Perimenopause Is Kicking My Ass: A Survival Story 11 Years in the Making

Posted on July 17, 2025July 20, 2025 by gigis ramblings

When It All Started

If you had told me back in 2014 that I’d still be riding the perimenopause rollercoaster in 2025, I would’ve laughed in your face. Then again, maybe I wouldn’t—because I’d be too busy squinting through an ocular migraine, bloated like I swallowed a watermelon, and Googling “what does a stroke feel like?” at 2:30 a.m.

I hit puberty early, had kids early, and pretty much ran my reproductive system like a demolition derby. So yeah, maybe it makes sense that the “change” kicked in sooner than average. But 11 years? That ain’t a change—that’s a damn lifestyle.

The First Symptom: What the Hell Was That?

My periods were once like a Swiss watch—every 28 days, no fuss, no drama. I naïvely assumed menopause would be the same. Spoiler alert: it is not.

My first warning sign? An ocular migraine. I wasn’t even a headache person, so when I suddenly started seeing through what looked like a vibrating Coke bottle, I panicked. I thought I was having a stroke. That led to my first of many ER visits, CT scans, and puzzled doctors who all patted my head and told me I was “fine.” Except I wasn’t.

Heart Racing, Bloating, and Full-On Night Terrors

Not long after the migraines, I started waking up around 2-3 a.m. with my heart racing like I was being chased by something invisible and terrifying. My stomach would swell up like I was nine months pregnant, and the acid reflux would hit like a freight train. The cycle always ended the same: me freezing cold, shaky, and sure I was dying.

Turns out, these were nocturnal panic attacks—but they weren’t just “in my head.” I later learned the connection between gut issues and the vagus nerve. When my bloated stomach compressed that nerve, it triggered heart palpitations and panic. Vicious cycle, right?

These episodes led to countless EKGs, a panic disorder diagnosis, and one incredibly unhelpful doctor who refused to believe hormones were the root cause. I bought a KardiaMobile (a portable EKG), taught myself how to read it, and started using Calm magnesium powder and beta blockers at night. That combo has helped a ton—but those episodes? Still scary as hell.

Overachiever Hormones: Because Normal Would Be Too Easy

Most women my age with thyroid issues develop hypothyroidism. Not me. I went full throttle with hyperthyroidism. Racing heart? Check. Sky-high anxiety? Check. It took a kind-hearted ER doc following a hunch to even catch it.

A couple years in, things got real weird. I had a full year of bizarre neurological symptoms—brief waves of heat through my tongue, weird little patches of chill bumps (always near my right knee), and eye floaters that looked like black worms swimming across my vision. Then came the daily headaches. Three months straight of head pain and a doctor who thought 800mg of Advil every six hours was a sustainable plan.

That little plan destroyed my gut, left scar tissue on my liver, and killed my gallbladder. My food started going through me undigested—yes, as gross as it sounds—and I was sick for two full years while everyone shrugged.

The Gallbladder Saga

My gallbladder wasn’t your typical lazy slacker. Oh no, mine was hyperkinetic—constantly dumping bile, whether it was needed or not. My white blood cells were sky high, my face was flushed, and I was running out of energy and patience. It took forever to get a diagnosis, and even then, most surgeons in my area wouldn’t touch it.

Thanks to the internet and some life-saving Facebook groups, I figured out how to manage it myself with TUDCA, ox bile, and digestive enzymes. If I skip my enzymes for a couple days, I feel it immediately. But with them? I can function like a semi-normal human.

Weight Gain, Anemia, and the Ice Cravings from Hell

I gained weight—some from the hormonal chaos, some from steroid treatments, and all of it against my will. Then the heavy periods started turning into hemorrhages, and I became severely anemic. I ended up needing iron transfusions. Anemia brought its own party favors: hair loss, constant dizziness, and an uncontrollable craving for ice. Like, I go through two 10-pound bags of Sonic ice every single week.

Normal Symptoms? Yep, Got Those Too

Joint pain? Sure, but I knocked that out with collagen peptides. Mood swings? You bet. Brain fog? Constantly walking into rooms and forgetting why. Random body aches, brittle nails, dry skin, hormonal acne, sleepless nights—you name it, I’ve probably had it.

Hot flashes, though? Strangely, I’ve never had one. That’s one thing I hope stays off my perimenopause bingo card.

Why Don’t Women Talk About This?

I spent years thinking I was losing my mind. My doctor dismissed me. My symptoms didn’t fit the neat little boxes. I joined several perimenopause Facebook groups, and finally—finally—I stopped feeling so alone. Turns out, millions of us are silently suffering because nobody wants to talk about the reality of perimenopause.

So now, I talk about it. I make sure my daughters know exactly what this phase of life can look like. I even keep a spreadsheet to track my cycles, symptoms, supplements, and mood swings. You know, like a hormonal war journal.

Will It Ever End?

The average woman spends 4–5 years in perimenopause. Some are lucky with just a year or two. And then there’s me—year 11, holding strong, breaking records, and earning gold stars in reproductive overachievement.

Maybe one day I’ll write a book about this whole chaotic journey—assuming I survive it. But for now, I’ll keep managing my symptoms, advocating for myself, and sharing my story so other women don’t feel as lost as I did.

Because if perimenopause is going to kick my ass, the least I can do is drag it into the light and give it a name.

Lisa Crow contributed to this article. She is a true crime junkie and lifestyle blogger based in Waco, Texas. Lisa is the Head of Content at Gigi’s Ramblings and Southern Bred Crime Junkie. She spends her free time traveling when she can and making memories with her large family which consists of six children and fifteen grandchildren.

What It Means to Be Okay with Stillness

Posted on July 16, 2025July 17, 2025 by gigis ramblings

Image by Kirill Averianov from Pixabay

In a world that praises hustle and constant movement, stillness can feel like laziness or wasted time. But being okay with stillness isn’t about giving up—it’s about learning how to be present without needing to fill every moment.

Let’s talk about why stillness matters, what it really means, and how you can start to feel comfortable with it.

Stillness Isn’t Emptiness

Stillness isn’t the absence of productivity. It’s not doing nothing—it’s allowing your mind and body a chance to just be. That could look like sitting on the porch watching the wind blow, or lying in bed without reaching for your phone.

It’s in these quiet moments that we often hear the thoughts we’ve been drowning out. Stillness gives space for clarity, reflection, and even creativity.

Why We Resist Stillness

Many of us were raised to believe that doing more is always better. So when we sit still, we start to feel guilty. Our brains whisper things like:

“You should be doing something.”
“This is lazy.”
“You’re falling behind.”

But none of those things are true. They’re just the noise of a world that equates worth with busyness.

How to Start Embracing Stillness

Learning to be okay with stillness takes time. It’s a skill, just like anything else. Here’s how to ease into it:

Start Small

You don’t have to sit in silence for hours. Try taking five minutes a day to pause—no screens, no music, no multitasking. Just breathe.

Redefine Productivity

Stillness can be productive in its own way. It’s where you recover, recharge, and reconnect with yourself.

Pay Attention to What Shows Up

When you sit still, you might feel discomfort at first. Let it come. Notice it without judgment. The more you practice, the easier it gets.

The Quiet Moments Hold Power

Stillness doesn’t mean you’ve stopped growing. In fact, growth often begins in the quiet. It’s in the pause that we find strength, balance, and sometimes even answers we’ve been chasing for too long.

Being okay with stillness means giving yourself permission to rest, to listen, and to just be. Not because you earned it—but because you deserve it.

How I Know Someone Is My Kind of Person

Posted on July 14, 2025July 15, 2025 by gigis ramblings

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You know that feeling when you meet someone, and within five minutes you’re thinking, Yep, we could absolutely cause a little trouble together? Not in a let’s-get-arrested way—though I won’t rule that out—but in a we get each other kind of way. That, my friend, is how I know someone is my kind of person.

It’s not always obvious at first. Sometimes it sneaks up on you, like when you bond over the same childhood snack or a mutual hatred for folding laundry. But there are a few telltale signs I’ve learned to spot over the years. Let’s get into it.

They Laugh at the Same Ridiculous Stuff

If you can cackle over the same offbeat meme, sarcastic one-liner, or poorly timed dad joke—I already like you. I’m not talking about fake politeness laughter either. I mean the deep, belly-shaking kind that makes you wipe tears and say, “Stop, I can’t breathe!”

Bonus points if they can deliver a joke just as well as they can appreciate one. My kind of people know how to be both the comic and the audience.

They’re Not Scared of a Little Real Talk

Listen, I don’t have time for surface-level small talk all day. If you can go from “How’s your day?” to “Here’s what keeps me up at night” in one conversation—we’re gonna be just fine.

I like people who can shoot the breeze about reality TV one second, then flip the script and talk about their biggest fears or deepest dreams without skipping a beat. Life’s too short to fake it, and my kind of folks? They keep it real.

They Love Food Like I Do

Food is my love language. I can tell real quick if you’re my people based on how you react to a plate of nachos or always ready to make a late-night taco stand run. If you’re the type who sends pictures of what you’re eating or invites people over just because you made too much banana pudding—you’re in.

Also, if we both agree that late-night snacks hit different and there’s no such thing as “too much cheese,” you might as well go ahead and move in.

They’re Loyal Without Even Trying

I don’t need someone who’s perfect. I need someone who’s solid. If you’re the type to show up without being asked, defend your people without hesitation, and still check in just because—it’s already settled. You’re one of mine.

My kind of people don’t keep score. They give, they love, they stay—and not for attention or points. It’s just who they are. That kind of loyalty? Rare as a gas station with clean bathrooms. And when I find it, I hold on tight.

They’re Just the Right Amount of Weird

Let me tell you, boring people stress me out. If you can be weird with me—like we make up songs about the dog weird—you’re my kind of person. Life’s already hard. I want the kind of friend who sends me random voice memos, talks to plants, or names their car.

It’s the quirks that make the connection. I don’t need polished. I need genuine. And a little weirdness? That’s the secret ingredient.

They Show Up in the Little Ways

It’s not just about grand gestures. Sometimes, it’s the text that says, “Thought of you when I saw this,” or the person who always tags you in stuff because they know it’ll make you smile.

It’s remembering your favorite scent or calling you out (lovingly) when you’re being dramatic. My kind of person knows the power of small things done with a big heart.

They Let Me Be Me

This one right here might be the most important. If I can fully be myself around you—no code-switching, no eggshells, no overthinking—you’ve passed the ultimate test.

Whether I’m being loud and silly or quiet and deep, you never make me feel like I need to shrink to fit in. You see me, flaws and all, and still stick around. That’s everything.

Final Thoughts

At the end of the day, my kind of people make life easier. They bring peace, not pressure. They make me laugh when I feel like crying and remind me who I am when I forget.

They’re the ones who feel like home, even if we’ve only just met. And if you’ve got someone like that in your life—hold onto them tight. Tell them. Celebrate them. Because finding your kind of people? That’s one of the best parts of this whole messy, beautiful life.

A Quiet Day That Didn’t Feel Quiet at All

Posted on July 5, 2025July 6, 2025 by gigis ramblings

Photo courtesy: Jessica Silcox

It’s been raining non-stop here. The kind of steady, gray rain that keeps everything still. I stayed in bed most of the day—worked a little, prayed a lot, and kept the news on the entire time.

The Hill Country Is on My Mind

The rescue efforts out of the Hill Country have consumed me. As of right now, there have been 50 confirmed deaths—14 of them children. Most of those little ones were from Camp Mystic. That number keeps hitting me like a punch to the chest. It’s not just a tragic story on the news—it’s personal.

I See My Grandgirls in Their Faces

Every time I see a photo of one of those girls, I think of my grandgirls. I can’t help it. I see their faces. I think about how excited those campers probably were just days ago. I think about the parents who trusted they’d be safe. And I think about the families now living out their worst nightmare. My grandson was just at church camp last week! My anxiety has been through the roof. I can’t stop thinking about the what-ifs.

Just a Few Months Ago…

We were in that same part of the Hill Country just a few months back. I’ve talked before about how much I love it out there. It’s one of my favorite places in Texas. At that time, it was bone dry. The rivers were too low to float. No swimming. No boating. Nothing. And now—just like that—it’s completely different. The weather turned deadly in hours. It’s hard to wrap my head around how fast it all changed.

A Day of Grief and Prayer

I didn’t do much today in the traditional sense. I didn’t clean the house or run errands or even leave my bed for long. But I felt everything today. I prayed harder than I have in a long time. I cried for people I don’t know. I sat with the weight of it all and tried to process something that doesn’t make sense.

I Won’t Forget

Even when the news coverage slows down, I won’t forget today. I won’t forget those children or the families left behind. I won’t forget the fear I felt watching it unfold or the helplessness that settled in my chest. The next time I’m in the Hill Country I will make sure I pay my respects like I always do when visiting the Devil’s Backbone.

July Horoscopes with a Side of Grits

Posted on July 1, 2025July 2, 2025 by gigis ramblings

It’s hotter than a billy goat in a pepper patch, and the stars are actin’ up again, y’all. July’s bringin’ some cosmic chaos with a side of sweet tea. Whether you’re settin’ off fireworks or settin’ boundaries, this month’s horoscopes come with a little Southern twist—because even the zodiac deserves some charm and cornbread.

Aries (March 21 – April 19)

Mood: Firecracker with a fuse
You’re feelin’ bold and bossy, like your meemaw when someone messes with her deviled eggs recipe. Channel that energy into something productive before you burn a bridge or bless someone’s heart a little too hard.

Southern Sayin’: “Don’t start nothin’, won’t be nothin’.”

Taurus (April 20 – May 20)

Mood: Porch sittin’ and pie eatin’
You’re all about comfort this month—whether it’s comfort food, comfort TV, or just a good nap with the fan on high. Don’t let folks guilt you for takin’ it slow. You’re preservin’ your peace and your air conditioning bill.

Southern Sayin’: “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”

Gemini (May 21 – June 20)

Mood: Two-step between chaos and charm
You’re busier than a mosquito at a nudist colony. But sugar, try to focus. July’s got opportunities comin’ in hot, but if you don’t pick a lane, you’re gonna miss the exit—and maybe a BBQ invite, too.

Southern Sayin’: “You can’t ride two horses with one behind.”

Cancer (June 21 – July 22)

Mood: Soft shell, spicy center
You’re extra tender right now, and that’s okay. Wrap yourself up in something cozy (preferably monogrammed), and don’t be afraid to cry over country songs or grocery store commercials. Lean into feelin’ it all.

Southern Sayin’: “Sometimes you just need a good cry and a casserole.”

Leo (July 23 – August 22)

Mood: Pageant queen energy
It’s your season, darlin’, and you are feelin’ yourself. Take the spotlight, but try not to hog the mic at karaoke night. You’re magnetic, loud, and just the right amount of dramatic—but don’t forget to share that shine.

Southern Sayin’: “You ain’t gotta be loud to be seen—but it sure helps.”

Virgo (August 23 – September 22)

Mood: Blessin’ messes left and right
You’re organized, focused, and absolutely done with everyone else’s disorganization. But slow down, sugarplum. Not everybody folds their towels the way you do—and that’s okay (even if they’re wrong).

Southern Sayin’: “Fix your own plate before worryin’ about mine.”

Libra (September 23 – October 22)

Mood: Floatin’ like a paper fan in church
You’re tryin’ to keep the peace, but July’s got drama poppin’ up like uninvited cousins at a cookout. Set some boundaries, drink your water, and remember: mind ya business. Stay safe out here, my fellow Libras!

Southern Sayin’: “You ain’t gotta attend every fuss you’re invited to.”

Scorpio (October 23 – November 21)

Mood: Mystery with a mason jar full of secrets
You’re broodin’ like a storm over the Gulf, and folks are curious what’s brewin’. Let ‘em wonder. July’s a good time to be strategic, play it cool, and maybe plot your next big move in the shadows like a catfish waitin’ for bait.

Southern Sayin’: “Still waters run deep—and probably hold grudges.”

Sagittarius (November 22 – December 21)

Mood: Wild like a bull out the gate
You’ve got the travel bug worse than ever. If you can’t hit the road, at least hit the drive-thru for somethin’ fried and smothered. Just don’t let that restless spirit make you reckless with your words. Mind your manners, even when you’re wildin’.

Southern Sayin’: “Don’t let your mouth overload your ass.”

Capricorn (December 22 – January 19)

Mood: Workin’ like it’s harvest season
You’re stackin’ goals like Granny stacks her coupon drawer. July’s got money moves and responsibility written all over it—but don’t forget to take your boots off and rest a spell. You’re no good to nobody runnin’ on fumes.

Southern Sayin’: “Even tractors need to cool off now and then.”

Aquarius (January 20 – February 18)

Mood: Wacky, wild, and a little wonderful
You’re beatin’ to your own drum, as usual, and July only encourages that. Keep innovatin’, keep dreamin’, but maybe tether yourself to reality before someone calls Mama to come get you off the roof again.

Southern Sayin’: “You ain’t right—and that’s what we love about you.”

Pisces (February 19 – March 20)

Mood: Sensitive like a biscuit in a rainstorm
You’re extra intuitive this month, pickin’ up on vibes nobody else can feel. That’s a gift, sugar, but it can wear you down. Protect your energy like you protect your grandma’s cornbread recipe.

Southern Sayin’: “Not every pot’s yours to stir.”

Whether you’re sweatin’ through your tank top or leanin’ into some big life shifts, July’s a wild ride, honey. Let the stars guide you—but remember, down South, we trust our gut and our Mammaw’s advice just as much.

Now go on, check your moon sign and grab some watermelon.

I’m Not a Morning Person, But Here’s What Helps

Posted on June 25, 2025June 27, 2025 by gigis ramblings

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I wake up at 5 a.m. most mornings—not because I want to, but because my husband has to be at work before sunrise. And since I’m the unofficial unpaid family Uber driver, I don’t have a choice. I’ve never been a morning person and probably never will be, but I’ve figured out how to survive the early hours without being a complete gremlin.

If you’ve got a job, a spouse, a kid, or a dog dragging you out of bed before the sun even thinks about rising, here’s what actually helps.

I Set My Alarm to Something That Doesn’t Scare Me Half to Death

No sirens. No buzzing. No angry robot sounds. I set my alarm to a soft tone that gently wakes me up. It’s still awful, but it doesn’t make me throw my phone across the room. I’m already getting up before most humans—I don’t need a mini heart attack on top of it.

I Don’t Think—I Just Move

If I sit there even five seconds too long, I’ll talk myself out of getting up. So I have one rule: don’t think. I roll out of bed like it’s a fire drill. Groggy? Yep. Grumpy? Probably. But if I just get my body moving, my brain eventually catches up… around the time I hit the driveway.

Lights On Immediately (Even If I Hate It)

My eyeballs hate it, but I turn the lights on the second I stand up. No dim cozy vibes here—this ain’t a spa. Bright lights flip the switch in my brain that says, “Fine, I’m awake.” It works faster than caffeine. (Which I don’t even drink—bless all y’all coffee folks, but I’m not one of you.)

I Keep It Quiet and Calm (I Ain’t Got Words Yet)

I don’t want to hear the news, a podcast, or even happy people talking before the sun comes up. Instead, I ease into the day by reading or just silence. Santiago knows better than to ask questions that require real answers before I drop him off. Early morning peace = survival.

I Reward Myself When I Get Home

The only thing that keeps me from spiraling into a sleepy rage is knowing I’ve got a little reward waiting when I get back. A warm shower, a cozy blanket, maybe 15 minutes of reading, scrolling, or doing nothing before the rest of the day starts. If I can just get past the drop-off, I earn that moment.

I Don’t Pretend to Be a Morning Person

I’m not baking muffins or journaling in the moonlight. I’m not doing stretches by candlelight. I’m up because I have to be, and I make the best of it—but I don’t fake it. If you’re forcing yourself through early mornings, give yourself grace. Some of us aren’t wired to love the a.m. grind, and that’s perfectly fine.

I still grumble. I still hit snooze once. But I get it done. And over time, I’ve built little routines that help make the mornings feel less brutal. I may never love early mornings—but I’ve learned how to live with them.

Crimes Committed During Heatwaves—Coincidence?

Posted on June 19, 2025June 21, 2025 by gigis ramblings

When the heat cranks up, so does the chaos. But is there really a connection between rising temperatures and rising crime, or is it all just a sweaty coincidence?

Let’s take a look at the facts, theories, and real-life stories that make heatwave crime a hot topic—literally.

The Link Between Heat and Crime

More than a few studies have suggested that extreme heat can mess with our moods. When the temperature spikes, so can aggression. Researchers have even coined the term “heat hypothesis”—the idea that hot weather increases irritability, impulsivity, and ultimately violent behavior.

In short: hot people are cranky people. And cranky people sometimes make bad decisions.

Heatwave Crime Stats Don’t Lie

You don’t have to dig too deep to find proof that summer and crime often go hand-in-hand. Here’s what the numbers say:

Violent crime rates tend to increase during the summer months, especially during prolonged heatwaves
Crimes like assault, robbery, and domestic disputes are among the most reported during high temps
Cities like Chicago, New York, and Phoenix consistently see spikes in criminal activity during hot spells

It’s not just about being mad, either. More people are out and about in the summer, which can naturally lead to more confrontations. Mix that with heat exhaustion and a short fuse? That’s a recipe for trouble.

Famous Crimes That Happened in the Heat

Sometimes, the heat even leaves its mark on famous cases. Take a look at these notable crimes committed during scorching weather:

David Berkowitz, aka the Son of Sam, terrorized New York City during the sweltering summer of 1977
The Watts Riots of 1965 broke out during a heatwave in Los Angeles
The 1995 Chicago heatwave didn’t just claim lives due to temperature—it also saw a sharp rise in crime as city services were overwhelmed

Was it all because of the heat? Maybe not entirely—but it certainly didn’t help.

Why Hot Weather Makes Us Act Out

So why do tempers flare when the temperature does? Experts say it boils down to a few key factors:

Discomfort: Sweating, sunburns, and sleepless nights can make anyone moody
Dehydration: Lack of water can cloud judgment and mess with your emotions
Lack of escape: If you don’t have access to AC or a pool, you’re more likely to feel trapped and irritated

Put all that together and suddenly that guy yelling in the parking lot doesn’t seem so surprising.

Is It Really Just the Heat?

Here’s the twist—some experts argue that it’s not just the thermometer we should be watching. They point to factors like:

Longer daylight hours, which give people more time to get into trouble
Increased alcohol consumption, especially at outdoor events and parties
School being out, which can leave teens and young adults unsupervised and bored

So while heat may play a part, it’s probably not the only reason summer gets a little lawless.

How to Stay Cool and Stay Outta Trouble

Look, we all get a little edgy when it feels like we’re baking from the inside out. But staying cool—literally and emotionally—can help you avoid becoming a heatwave crime statistic. Try these tips:

Hydrate like it’s your job
Find air-conditioned spaces if you can
Avoid conflicts—walk away when things start heating up
Check in on your people, especially the vulnerable ones who may be struggling in the heat

Final Thoughts: Coincidence? Maybe Not.

While the jury’s still out on whether heatwaves cause crime, the connection is hard to ignore. Heat makes us uncomfortable, impatient, and on edge—and in the right (or wrong) circumstances, that can lead to trouble.

So next time you feel yourself boiling over during a hot Texas summer, take a deep breath and grab a glass of ice water. Trust me—it’s better than ending up in a police report.

Life Hacks from a Southern Mama

Posted on June 3, 2025June 3, 2025 by gigis ramblings

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When you’ve been raisin’ babies, cleanin’ messes, stretchin’ paychecks, and runnin’ a house full of chaos for more years than you can count, you learn a few things. Some call it wisdom. We call it Southern Mama Survival Mode—and honey, it’s a powerful thing.

Here’s a list of home and life hacks straight from my Southern heart to yours. They’re practical, a little ridiculous, and downright brilliant if I do say so myself.

Keep a Gallon Ziploc Bag in the Freezer for “Soup Starters”

Don’t throw out those leftover veggies, chicken scraps, or even that last spoonful of rice. Toss ’em in a Ziploc bag labeled “Soup Starter” and keep it in the freezer. Once it’s full, dump it in a pot with broth and some seasonin’. Boom. Free dinner.

Use a Pillowcase to Clean Ceiling Fan Blades (Without Gaggin’)

Slide a pillowcase over the blade, squeeze it shut, and pull. It traps the dust inside so it don’t go flyin’ all over your room and your fresh-washed sheets. Learned this one after sneezin’ through spring cleanin’ like a fool.

Mason Jars Ain’t Just Cute—They’re the Ultimate Organizer

Store dry goods, cotton balls, Q-tips, nuts, bolts, leftover paint, bobby pins, or spare change. If it fits, it sits. Bonus points if you write on the lid with a Sharpie like your Granny used to.

Line Trash Cans with Newspaper Before Adding the Bag

This one’s pure gold: lay some newspaper at the bottom of your trash can before you put the bag in. It’ll soak up leaks, fight odors, and keep stuff from stickin’. Just like Mama’s gossip—absorbs the mess before it gets outta hand.

Ice Cubes Fix Carpet Dents Like Magic

You know those lil’ craters your furniture leaves behind in the carpet? Drop an ice cube on it, let it melt, then fluff with a spoon or fork. Works like a charm—no lie. Just don’t forget the towel underneath unless you want a surprise puddle.

Put a Lazy Susan Under the Sink

Tired of crawlin’ around under the sink just to reach the dish soap? Toss a Lazy Susan under there and spin your way to sanity. Works great in the fridge too for sauces, dressings, and that jar of pickles nobody eats but still insists on keepin’.

Lemons + Vinegar = Southern Mama’s Miracle Cleaner

Soak lemon peels in white vinegar for two weeks in a jar. Strain it, and you’ve got the best all-purpose cleaner this side of the Mississippi. Smells good, cleans better, and makes you feel like you’ve got your life together—even if the dog just threw up on the rug.

Keep Dryer Sheets in Your Drawers and Suitcases

Not just for laundry! Tuck a dryer sheet in drawers, shoes, or your suitcase when packin’. I also throw one in each pillowcase when I wash them each Sunday. It’ll keep everything smellin’ fresh and remind you of clean laundry—even if the laundry pile’s taller than your grandkids.

Use a Hanging Shoe Organizer for Snacks or Cleaning Supplies

Hang it on the pantry door or in the laundry room. Each pocket holds granola bars, spice packets, wipes, dusters—whatever you’re tired of diggin’ for. If it can fit in a flip-flop, it can fit in here.

Set a “Power Hour” Timer and Tackle What You Can

Turn on your favorite playlist, set a 60-minute timer, and go full ham. Clean, organize, pay bills—whatever needs attention. You’ll be amazed how much you get done without scrollin’ your whole day away.

White Bread Removes Scuff Marks (And That’s Not a Joke)

Got marks on your wall or shoes? Take a piece of plain ol’ white bread, ball it up, and rub it gently over the spot. It lifts scuffs like magic. Bonus: You can eat the crust while you clean.

Store Sheets Inside Their Matching Pillowcase

Fold up your fitted and flat sheets, tuck ’em inside one of the pillowcases, and store the whole bundle together. That way, when it’s time to change the bed, you ain’t diggin’ through a linen closet like you’re on a treasure hunt.

Rubber Bands on a Paint Can = Mess-Free Brushing

Stretch a rubber band across the opening of a paint can and use it to wipe your brush on instead of the rim. Keeps the can clean, your hands tidy, and your tongue from sayin’ things you’ll have to apologize for in church.

Turn a Cake Stand Into a Fancy Sink Organizer

Put a cake stand beside your sink and load it with soap, sponges, and lotion. Looks cute, keeps things off the counter, and makes you feel just a little fancy—like “bless-your-heart-but-don’t-touch-my-soap” fancy.

A Southern mama knows that sometimes the best fix isn’t fancy—it’s resourceful, simple, and straight from the heart. These hacks ain’t from Pinterest, baby. They’re from real-life livin’, learnin’, and a little trial and error (and maybe one exploded casserole).

Try a few, pass ’em on, and don’t forget: if duct tape and sweet tea can’t fix it, you probably just need a nap.

Lisa Crow contributed to this article. She is a true crime junkie and lifestyle blogger based in Waco, Texas. Lisa is the Head of Content at Gigi’s Ramblings and Southern Bred True Crime Junkie. She spends her free time traveling when she can and making memories with her large family which consists of six children and fifteen grandchildren.

My Brain at 2 AM vs My Brain at 2 PM

Posted on May 31, 2025June 1, 2025 by gigis ramblings

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Ever notice how your brain transforms depending on the time of day? At 2 PM, you’re usually trying to function like a real adult. But at 2 AM? Suddenly you’re a philosopher, a creative genius, and maybe even a part-time stand-up comic. Let’s break down the chaos and clarity that comes with each.

The 2 PM Brain: Responsible…ish

By 2 PM, you’ve likely had a full morning of meetings, errands, or kid chaos. Your brain? It’s clocked in, but it’s tired. This is the hour when:

You forget why you walked into a room
You reread the same email three times
You make to-do lists that include “make a to-do list”

It’s that afternoon slump where you’re mentally present but running on fumes. You’re too responsible to take a nap but too exhausted to solve world problems. I’m usually driving around this time – kinda scary!

The 2 AM Brain: Unhinged but Brilliant

Then there’s 2 AM. You should be sleeping. Instead, your brain’s decided it’s time to revisit that awkward thing you said in 2011. But also? It’s weirdly on fire.

This is the hour of:

Random life revelations
Deep thoughts like, “What if dogs see time differently?”
Sudden motivation to reorganize your entire closet
Unstoppable creative energy… for absolutely no reason

You’ll convince yourself that tomorrow is the day you finally change your life. And you’ll believe it. Until, of course, 2 PM rolls around again. Sound familiar?

Why Is This Even a Thing?

There’s actually a name for this nighttime overthinking: revenge bedtime procrastination. It’s when you delay sleep to regain control of your day—especially if your daytime hours are packed with obligations. Your brain rebels, choosing chaos over rest.

Meanwhile, your afternoon fog is thanks to the body’s natural circadian rhythm. That 2 PM dip is real, and it’s why you reach for caffeine, carbs, or a comfy couch.

How to Outsmart Your Brain’s Schedule

Want to keep your 2 PM brain from dragging and your 2 AM brain from spiraling? Try this:

Limit screen time before bed
Do your creative work earlier in the day
Set a “wind down” alarm at night like you do a morning one
Schedule short breaks around 2 PM to reset your focus

Final Thoughts: Same Brain, Different Vibes

Your brain isn’t broken—it’s just running different software at different times. At 2 PM, it’s stuck in survival mode. At 2 AM, it’s vibing with the universe. And somehow, we need both.

Whether you’re answering emails or contemplating the meaning of life while staring at the ceiling, give your brain a little grace. It’s doing the best it can… on barely enough sleep.

Interesting Read: The Glorious Concept of the Shower Beer

The Glorious Concept of the Shower Beer

Posted on May 22, 2025May 23, 2025 by gigis ramblings

If you’ve never cracked open a cold one in the shower, you’re missing out on one of life’s most underrated joys. A shower beer is exactly what it sounds like: sipping a refreshing beer while standing under hot water. It sounds weird until you try it. Then it becomes a vibe—an escape, a reward, a celebration. It’s that moment when hot steam meets ice-cold brew, and suddenly the world feels just a little better.

The Best Kind of Multitasking

You’re getting clean and catching a buzz at the same time. That’s efficiency. Whether you’re winding down after a long day, pre-gaming for a night out, or just enjoying a lazy Saturday afternoon, adding a beer to your shower routine levels it all the way up. It’s the working adult’s answer to balancing productivity and pleasure. You’ve earned that beer—and now you don’t even have to wait until you towel off to enjoy it.

Why It Hits Different

It’s the contrast that does it. The warm water relaxes your muscles and melts away the stress, while the crisp, cold beer shocks your taste buds to life. That first sip? Pure magic. The rest of the beer? A smooth ride. Plus, your senses are heightened in the shower. Everything tastes better, smells stronger, and hits a little harder. It’s a whole experience, not just a drink.

A Mini Vacation You Can Have Anytime

No need for travel plans or PTO. A shower beer is an instant escape. You step into your own personal steam room, crank up your favorite playlist, and sip like you’re on vacation. No crowds, no lines, no bartenders giving you attitude. Just you, your shower, and that beautiful can of beer.

The Ritual of Relaxation

Shower beers are more than a trend—they’re a ritual. They mark the end of something stressful and the start of something better. Done with work? Beer in the shower. Beat a tough workout? Beer in the shower. Just want to vibe out? You already know. It’s the easiest way to elevate your mood with zero effort.

Tips for the Perfect Shower Beer

Not all beers are built for the steam room. Go for something light and crisp. Think lagers, pilsners, or wheat beers. Skip anything too heavy or too boozy. You want refreshing, not overwhelming. Also, always use a can. Glass in the shower is just asking for a bad time. Pro tip: stick it in the freezer for 10 minutes beforehand for that extra chill.

SEO Gold: Why Shower Beers Are Going Viral

Search volume for “shower beer” is climbing, and it’s easy to see why. It’s relatable, it’s meme-worthy, and it’s part of a larger trend toward small self-care habits that make a big impact. People are looking for ways to relax at home without spending a fortune—and a shower beer costs less than a latte and does way more for your soul.

Final Sip: Treat Yourself

You don’t need a reason to enjoy a shower beer—just a moment to yourself and your favorite cold brew. It’s simple, satisfying, and just the right amount of ridiculous. So next time you’re about to hop in the shower, grab a can, hit play on a good song, and let yourself indulge in the ultimate form of low-maintenance luxury.

Because life’s too short to wait until after the shower.