches. We lived in Florida for 6 months when I was about 8/9. Because of the constant heat, bugs are no issue down there. Everyone had roaches. My mom kept them out for a good while including stripping her step son out on the porch and immediately bathing him because his mother had them. Then we got a computer from Rent-a-center and when she watched one crawl out of the computer, we left everything and came back to PA.

    I don’t do roaches. If we had ants or even fruit flies or god forbid I found a maggot (which I hate equally), I would have scrubbed the house because then they’d go away. Roaches don’t work like that and they make my skin crawl.

    Thankfully, the exterminator is coming at 9:30 tomorrow and I’m hoping he is a bit more helpful than the landlord sounded. He kept cutting me off to tell me the exterminator is coming tomorrow. I understand that, fully, however he isn’t doing a good job if he comes every month and your building still has them.

    I’ve just wanted to cry all day. In addition to my nerves, I’ve been itchy all day. The wind blows my neck hair the wrong way and I jump and try to pull my skin off. I just want them to go away.

    1. Yes, I smoke. Bite me.

    Not Expecting Any Time Soon

    Posted on: March 28th, 2013 by Randi 1 Comment

    I stumbled upon Nonna’s blog post, “What to expect when you’re expecting or expecting to expect” and I thought it was a bit humorous, but more than that, a damn good read.

    I’m 21 years old. I want kids more than most people will admit to. However, I know better. Again, I am 21 years old. I am still in college working towards a profession that I hope to make money in. I’m in a committed relationship (5+ years) but who knows if he is the man I will actually marry. I AM 21 YEARS OLD! I’m too young to take on such a responsibility. I was given the resources to prevent pregnancy from the near moment I found blood in my underwear. My mother was not going to let this happen to me. A lot of parents think, “Not my kid.” Little do those parents know, it will be their kid who is a teen parent. Don’t be naive. It’s better to get them protected than wish you did later.

    My mom was a teen mom. I’ve lived with my single mother all of my life. The reason I don’t talk about my father is simply because I don’t know him. I know his name, Mike. Want to know something else? Yeah, me too. Unlike most teen pregnancies, I was a planned one. A planned pregnancy at 16 by BOTH parents. It’s really a long story but it inevitably ends with my father leaving my mother to fend for herself at 16 with a baby on the way.

    I’m grateful for everything my mother has done. The thought of her rocking a baby to sleep singing “Every Rose has its Thorn” with tears in her eyes breaks my heart every time. She gave everything she had to support my brother and me. She worked so much, non-stop to provide for us. She raised me to know that I deserve better. I know that I want to have a house to call my own, a committed husband, a well-paying job, and a ton of financial security before I have my first-born.

    Could I have a kid now? Sure, on the government’s dime. I don’t even have a job. I can tell you one thing, if I had a kid I’d have health insurance for me and the baby.

    Everywhere I turn for the last few years, girls around me are falling pregnant. More than half aren’t with the man any longer. Even the ones who are still with the father are struggling to support their kids. That’s not what I want for my family. That’s not what I want for my kids.

    My mother cried more at my 18th and 21st birthdays more because she was proud that I wasn’t pregnant than how old I had gotten or how old she felt. A lot of her friends had kids young and a lot of her friends had kids that had kids young. Needless to say, she’s thankful that she’s not a grandmother, yet.

    I also don’t know if I have the patience for a child just yet. I can’t stand when my siblings act up. Even though, I haven’t put either of them through a wall, yet, I’ve certainly envisioned it. 

    As far as medical issues that Nonna pointed out, that’s another, very large, concern of mine. I have cancer running down my mom’s side. The odds of me getting breast cancer are very high including any other type. I have heart disease, blood pressure, thyroid problems, skin conditions to worry about. All just from my mother’s side. The only thing my father ever gave me was his family’s kidney issues which I will, without a doubt, pass on to my daughter. All of those things could be managed, yes. One of the biggest concerns of mine is the random strike of a childhood cancer. I’ve followed a lot of stories recently of young children, 2-6 years old, dying at the hands of various forms of cancer. That’s something that I have no control over. Even adopting a child couldn’t take that scare away.

    Yes, I want to have kids. However, I know I shouldn’t right now. I don’t know if I will one day. I’d like to but I may just get wrapped up in my career or something else. Maybe I’ll be happy just being an aunt to my nieces and nephews or maybe I’ll have half a dozen of them. I haven’t decided yet but thankfully, I don’t have to.

    I don’t find this funny

    Posted on: March 21st, 2013 by Randi No Comments

    So, I stumbled upon this gem on Facebook today and I want to discuss it because this really bothers me.


    To the Guy Who Tried to Mug Me in Downtown Savannah night before last. 
    I was the guy wearing the black Burberry jacket that you demanded that I hand over, shortly after you pulled the knife on me and my girlfriend, threatening our lives. You also asked for my girlfriend’s purse and earrings. I can only hope that you somehow come across this rather important message.
    First, I’d like to apologize for your embarrassment; I didn’t expect you to actually crap in your pants when I drew my pistol after you took my jacket.. The evening was not that cold, and I was wearing the jacket for a reason.. my girlfriend was happy that I just returned safely from my 2nd tour as a Combat Marine in Afghanistan .. She had just bought me that Kimber Custom Model 1911 .45 ACP pistol for my birthday, and we had picked up a shoulder holster for it that very evening. Obviously you agree that it is a very intimidating weapon when pointed at your head … isn’t it?! 

    I know it probably wasn’t fun walking back to wherever you’d come from with crap in your pants. I’m sure it was even worse walking bare-footed since I made you leave your shoes, cell phone, and wallet with me. [That prevented you from calling or running to your buddies to come help mug us again]. 

    After I called your mother or “Momma” as you had her listed in your cell, I explained the entire episode of what you’d done. Then I went and filled up my gas tank as well as those of four other people in the gas station, — on your credit card. The guy with the big motor home took 153 gallons and was extremely grateful! 
    I gave your shoes to a homeless guy outside Vinnie Van Go Go’s, along with all the cash in your wallet. [That made his day!] 

    I then threw your wallet into the big pink “pimp mobile” that was parked at the curb ….. after I broke the windshield and side window and keyed the entire driver’s side of the car. 
    Earlier, I managed to get in two threatening phone calls to the DA’s office and one to the FBI, while mentioning President Obama as my possible target. 
    The FBI guy seemed really intense and we had a nice long chat (I guess while he traced your number etc.). 
    ;In a way, perhaps I should apologize for not killing you … but I feel this type of retribution is a far more appropriate punishment for your threatened crime. I wish you well as you try to sort through some of these rather immediate pressing issues, and can only hope that you have the opportunity to reflect upon, and perhaps reconsider, the career path you’ve chosen to pursue in life.. Remember, next time you might not be so lucky. Have a good day! 

    Thoughtfully yours, Semper Fi

    Apparently, this is supposed to be funny. I have to disagree entirely on that and I will explain why. My grandmother and mother shared this, my mother actually stating “this is great” in her repost. The TL;DR version of this is a man, nearly mugged at knife point, pulls a gun and mugs the mugger at GUN point. 

    I doubt this story is true but despite that I don’t find this funny in the least bit and my stance on GUNS has nothing to do with it. The man with the gun committed more and much worse crimes than the original  mugger did. Including theft,  identity theft, terroristic threats, just to name a few. I’m not a lawyer but I’m sure there are a ton more given that you can be charged with the same crime numerous ways depending on how they word it. Our justice system, ladies and gentlemen..

    I guess the point of the story is supposed to be revenge and the humor coming from making the guy crap himself. However, when you really look at it, this guy stooped even lower than the original mugger.

    And to just throw it in there, all of this was done because this man was allowed to carry a gun. He immediately assumes that is he is better and more powerful and although, the guy was scared, he still overpowered him because he had a gun.

    Whether this story is true or not, can you really put it past someone to do this? This is why I don’t agree with the gun laws. Simply because anyone can get a gun and do just this. A responsible gun owner would have shown the mugger his gun and that would have been it.  Instead, he used it to retaliate illegally.

    Financial Aid Hell

    Posted on: March 17th, 2012 by Randi No Comments

    Well, I got my relaxing weekend. I’m just trying to catch up on blogging and sleep. I have a few things I need to do but I can’t seem to find the motivation to do them. I also have homework due tomorrow. I need a long vacation from the real world. It’d be nice to get away from everything and just relax but even when I get a chance to do that all I can think about is the things I need to do when I go back to real life. Being an adult is a pain in the ass. Sigh. :\

    I got statements from my school about my loans. Apparently, to date I have borrowed $40,000. Which may not seem like a lot but I am in my 2nd year (out of 4) working on my bachelors degree. That wouldn’t be so much money if I hadn’t already borrowed for two other schools (3 other courses, total) that didn’t workout. I really screwed myself over so I have no one to blame but myself. It just sucks to know that I’ll be paying loans back until after I’m dead. Can I win the lottery, please? I’ll take just enough to cover my loans. As of right now, I owe $8,052 for my second year of school. I applied for 2 separate private loans and was denied, even with my mother as the co-signer. So, I’ve fallen to a “last resort” loan. Basically, it’s got a higher interest rate and a earlier payback limit. The most I can borrow from them is $12,000. Fantastic, but that’s only going to cover this year and a portion of my 3rd year. I started to panic and think that next year, I was going to have to drop out. Then I got a letter from my FA Advisor who reminded me to fill out my 2012-2013 FAFSA to determine if I was eligible for Pell Grants. Um, yeah. I am eligible, If I filled the damn thing out. I completely forgot to finish the application since I didn’t have my mom with me. So, my balance owed should go down once that paperwork goes in. ::fingers crossed:: I hope all goes well with it. Based on my mother’s income and household size, I am eligible for ZERO family contribution. I just want to finish school without any issues. If I am forced to get a job, then that will mess with my loans and then I’ll have to pay more than I can afford.

    I just want to finish school. That really isn’t such a bad thing.

I’m Randi, short for RandiLynn. I am a 25 year old blogger, web developer, furmama, and gamer from Northeast PA. I live with my husband and 7 animals. I live, eat, and sleep HTML & CSS. I spend my time creating pretty web stuff, blogging, gaming or binge-watching TV shows.

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