#MyFirstPostRevisited (AKA Snoozefest)

I was nominated by Vic at Just Plain Ol’ Vic to participate in a new challenge — the #MyFirstPostRevisited challenge.

My First Post Revisited!

My first post on this blog (which used to be Blogging For Therapy, then Strong Enough To Break, and now it’s what the address says up top, going on a run of just over a year, woot) was on October 2, 2014 and called The Dreaded First Post. You can read it below or click here (although I don’t know why you’d want to wear out your clicking finger when you don’t have to).

I’m a 30-year-old stay-at-home-mom who works out of the home part-time. I typically just tell people that I’m a SAHM though, because that’s less of a mouthful. I have two beautiful kiddos–Little Man who is 6 and Baby Girl who is just a few months old.

I enjoy reading and Netflix binges. I’m not into most of the typical female stuff, so don’t expect anything about fashion or artsy stuff, unless I’m posting a picture of something I screwed up.

As you can tell from the site title and address, I have a little baggage. Since I hate talk therapy, I figure I’ll just use this as my outlet for venting or talking about some of the interesting or mundane aspects of my life.

Are you yawning now?

So, that’s my first post. And I was 30. THIRTY when I wrote that (like, just out of my 20s and not in my middle early 30s), and had a 4-month-old and a first grader…time, well, ya know.

Here we come to the rules:

Obvious rules:

  • No cheating. (It must be your first post. Not your second post, not one you love…first post only.)
  • Link back to the person who tagged you (thank them if you feel like it or, if not, curse them with a plague of ladybugs).

Other rules:

  • Copy and paste your old post into a new post or reblog your own bad self. (Either way is fine but NO editing.)
  • Put the hashtag #MyFirstPostRevisited in your title.
  • Tag five other bloggers to take up this challenge.
  • Notify your tags in the comment section of their blog (don’t just hope they notice a pingback somewhere in their spam).
  • Feel free to cut and paste the badge to use in your post.
  • Include the rules in your post.

People who should also do this: 



Get To Know Me Challenge

Vic at Plain Ol Vic nominated me to participate in the Get To Know Me Challenge, so I am. I realize some of y’all are thinking “We already know more about you than we want,” but too bad, there’s more. 😉

Share your profile picture if you have one.


This is what I’m using at the moment.

Who are you named after? A freaking soap opera character.

What is your favorite lunch meat? Shaved turkey.

Longest relationship? My current one; we’ve been together almost 13 years and married almost 11.

Do you still have your tonsils? Nope.

Would you bungee jump? I did a sort of bungee jump thing at Carowinds at once. I wouldn’t do either now, but probably would when I get super old or if I were almost on my deathbed.

Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
 Never. I only untie my sneakers when they get too loose.

Favorite ice cream? Chocolate.

What is the first thing you notice about people? Is it weird that I have no idea? I’m blanking on this one.

Football or baseball? Football. Go Cocks! I do love baseball, too, though.

What color pants are you wearing? Gray pants. The blue jeans I usually wear got wet in the rain.

Last thing you ate? A slice of leftover pizza.

If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Turquoise. Love that color.

Favorite smell? A freshly cleaned baby. Unfortunately, Baby Girl isn’t so much a baby anymore, and it’d be weird if I went around sniffing someone’s baby, so I don’t get to enjoy that scent often. (This probably sounds weird as fuck.)

Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? Probably my mother-in-law. I rarely talk on the phone because sucky hearing, but my MIL will not take “I can’t hear most of what you say on the phone” for an answer and calls anyway (and then has to talk to my husband because I can’t hear her well enough, sigh).

Hair color? Dark brown.

Eye color? Blue.

Favorite foods to eat? Pizza, turkey sandwiches, steak, chicken.

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings I guess. I don’t do horror movies.

Last movie you watched? Split.

Favorite holiday? Thanksgiving.

Beer or wine? Neither. I prefer rum, but don’t drink it as often now because alcohol gives me wicked heartburn.

Favorite day of the week? Friday because we’re almost done for the week.

Which of your three favorite bloggers would you like to know more about? Only three? Gah. How about anyone who reads this participate if they want, because I’d definitely enjoy reading the answers from just about anyone who follows/comments on this blog.

Who were the latest three people to follow your blog (link to their about page?

The last three legit people to follow:

The Barefoot Baby 

Stumbling Mind 

University Mommy

100. Copy this link

Share Your World – 48

041514 sywbannerDo you prefer eating foods with nuts or no nuts?

Generally no nuts, unless they’re finally chopped. I like the flavor, but don’t like the consistency of most nuts.

If someone made a movie of your life would it be a drama, a comedy, a romantic-comedy, action film, or science fiction?

It’d probably be a dark comedy. I’ve had a lot of serious stuff happen and deal with some serious stuff on a regular basis, but I’d rather put a humorous spin on it than be all Lifetime. (Obviously that doesn’t always apply to my blog posts.)

Who talks real sense to you?

My best friend, J. I might not always go to her with my stuff since I’m a very private person, but when I do, she shoots straight with me. She’s also great at keeping me in check at times, since I tend to have more book smarts than common sense. (I hate being told “You’ve got book smarts, but no common sense” from pretty much everyone, since it’s usually a cop out for being wrong about something, but when she says it, she’s right.)

Do you have a favorite board game?

Scrabble! Except no one ever wants to play with me because I always win (hooray for the benefits of having an English degree), so when I do play it’s usually online.

The Share Your World Challenge is hosted by Cee — check out the challenge here

The 2016 Netflix Challenge

One thing I see on social media a lot is challenges. Not so much the kind where people do stupid shit that sends them to the hospital and you get to roll your eyes at someone for being a dumbass (there seems to be less of these as I/my friends have aged), but the kind where you have to move.

Yes, move.

There are challenges for abs, challenges for squats, challenges for push-ups — you get my drift. These are not challenges I’m inclined to do anymore so than I’m inclined to eat a teaspoon of cinnamon or chug a gallon of milk because I’m lazy, because it’s hot, because…just because.

I finally came across a challenge more up my ally, though, and it doesn’t involve moving or doing anything that’ll land me in the ER — it’s the 2016 Netflix Challenge.


There are a couple of things that will be tough for me to do on this list — like watch a one-star movie (I guess there is always the zombie beavers movie that was mentioned in the comments of my Netflix and Swill post) or finding one set in my state of South Carolina — but otherwise, I think I got this. A few I’ve already done, like watch a Netflix original series (Orange is the New Black) and watch a movie not in my language (The Hunt), so I’ve got a head start on this challenge.

So, who’s with me? And, any non-shitty movie recommendations (so I can check out the “movie recommended on this blog” box)?

First Post Challenge

Hollie at My Blog Is My Boyfriend nominated me to participate in the First Post Challenge. I’m a sucker for things like this, so participate I shall.

Here are the rules:

Copy-paste, link, pingback, etc. your first post.

Identify the post: introduction, story, poem.

Explain why it was your first post. Technically this isn’t my first post. The first one was pretty much the same as my About Me page (until I updated it). The first real post was Holy Fingernails, Batman! I wrote about this because I thought it was funny how difficult such a seemingly easy task was.

Nominate five other bloggers. I’m not sure who has or hasn’t been nominated, but if you haven’t done this yet and would like to, go for it! And feel free to post the link in my comments so I won’t miss it. 🙂

Holy Fingernails, Batman!

I am constantly comparing Baby Girl’s infancy to Little Man’s. That’s easier said than done sometimes since there is a solid 6+ years between them, but I’m still back and forth on their eating habits, sleep habits, etc. While BG has been the easier baby by far at this point, there is one thing that isn’t so easy: trimming those damn fingernails.

I’m pretty sure that one of the most difficult tasks for a parent to an infant to perform is trimming fingernails. No joke, I have to wipe the sweat from my brow by the time I’m finished with Baby Girl. It shouldn’t be that difficult, but it is, and it’s that tough regardless of whether she is asleep or awake. She loves to ball up her fists and she has the strongest baby grip in the world. It’s like she’s on steroids (complete with the ‘roid rage when that bottle doesn’t get there fast enough).

As any parent knows, if you don’t keep those suckers trimmed, those precious little hands turn the baby into Edward Scissorhands, Jr. and not only will that perfect little face get scratched up, you will suffer as well.

Here’s the painstaking process I undergo when trying to trim Baby Girl’s nails:

  1. Try to unclench BG’s fist. When that fails, settle for a finger.
  2. Realize that the light isn’t in the right position. Let go, adjust the light, and repeat step 1.
  3. Keep the clippers steady next to her nail as she tries to flail about and trim exactly 1/3 of the nail.
  4. The finger slips out of reach, so back to step 1.
  5. After getting the finger free and getting step 3 out of the way again, realize that this is a different finger. Crap.
  6. Steps 1, 3-5 continue for a solid 15 minutes. I think I’m finally done with one hand and manage to pry her fingers loose for a minute to feel for any snags. I feel at least three because of step 4, so back to work.
  7. Ask the husband why the hell he hasn’t managed to trim a single nail in the seven years the two of you have been parents.
  8. After I finally get everything smoothed out, call it a day because every muscle in my neck and arms are tensed up from the awkward position I’ve been in. Grab a single mitten to put on the other hand if it’s really bad.
  9. Reward myself with a mixed drink. Think “better not, I’m breastfeeding,” then decide I’ll pump and dump. Drink on.

On a sidenote, I remember the first time I trimmed LM’s fingernails. He was just a few days old and I slightly nicked the skin. He had a doctor’s appointment that afternoon, and I was terrified that I would be reported to DSS.