Sassy Southern Mama

During my twenty year career in industry, I had some very demanding jobs. I was a warehouse manager, bottle line, keg line, can line, draught line, AND maintenance manager in a brewery setting. I was a maintenance manager in a distribution center. I was an inbound manager in a distribution center and a training manager in the same distribution center. Now some may read this and say, "Those aren't hard jobs!" And they would be right, in most circumstances. However, I don't think I ever had the ideal employment circumstances. Let me start by saying I loved most of my jobs. I loved them because I loved the people who worked under me, and NOT the people I worked under. The majority of my bosses were under-qualified and over-confident in their abilities. I often found myself doing two jobs just to keep departments afloat. Now I am disabled and no longer able to work outside of the home and I have found that the hardest job ever is motherhood! My son, Phoenix, is seven....

As I sit here on this gloomy Sunday afternoon, planning the week ahead, I have a feeling longing that I can't explain. It's as if I am unfulfilled and missing something in my life. Although my life is not a bed of roses (more like a cot of thorny rose stems), I really can't complain about it. My health isn't the best, but I'm still alive. My son is thriving. My husband loves me (I think). So what is it that I am longing for in my heart? Since I was 17 years old, I have been self-sufficient. At 25, I moved away from my family for my job. I have been lucky enough to travel the country, usually at someone else's expense and see lots of things I couldn't have imagined I would. Being so far away from my family, and working a job with strict rules about taking time off made things hard sometimes. I missed birthdays and funerals and graduations. Coming from a close-knit family, this was hard for me. When my sister died in 2013, I adopted the motto "NO REGR...

It's been another three years since I last posted. So much has changed in this long, short period. I am finally comfortable in my new role as disabled mama. I have started two businesses and stopped one. The nonprofit is going well. I really need to get better at this blogging thing. I have so much that I want to say to the world, and so little time to say it. Ha! Isn't that the way life is? I turned forty-one in November. My sister was forty-one when she died. This year has me scared. I have had a few health scares, but I am still living. I am on a serious weight-loss journey. This time I am sticking with it. Lol! I know. I say that every time, but this time I'm for real. We recently got a puppy. Her name is Raven and she's a black lab. She is already spoiled rotten. Between taking care of her and my son (who has autism), life is never boring! Sometimes locking myself in the bathroom is necessary, if only for a few minutes of solitude...as my son twists and turns t...

Today is Febuary 14, 2015. Wow! Where has time gone? Since my last post, I have become disabled, relocated AGAIN, and tried to adjust to life as a woman who cannot work. It's really hard for me. I've had a job of some sort since I was 15 years old. At 18, I started working for Fortune 50 companies, eventually going into management and staying there for 15 years. I have managed more people than I ever want to admit to, and fired a few, too. I'm not going to say I loved working because I didn't. I never really felt like I had a career, I felt that I was working in order to have money. All of my jobs paid well and allowed me to have a very good lifestyle. I have traveled a lot and gotten to do things that most people only dream of. In 2011, I gave birth to my only son. When he was 4 months old, I took a job with the worlds largest online retailer and had to leave him for two months. Although I was home every weekend. I still regret leaving him at such an early age. In 20...

Ugh! My posts are becoming more and more infrequent. Since my last post, I had my baby, relocated again, got married, and most recently lost my dear sister. It's hard to put into words how my heart has been broken. On March 9, we lost my sister unexpectedly. The days since have been a whirlwind of emotions. It's like crying is the only way to ease the pain, but I can't cry enough tears to make the pain stop. Nika had been the center of our family for so long, that it is hard to go through the day without being mad that she's gone. In Nika's honor, I have started a scholarship fund, but it hurts me even more that no one is donating to it. I have had five donations totaling $310 since March 16, which I guess is pretty good, but I want to be able to help students this year. I will not stop working until I get this the way that it should be.

I didn't realize it had been so long since I last posted. It's been almost two years and sooo much has changed. I left my job in Jacksonville and moved back to Georgia (Savannah). I got un-engaged in a very dramatic way. I met someone else and started in a new relationship and now I'm pregnant! Who would have ever thought that at the age of 34 I would be pregnant with my first child? I am so happy and so scared. Not sure if I will be a good mom or not, but I know I have loved him since all four of those pregnancy tests said "positive." Anyway, I will post again soon because there is so much that I need to tell you, but right now I have to go!