Stipe Miocic – History in the making.

Congratulations Stipe Miocic on your record breaking fight!

On Saturday, January 20th, 2018 Stipe Miocic, three time heavyweight champion defeated the hard hitting Francis Ngannou for the UFC 220 event in Boston.

ODDS: Ngannou – 180; Miocic +160

Winning that night gave Stipe his third consecutive win, something that hadn’t been done before. He’d been seen as the underdog but it seems that the UFC had their money on Francis as he appeared to be the “next big thing”.

That being said, MY money was on Stipe. Home boy from Euclid, Ohio. We were basically neighbors as I also grew up in the Cleveland/Euclid are.

Years later we would attend the same Highschool, EastLake North. He would graduate two years before me and become something great. Something the city of Eastlake and Cleveland could look up to and be proud of.

I don’t personally remember Stipe, but I am sure we  brushed shoulders (or my shoulder to his waist) on a few random occasions as we roamed the halls in between classes.

Which reminds me, I should pull out my old year books and look for him. Bet that would make a great keepsake with his signature.

HIGHSCHOOL REUNION

5 years ago, back in August the Happy Moose on 306 had a nice little meet and greet with Stipe.

It was very casual and laid back, the anxiety that I had about it was very unnecessary.

They had Stipe and company set up outside on the back patio, it was a beautiful day for some dinner and a stalk.

Stalks that don’t require much stalking are my favorite.

He was very friendly, happy to meet new people and didn’t mind us interrupting his dinner.

This is a page taken right out of my GoneStalking scrapbook.

Thanks for stalkin’ by, please check out the link below to read the first and more detailed blog regarding my interaction with Stipe.

Stipe Miocic

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You work two jobs, you MUST be a millionaire.

Yes I have a husband, yes we both work a full 40+ hours at one job, yes we work another 10-15 hours a week at another job… no we don’t have dollar bills leaking from our butts. We actually struggle just like most of society, but it’s our choice and our way of living.

Wait, here… let me back up a little.

We don’t have human kids together (love you Ricky) so we go on vacations, we play sports, we go out to eat and enjoy life. With that comes the cold hard truth of not having a healthy pile of money laying around.

Oh don’t get me wrong, we have a savings and a 401K but when it comes to having a constant flow of cash, well… for us that’s unrealistic.

Also without going into depressing detail, we have some debt. A credit card bill here or there, a loan that just won’t go away, a doctor bill from when you skinned you knee back in 2009.

We work two jobs to help get those bills down, to give us that extra cash to go see a movie, continue to play volleyball on Friday nights and not turn into couch potatoes (though that does sound really enticing right now).

We’ve been in some bad situations, managing money isn’t easy and I’m not gonna lie…you learn the hard way. We’re doing good, we’re almost where we want to be and then maybe we get rid of that second job or we keep it and do more of the things we love to do together.

Working two jobs is exhausting, I get crabby and hate it most days but it’s what WE personally have to do to survive at this moment.

To be honest, I’ve had two jobs most of my life and same with my husband. If you find a place you like and there are perks to working there, sometimes sticking it out isn’t bad.

I worked at a movie theater for years, free movies, I work at an outlet store now, 25% off everything, so in the end you are also saving money.

Good thing I have a RedBull handy most days to get me through both jobs.

8 hours sitting at a desk, certifying fixtures and writing up instructions

5 hours stickering product and stocking shelves 

 

SHE SAID WHAT?!

I remember someone telling me once that we have it better because we are a couple, double income which means we can afford to do things they can’t because they are single. That’s not true, two people means twice as much toilet paper, twice as much water, twice as much pizza being eaten, twice as many car payments, twice as many movie tickets… and on and on and on. Good thing is, is if one of us lost a job or had to miss some time, we do have the others income to help keep us afloat.

BUT…

Stop using the excuse that you are single as a crutch, I’m learning that we can be our biggest obstacle in life sometimes. And if you want to go on vacations do something about it, cut something out, or put some $$ aside but don’t blame others for why they are succeeding and you’re not.

I hear friends all the time complain they can’t afford this or they don’t have food in the house, no gas to get cigarettes and no money to buy them, yet won’t pick up a second job. I get it, it’s not for everyone but if you want to get out of a hole … sometimes you have to put forth more effort.

If you’re comfortable living pay check to pay check then continue on but for the Dodge household we’d like to put that in the past and work on our future. Remember, money is just money and you want to do things that make you happy. I laugh because I am probably one of the hardest people to get to buy things for myself, ask me when the last time was I bought a pair of underwear? I don’t know.

But, we’re getting off topic here. The reason for this post is try not to assume that just because someone has multiple jobs that they are living luxurious lifestyles. People could be trying to pay off school, putting money towards their cats cremation, Grandma needs a new TV, your crack addiction or whatever it may be,  but good chance it’s NOT for fun.

I’m not actually sure why I even started this post, it kinda snowballed into a rant. That’s embarrassing. I guess maybe because I am at that point where I’d like to have nights and weekends to myself and to focus more on my blogging, currently it’s a struggle.

For the moment we’ll continue to work 2 jobs until it no longer matters, until then .. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be ok.

 

#Rantover

 

 

Cutting your own hair – My Story.

DO YOU CUT YOUR OWN HAIR?

I bring this post to you based on my own personal experiences… Cut thy hair at your own risk.

First let’s start off on cutting someone else’s hair. My husband is 50% bald and his hair is pretty thin. Before I came along he was going to a professional barber shop and paying money for them to use one razor size, move it around his head 10-12 times and collect his money.

We went out and bought a nice little razor kit, with adjustable clips and I have been cutting his hair..FOR FREE for the past 10 years.

It’s pretty easy but you should know there is a little bit of skill required. You want to make sure the hairline is straight, you get all the hair around the ears and that everything is even. It’s hard to mess up, but … you can and I have, like using the wrong size clip…oops!

This idea is great for kids too, especially in the summer time when you buzz the crap out of their head to stay cool.

It’s a great way to save time and money, especially when you are in a pinch.

 

BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE

Moving onto your own hair, in this demonstration we are talking about shorter hair styles.

I’ve had short hair for most of my life and I’m not your typical girly girl, I don’t go to the salon and pay millions of dollars for cuts and colors. I’ll spend $15 at your local Great Clips but my hair grows so fast and thick that I would need to go there a lot to maintain my cut.

Especially now that I went with the stylish shaved side, it would be really silly for me to pay money every week to keep that appearance up.  Plus my hair is short and purposely uneven that it’s hard to mess it up. If the sides start getting too long, I take some scissors and cut a little bit here and there. When my hair starts growing back, I take out the razor and shave it back down.

However, it can only work to a point because eventually the top gets longer, the back is out of control and those are the parts of the hair that you should probably have done by a professional.

Just recently I was having some issues with a a few pieces of hair that would not comb over, they would stick straight up and it was becoming very annoying.  So, I just took some scissors and cut the WHOLE thing off. I recommend not getting too carried away, it can happen to the best of us. One minuet you’re doing a little trimming and the next thing you know you have a sink full of hair.

 

I must have felt invincible that day and without any proper training continued to hack away at my thick locks. Pretty sure that was a bad idea, because that left me with a spot on my head that looked like fuzzy barbie doll hair.

Good thing for me, I seemed to be the only one that could tell. Haha

IN THE END

Remember, when you finally do get around to actually going somewhere to have it cut… you’ll have to explain to the person what happened.

I just recently went and the first thing I said was “oh, don’t mind that… It was out of control and I cut it off.” She definitely noticed (we shared a chuckle) and as I was walking out the door she told me to never cut my hair again, lol.

The ladies at Great Clips were awesome, we had a great time and laughed a lot. Mostly because I am hilarious but I give them props for having a sense of humor. When all was said and done I left feeling 20 pounds lighter and looked like a human being once again.

I say, If you’re creative and have a little bit of an idea of what you are doing when cutting your own hair, GO FOR IT! Just know when to stop and seek help.

 

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Sharing Our Guilt And Regrets.

HOW IT BEGINS

You drank too much the night before and that next morning your anxiety is off the charts because you don’t know what you did or the things you said.

You sit there, wrapped in a blanket on the couch, your hair matted to the side of your head asking your husband if he stills loves you.

He laughs, he’s dealt with you many of times on mornings such as these but he assures you that he still loves you even after your drunken shenanigans.

This is normal, you’re not the first to get drunk, kiss your best friend and show a whole room your pasty breasts.

You won’t be the first and you won’t be the last and as long as you’re not committing murder, crimes, or adultery you’ll be ok.

Things like that we can move on from, you had fun, no harm was done and the next day you’re back to being you.

LOOKING BACK

However there are things we have done that maybe hurt others, caused some type of consequence or maybe a decision you made and can never go back.

Though the world turns, we sometimes don’t turn with it and in order to get peace maybe we need to forgive ourselves and move on.

I am here today to talk about some things that I regret, it’s been years and I think about them often.

My heart hurts and I regret what I did, or did not do. I’m sure these people have moved on and it’s not even an afterthought but maybe if I share how I feel I can get some closure.

You may laugh, they’re pretty petty but I can’t seem to get over them.

Most of these actually stem from getting married and no I don’t regret that for one minuet, it’s things surrounding our marriage and leading up to it that makes me cry on occasion.

 

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  1. I am not your typical girly girl, I don’t require much and having a big wedding with ice sculptors was never in the cards. We did what we wanted to do, fairly cheap and we didn’t need a wedding planner.

We booked everything ourselves, right up to our last minuet bachelor/bachelorette parties.

Our parents helped with some shower details and my Dad pitched in a few bucks for the hall, we had help from friends in other areas..but the rest (from what I can remember) was all us.

I think back, it flowed but it could have been more planned.

2. Picking my bridesmaids: 3 of the ladies I picked couldn’t do it, we were getting married in Vegas so it was difficult for some to get out there.

Being short a girl and running out of time, I picked one of the groomsman’s wives to fill in.

I didn’t care! We were getting married and it’s not like I didn’t know her, we still remain friends to this day.

Thinking back though and wondering, could I have maybe picked my mom or aunt, or one of Pat’s sisters, even my own stepsister at the time wasn’t even a thought.

I regret not making better decisions.

 

3. The groomsman: Pat had all his guys picked out, he was set and happy. I had suggested my brother be a part of the party but it was Pat’s wedding day too and I wasn’t going to push the subject.

We never even added my brother into the wedding, since it wasn’t traditional and in Vegas there really wasn’t any special parts for anyone.

I think T.J. was hurt at first but shrugs it off like it’s no big deal. But to this day I feel like a sack of shit, I wanted my brother to be involved and somehow I let him down.

My brother is awesome, he’s grown up to be such a man. he has a job, car, home, he has money and a head on his shoulders. He’s bailed us out many times and is always there for us.

I love him and he knows that but this is one decision I regret, he was there for us in Vegas but only as a spectator and I wish I could change that.

 

4. My stepson Ricky, I wish he could have been apart of the wedding as well, he was younger but I regret not making more of an effort to get him involved. I regret not making more of an effort to have Ricky in my life, he has also turned into a young strapping man and I want him to know I love him.

 

5. The guest list for the party we had a week later back at home: Between his giant Irish family and my huge Italian family we already had a ton of people on the guest list, add that together with our friends and it was very difficult to narrow it down.

I look back. there were a a few co-workers I had invited that didn’t show. Co-workers who I don’t even see or talk to to this day, people that treated me like shit at my job but yet made the list over one special person…  My dad’s cousin Cindy.

She was always my favorite growing up but I hadn’t seen here in a few years and she didn’t make the cut. To this day I regret not having her on the list, I wish I would have thought it more through. I can’t really remember all the details of the guest list but it breaks my heart to know she wasn’t apart of our special day.

 

6. Pictures: We went the cheap rout, had the photographer for a few hours in the beginning and then that was it. She asked who I wanted special pictures with, I don’t remember what I said but I can tell you who we didn’t get pictures with.

My grandma now deceased, my grandpa now deceased, my moms partner a second mom to me, Carole, now deceased, my mother in law, now deceased. I don’t have any pictures with my mom or dad, my brother, step son or really my sister.

I regret not being more aware, I regret not having someone one grab me and say “Hey, let’s get some pictures with your family” I regret all of that.

 

7. We did a dance number as the wedding party was announced, did I give anyone the heads up to video tape it? No, I regret that. I do believe I have video of it somewhere as my friend was able to sprint over and get most of it and I am not even sure I know where that video is.

 

8. Following my dreams more. I wanted to be famous by 18, I am now 34 and have accomplished nothing close to that.

 

9. Being a better wife. I can be pretty shitty sometimes, putting others before my husband and our relationship. He’s the one that matters at the end of the day and he needs to know that.

 

10. Spending more time with the ones I love. Should have done more with my brother when he was younger.

Same thing with some of my cousins. My grandfather who lived down the road, but only saw on holidays my Aunt Barb who after my grandma died haven’t seen much of.

 

TRYING TO MOVE ON

Those are some of mine. I apologize, it was only supposed to be 2 or 3 but I got a little emotional and carried away.

And as I sit here trying to finish this nasty White India Pale Ale my brother left at my house yesterday I realize how lucky I am. Take a deep breath. Live in the now.

Things can be worse.

I’m sure I will still struggle with some of these things because most memories you can’t recreate.  But we can find new things to help us move forward.

My regrets are small, I can live with them, I HAVE lived with them I just wish I wouldn’t always think back and continue to have these horrible feelings.

Maybe opening up to strangers will help, letting those ones I’ve neglected know how I feel and getting some sort of comfort that they have forgiven me as I am trying to forgive myself.

 

HELPING OTHERS

I hope this can help you, maybe there’s something on your chest, some guilt you want to talk about and you’ve never had the moment to let it all hang out.

Use this post as that outlet, I am usually better at helping others than I am myself.

Thank you for reading.

 

 

Things about me to make you feel uncomfortable.

I saw this on Enele Ogah’s blog the other day, she encouraged me to fill it out.  So here I am. It’s been a hot minuet since I’ve completed one of these bad boys, hope you enjoy.

 

 

What are you wearing?

  • Blue hooded Adidas pullover, blue jeans with my blue Nike’s that have a hole in the toe that I am insecure about. That’s what I was wearing yesterday when I started this post, I am now wearing my dead grandpas favorite black and red flannel over a Cleveland Browns Shirt. The same blue jeans from yesterday because I suck at life, and a different pair of blue Nike’s.

Ever been in love?

  • Yes, currently with my husband.
  • Yes, currently with Jack Nicholson.

 

Ever had a terrible breakup?

  • Nope.. Well, there were shitty 2nd grade breakups that don’t count. My husband is my first real relationship and we are still going strong.

 

How tall are you?

  • Tall isn’t a word I’m usually associated with. I think, 5’1″-ish

 

How much do you weigh?

  • Well. If you must know. I have no clue at the moment. I usually fluctuate between short and stubby and short and chunky (135-155 lbs).

 

 

Any tattoos?

  • Hells yeah. 3, wow. Soo many. My first one when I was 18 are music notes on the left side of my lower abdomen. My 2nd is a set of paw prints starting at the right top of my booty running up my lower back. Last but not least, I have a girl volleyball player on my right shoulder blade. I want more, I’d like to get a sleeve but I’m broke and very anal about picking the right tattoo.

Any piercings?

  • 6 in my right ear, 5 in my left.

 

OTP (One True Pairing: what’s your favorite fictional couple)

  • Eh, don’t think I have one.

 

Favorite show

  • I watch a shit ton of TV. Probably The Walking Dead, American Horror Story is right up there too.

 

Favorite bands?

  • Maroon 5
  • Hanson
  • Alanis Morissette is not a band but she’s MY FAVORITE!!

 

Something you miss?

  • My Grandma
  • My cat Homer
  • Carole, my mothers partner
  • My Grandpa
  • The relationship I once had with my mom.
  • Having the time to read, play video games, and chill.

 

Favorite song?

  • Can’t think of a favorite but at the moment I am obsessed with Sia’s new Snowman song that just came out.

 

How old are you?

  • 34 and still going…

 

Zodiac sign?

  • The naked lady (Virgo)

 

Favorite Quote? 

  • Don’t think I have one.

 

 Favorite actor/actress?

  • Actor: Jack Nicholson
  • Actress: Whoopi Goldberg , though that was a million years ago and I’m not as obsessed as I was back then. I really like Melissa McCarthy now.

 

Favorite color?

  • Blue
  • Green – I also fancy green.

 

Loud music or soft?

  • This is a weird question, both.

 

Where do you go/what do you do when you’re sad?

  • Wherever I happen to be when I am sad. Life goes on.

 

How long does it take you to shower?

  • When I shower? Ahhh, depends if I am washing my hair or how many cracks, crevices, and limbs I have to shave.

 

 Ever been in a physical fight?

  • Sorta…

 

Turn on?

  • ((Giggles)) – Giggling does not turn me on, I am just giggling at what actually turns me on. (Wouldn’t you like to know?)

 

Turn off?

  • Stupidity
  • Know it alls
  • People who are mean for no reason
  • Dirty balls

 

 The reason I joined YouTube?

  • To make a name for myself, that’s going soo well.

 

 Fears?

  • Spiders
  • Dying

 

Last thing that made you cry

  • It was a TV show I think… no movie, it was the most current of The Planet of the Apes, cried three separate times I believe.

 

 Last time you said you loved someone?

  • Sometime today to my husband.

 

 Meaning behind your YouTube/Blogging Name?

  • GoneStalking. I stalk celebrities and blog about my experience. I got the name from Gone Fishing, you know the sign people would put in their doors at work when they are closed for the day. Thought it was nifty.

 

 Last book you read?

  • Stephen Kings Finders Keepers.

 

 The book you’re currently reading?

  • Stephen Kings, Fire Starter. Started but haven’t gotten very far. Too busy to read. ((sad face))

 

Favorite Book?

  • Don’t really have one. Under the Dome by Stephen King was really good.

 

Last show you watched

  • Does kinda watching a show your husband was watching count? It was Green Arrow, the last one I purposely watched was I think… Family Guy.

 

 Last person you talked to?

  • My co-worker Mike.

 

 The relationship between you and the person you last texted

  • My boss. He’s a pretty sweet dude.

 

 Favorite food?

  • Hmmm. I love food. Pizza is yummy, I like a good chicken burrito bowl, chips and queso are my weakness. Mostly anything with cheese.

 

  Place you want to visit?

  • Italy maybe.

 

Last place you were?

  • I guess the Music Box Supper Club, last night stalking Jeff Daniels.

 

 Do you have a crush?

  • No

 

Last time you kissed someone?

  • This morning, no tongue action.

 

 Favorite flavor of sweet?

  • …Dark Chocolate.

 

What instruments do you play?

  • Drums all day long.
  • Guitar, I can pluck a few chords.
  • Piano, I know like one song.

 

Favorite piece of jewelry?

  • Not a jewelry gal. I guess my wedding ring.

 

Last sport you played?

  • Volleyball

 

Last song you sang?

    • Jimmy Eat Word, Sweetness.

 

Favorite chat up line?

  • No.

 

Have you ever used it?

  • No

 

Last time you hung out with anyone

  • Last night, stalking in Downtown Cleveland.

 

 What I like and dislike about Lagos

  • I don’t know what this means.

 

Should parents always beat their children?

  • Always is the key word here. Only when they deserve it and by beat.. I don’t mean punching them in the face 40 times. But if they act up, they need a good smack. Kids these days are out of control, they are tiny little evil killers.

 

 Who should answer these questions next? 

  • You!

 

Jeff Daniels, Fool Me Twice.

Jeff Daniels

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HOW IT BEGAN

It was Thursday evening (11/16/17), we bundled up and headed out into the cold Cleveland night to hopefully get more than just a glimpse of Jeff Daniels.

It was about a 30 minuet drive, give or take a few minor re-routing situations.

(If you are unaware, we attended the Ben Daniels Band show a few years back. We also attempted a stalk. Click HERE for that story.)

We made it to Music Box Supper Club a smidge after 6, that would give us 2 hours before the 8pm show to hopefully snag Jeff.

$6 to park, very reasonable and it was literally like 40 feet from the building.. you couldn’t beat it.

There was a small white van parked next to a slightly larger blank van, we feared the band was already inside. We decided to wait it out, one can never be too sure.

It never rained but it was brisk and the cold was seeping into our souls, luckily for us we had the beautiful skyline to keep us company.

During this time some activity was going on outside the black bus, people kept getting on and off.

It was dark and since we were unfamiliar with the Ben Daniels band and its members we were nervous about approaching anyone without knowing their name.

A quick Google search did us no good, at one point a female got off the bus and walked by us. Pretty sure she was part of the band but we panicked and let her go by.

Shortly after that another gentleman came out of the building, he went to the white van and came back.

So I puffed out my chest and asked if he was a member of the band. He said yes, so I followed that up if we could get a picture with him.

He was very awkward, was wondering why we would want a picture, I informed him he could say no but he said yes and then asked if we were going to the show… in all that talking he slowly backed up to the door and disappeared.

Turns out he was with the other band, Davina and The Vagabonds, who also had a gig that night.

We noticed two other guys come out and grab something from the white van, we think they might have been Zack Lozier – trumpet & vocals and Steve Rogness – trombone & vocals but that’s just a guess.

More movement from the black van, which we now assessed as the Ben Daniels band van, we just didn’t know where Jeff was.

Was he in the van, was he inside already… maybe he was going to roll up 30 seconds before showtime in a fancy car with tinted windows and rush inside.

We didn’t know and it was getting closer to 8.

AND WE WAIT SOME MORE

There was more moment from the bus, people getting on and off but no Jeff yet.

At about 7:35pm, Shari heard the bus door open up. She peered around the corner and spoke frantically “Lauren, I think that’s Jeff!”, I then poked my head over in the buses direction.

I stepped off the cement and into the parking lot, never passing the white pole or approaching them in anyway.

All I could see was the back of someones head locking the bus door while a younger kid held open the secret side venue entrance.

I was 99.9% sure it was Jeff but without seeing his face, I didn’t want to call out his name.

I think part of me felt good about this situation,  I felt that he would turn around, gesture for us to come over or at least indulge us with some witty conversation.

To find out what happens NEXT please continue to read.

Jenna who was with us, yelled “Jeff” and ran but he never turned. When he started to move towards the door I could see the side of his face and knew it was him.

I said “Hey Jeff, can we get a picture real quick?” He never looked over, he never waived, he never said hi, he didn’t even flinch as he walked in.

The younger guy, who I assume was his son Ben held the door for him.

He looked over, locking his dead, cold eyes with mine and once Jeff was in the building he followed right behind, closing the door forever.

We waited a couple more minutes, I sent them a Tweet and decided to see if maybe they felt bad for ignoring us and would come back out.

With frozen toes and a broken heart we got in our car and left, as we were pulling out Shari saw what looked like Ben come out and head back to the van. That sly son of a bitch.

YOU’VE MADE AN ENEMY OUT OF ME 

Well Jeff, you did it again. You ignored your fans, not once but twice.

We gave you the benefit of the doubt and thought we’d catch you before the show, less people, less attention…easy peezy.  But you clearly wanted no part of it.

What’s worse was that you were in that bus the whole 2 hours we waited outside for you and then you could not even give us the satisfactory of a wave.

We never approached the van, we gave you your space and even when you came out we didn’t come rushing. Just 3 cute gals all bundled up looking to snag a selfie.

You don’t owe us anything but as an artist, actor, and musician it kind of comes with the territory.

This is something we won’t forget and don’t worry, the next time you’re in Cleveland traveling as your sons sidekick, we won’t bother you.

Huge shutout to Music Box Supper Club! Everyone is always polite, parking is super affordable and the atmosphere (even on the outside) is magical. Check out their upcoming concerts here!

 

 

Thank you everyone for sticking around, sorry it was an uneventful night.  Please stay tuned for more stalking stories as well as some more personal blogs from myself.

 

STALK YA LATER!

Maintaining A Regular Blog

CONFLICT OF BLOGGING CONSISTENTLY 

So here I am.

I want to blog about the random, scary, and inappropriate thoughts that float around inside my head. Most of these thoughts suffocate never to be seen or heard from, not until the next morning when I have my first bowel movement, but even then it’s too late to share em.

I sit here, trying to work but all I can think about is writing. I come here to write but I feel guilty about not getting any work done, this is clearly going to be a vicious cycle.

DOUBTING MYSELF

I’ve read those above 93 words over and over and over again, get tired and then go back to calibration documents and excel charts. I come back and have a tiny monologue with myself about the use of “bowel movement”… more gross than funny?

I clearly see my tiny corn filled ideas floating around in a white pool of water with little X’s over their eyes, but to others those creative little poop guys I see soo sharp in my mind look like regular brown turds lacking fiber. So here I’m torn with even keeping the sentence in there.

*Whispers* (I’m keeping the sentence in there)

If I go down this path of regular blogging, am I committed enough to post on a daily basis? My heart is like “HELLS YEAH” and then aggressively high fives me.

 

My brain has a sit down conversation with me on how consistently blogging looks unrealistic for me and my future…

WHAT A CONVERSATION LOOKS LIKE WITH MYSELF 

Brain: “Lauren. This sounds great and all but tell me when you’re going to find time to write?”

Me: “Shit, I mean I’ve thought about this before but I can probably make it work.”

Brain: “Monday, you work till 4 and then have an hour to maybe eat and fix your fro in the mirror before you go to bowling. After bowling, well you usually go to bed.”

Me: “I can do it at bowling, I’ve done it before.” I say feeling proud of myself.

Brain: “Correct, you have, but it’s rude. Your friends try to talk to you and you’re face is buried in your iPad, plus, you can’t really focus on your game OR your writing… can you?”

Me: “No. How about Tuesda—-“

Brain: “Tuesday you were going to say? Tuesdays you work a double, by the time you get home it’s right to bed for you.” A slight pause  “Maybe Wednesday, depending on what time your volleyball game is after work. If it’s early, you’re rushing around trying to eat something and then you’re out the door. If it’s late, you sometimes go into your 2nd job for more hours or you look for something to eat and dick around on social media… So, maybe Wednesday. We’ll hold off on that one.”

Me: “Ok, maybe Wednesdays.”

Brain: “Thursdays, work 8-9 hours and then you go to the bowing alley to watch Patrick bowl. You don’t have to but, he likes when you’re up their cheering him on. Plus you get to eat bowling alley food and drink for free because the guys love you. Thursday is also an option…”

Me: “Yeah, Thursdays are fun.”

Brain: “Fridays… the usual work and then volleyball. Same thing with how late the games are, you may go into job #2 because you need the money or you’ll sit on the couch and veg with Patrick because you have 1 million recorded shows on your DVR you have to watch.”

Me: “I can’t tell, am I crying or is it you?”

Brain: “Saturday, every Saturday you work your 2nd job and what you do after that depends on the weekend plans but usually it’s home to die… and do you want to talk about Sundays?”

Me: “Not really…”

Brain: “Sundays you get up super early and go tailgating when the Browns are in town, at least you get to drink because the pain afterwards is usually too much to bare. You get home, eat a whole pizza, watch more shows or football and then go to bed to die. Somewhere in between you’ve maybe fed the cats/turtle, showered, did laundry or dishes, sat down, or took a breath. 4 1/2 hours later you alarm goes off, it’s Monday and you’ve started that all over again. If you’re lucky the cat puke you’ll step in on your way to the bathroom won’t be super gooey and that body you’ve neglected to wash for 36 hours will be good enough for one more shower-less day, saving you time to run and snag a Red Bull before your shift starts… that’s if your bank card doesn’t decline…again.”

The End..or is it?

As you can see folks, that’s my schedule in a nutshell, give or take a few random occurrences.  There are definitely loop holes and plenty of opportunities to get some writing in but usually when that happens I am just soo exhausted that writing is the last thing on my tired mind. I’ve tried to sneak in it at work but that’s unfair to myself and my place of employment… so I steer clear of that.

IN CONCLUSION

I’ve come up with a few ways to help myself overcome this dilemma and find some time for myself and writing. Hopefully these can help you too!

  1. Jot down a few ideas, make a list of topics to write about. Pick ONE idea and periodically throughout the day think about it, if you have time… begin to write. I feel once you get those creative juices flowing it’s easier to just get to work rather then sitting at your screen thinking of something. I’ve done that where I’ll think of something all day and put together a little story in my head, it’s actually getting motivated to take that extra step and start the blogging process.
  2. Finding the time: This is a hard one. You have to be willing to give some things up, or cut some things short without turning your life upside down. For example. Maybe I can skip out on watching my husband bowl here and there, or making an hour designated to my writing directly after work or before dinner.
  3. Don’t force it, if it’s not flowing then walk away. But if those ideas come flooding in, just have some paper, a computer, or a phone handy to jot down all those nifty ideas.

 

What are some good ideas that you as a busy blogger use to help you maintain a regular blogging lifestyle? I’d LOVE to hear them.

 

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Hello,

I have been more productive on the Facebook stalking page, I find it easier. However I do love my home here and it’s more creative (I feel) as far as adding pictures, videos, links, etc.

In the meantime I have linked my Facebook feed to the right hand side of the page for those of you who continue to show up here and are disappointed by it’s lack of content.

There are stories to share and experiences we can both cry about together, I just haven’t had the time or energy to blog about them and for that I apologize.

Maybe I will just blog about random stuff daily for those in between stalker moments. Either way, thanks for still sticking around.. you know who you are ((echo…echo)).

Stalk at ya later!

Jay Leno = Let Down

JAY LENO

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Hello and welcome back!

 Tonights adventure with Shari Pollack, featuring our personal chauffeur Patrick Dodge. #JayLeno #CLE #PlayhouseSquare

Posted by GoneStalking.com on Sunday, April 26, 2015

Shari and I took off to ‪#‎Cleveland‬ Sunday night in hopes of seeing, meeting, and getting a couple of cute pictures with ‪#‎JayLeno‬ but to our disappointment we weren’t even close.
We arrived around 5:30 and joined 3 guys that were already there, they were ebayers. We talked to the one guy for a moment and he informed us Jay is super nice and will sign for everyone and sign everything/anything you have. This made us a little more excited because we weren’t sure how Mr. Leno was personally. Within the next hour or so our group had doubled, Shari and I being the only fans who were there for the joy of it and not the $$.
As we were waiting we noticed there was a lot of movement going in and out of the door. Playhouse had a lot of things going on and you could tell by the groups of men, woman, and children coming and going. Shortly after that Mr.Security Guard, Captain Hook came out and informed us that Jay Leno rolled up in a limo and walked through the main entrance doors up front and then he was going to hop into the same limo and leave right after his show.

Check out the video below.

Shari and I had a few things to think about and whether or not we wanted to believe Hook. In the past he has come out and completely lied to us to get the crowd to leave, saying they won’t come out and sign or they already left…things like that. He was very nice and Shari believed him from the start, I not so much. We bickered back and fourth, I was willing to wait till 7 but it was tricky. I was hoping he was wrong and that Jay was still in rout but it was hard to tell. After some clever investigative work, Shari found a photo on the Internet that showed Jay with his opening act inside the Playhouse.

Jay leno

Welp, that’s all we needed to know and thus we took off and made our way on foot to the casino.
Check out the video below as myself and Shari record ourselves talking about the nights festivities as we walk the streets of Cleveland.
Try to enjoy, it’s a bit random, off subject and some might find it annoying. Watch at your own risk, 🙂

We met my husband Patrick at the casino, had something to eat and then did a little gambling. I mentioned to Pat that we should head back to the Playhouse and try to catch Leno coming out but he wanted nothing to do with it…and I was only have serious.
At least we had a nice night out, a little upset our mission was a total failure. Usually when we don’t get the picture or autograph we at least get to see the celebrity, so this time around was kinda lame. We’re not even sure why he was dropped off in the front, if it was planed or a spur of the moment situation. Either way I didn’t get to meet Jay Leno and I was pissed.
When we got home another picture surfaced and this one was of Jay and 3 boys, this just made Shari and I even more salty. Never a break.
.Leno

Anyways

Thank you for your time and sorry we couldn’t report back with anything exciting.
Stay tuned for more.
us

Stalk ya later.

Once Upon a Time…I stalked a celebrity and made a blog about it.

Lets begin by saying thank YOU for stopping by and sharing in my obsessions.

I will update as much as I can, especially since I have many years of catching everyone up on my journeys but I am super busy with super awesome life things. However that is no excuse and I should force myself to entertain you and hopefully get my name out there..

The idea behind my blog is to educate the world on my celebrity encounters, good and bad. Also I am somewhat obsessed and figured what a fun way to express all this goodness with everyone.

I am excited to soon share my stories, experiences and pictures with you of the past, present, and of course many future hangouts with my favorite peoples.

 

Please hang on and enjoy the ride,

p.s. I will be setting up an option to donate bail money just in case, always good to have a backup plan.