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  • Cavy-tated

    Cavy-tated

     “So, what’s with the guinea pigs?” 

    Listen. I wasn’t informed that when I turned thirty I would become a lifelong guinea pig caregiver (not an owner, we all know who actually owns who when it comes to these furry potatoes), but I honestly could have anticipated it. I grew up always having a dog or two in our house, as well as a few cats here and there, also an occasional lizard. Ever since I was given a 10 gallon fish tank during the holidays as a kid, the gateway to pocket  pets was open for business. Hamsters of every breed, mice, gerbils, etc could be found in my possession. 

    However, the first guinea pig that I ever had somehow ended up becoming a member of the household the summer after I finished kindergarten… after I had volunteered to pet sit over the holiday break. I’m sure my dad was thrilled. 

    I also distinctly remember trying to convince my parents when they were house shopping to buy the one that had a guinea pig cage in one of the rooms, an absolute  fuzzball.

    All of this to say, in my best Marge Simpson impression: I just think they’re neat. 

    Guinea pigs originate from South American countries like Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia, and the mountainous Andes region. They belong to the Caviidae family which is part of the order Rodentia.

    TDLR: Chonk-ass rodents? Yes. From New Guinea, or pigs? No.

    Gizmo + Pennywise, a pair of bonded females (“Best Friends”) were the very first two piggies I adopted from a rescue.

    Gizmo/Gizzie/Giz-Giz was an American breed, and despite being the dominate one of the two, she had the sweetest temperament. She loved to sit in your lap, cuddle, eat whatever snacks were given to her, and, occasionally piss on whoever was holding her without any warning. Pennywise/Penny was a Teddy breed, and had the appearance of always looking startled. She eventually became a love-bug and appreciated nose scritches with her cuddles.

    Shit I learned: Breeds. There are loads of them, so here is a pretty solid list from Oxbow.

    Other shit I learned, Habitat Requirements:

    1. The minimum cage size requirements for one guinea pig: 7.5 sq ft, or slightly more if possible. For two, three, and/or a haram? Here is some more info on cage size requirements.
    2. The first habitat I purchased was the Living world Deluxe , which worked well for Gizmo and Pennywise, and is a great option if a top for the cage is needed. Later on, I purchased a few Midwest Plus habitats, which are decent for having the option of no top, and you can modify the cage to have a ramp, divider-usually used for a “kitchen” area (where they eat and poop), or can be just open. Another popular option is to use C&C grids, usually with coroplast to create your own habitat. You can purchase everything separately, but here are a few examples via Guinea Dad.
    3. What NOT to get: Cages that have wire bottoms, any type of tank-they need lots of oxygen to breathe and to prevent URI’s. Rabbit hutches are *sometimes* okay, but be sure to make sure that they are wide enough, no stairs or steep ramps, have good air-flow, etc. (they often don’t meet these requirements).
    4. Water bottles and toys: At least one water bottle per pig, some pigs can use bowls-mine have always just flipped them over. A lot of them leak, there are “leak proof” ones that are somewhat better. Be sure to clean them out with a thin bottle/straw brush. There are a lot of toys available at Pet shops, however, a lot of them are not actually fit for piggies. Here is a great list of what to get and not to get. Most of mine are super into beating the shit out of paper towel/toilet paper cardboard rolls. The stick huts have also been a hit in the past. You’ll also want cuddle cups, hidey huts, etc. for them, again, at least one per pig. They will get pissy.
    5. Bedding: Fleece that can be wicked (washed enough so that water/piss can run through it) with an absorbent layer under it. I have used simple pads from Amazon, moving blankets, old jeans, whatever works and is washable. You’ll need to spot-clean daily and then a deep clean 2-3x per week or even daily depending on how much poop you are dealing with. I just use white vinegar and water to clean the bottom of the cage and the hidey huts. You can also get paper bedding, just avoid any of the wood shavings or anything scented. It’s bad news bears for them.

    Behold: Gizmo and Pennywise, Princesses of Doom.

    Odin, aka Odie, aka Chonk-Boi, was the next to join the piggie clan. Unbeknown to me until a few years later, he was %100 blind. He was also an American breed, and he loved his cuddles.

    Food facts? Food facts!

    1. What can guinea pigs eat? An entire unit of Timothy Hay every 2-8 hours, as well as your face in your sleep if you’re not fast enough at getting them said hay. They also really need hay pellets (Oxbow and Kaytee have solid selections), leafy greens, and basically a cup or so of fresh fruit/veggies per day. They can’t have any seeds or fruit/veggies that might cause them to choke (they really love food, so, these fuckers eat fast). Too much calcium is also not great, so probs not kale on the daily. To make things easier, here is a fantastic list from Vet4lifeUK.
    2. GPs should not have ANY treats that contain yogurt, or, look like bird seed. Broccoli and celery should be chopped very very tiny so that they do not choke. Also, despite that they are casually called Raw Food Vegans, they can’t eat your neighbors delicious homemade cashew cheese. No matter how much they scream for it.
    3. High sugar natural sugar treats like carrots, cherries (no pits), blueberries, apples etc. should be fed in moderation. I am not in ANY way shape or form to be sponsored by Oxbow, but, they are the OP with treats/hay/etc.

    Odin, the most cuddliest bby boi <3

    Annabelle was an American guinea pig, who unfortunately had A LOT of health issues. Didn’t change the fact that she was the most adorable, adventure piglet in existence.

    Unfortunately, Annabelle did not get along well with Pennywise after Gizmo passed. Guinea pigs are in fact, herd animals, however, not every individual piggie needs to be bonded.

    To bond two piglets that have not been previously bonded, there are many steps and options. Here are a few:

    1. When attempting to bond guinea pigs, it is best to place their habitats next to each other for a couple of days so that they are used to the scent and sounds of each other. The next step would be to create a floor-space introduction with equal amounts of food/hay piles/water/hidey huts/toys. There will be some chasing, some “rumble strutting” (weird freak ass guinea pig chatter noises), and nipping/humping. All of this is normal, because they are establishing who is the dominant piggie. If there even is one.
    2. When does it get bad? If they fight-fight. Not one piglet little head being raised higher than the other, but full-on fighting. If blood is drawn, separate immediately. At this point, be prepared to just have them living in separate habitats.
    3. If they don’t eventually become bonded, the best bet is to just keep their habitats close to each other to hear/smell and acknowledge that there is another piggle close by.
    4. Single vs groups: Despite what everything on the internet tells you (demands for you to believe) that guinea pigs *need* to have a cage-mate. Not all of them do. Some piggies will never be able to bond right off the rip. Some never bond at all. Some bond, then then one passes and they never want to bond again. Sometimes, one of the bonded pair passes and they can only get along with a baby or elderly cage-mate.

    Annabelle, the adventure pig!

    Lola was my first introduction to Abyssinian guinea pigs, and, the nickname for this breed “Abby-tude” is %100 correct. The world was Lola’s, I was just living in it.

    1. I was gifted Lola through a friend of a friend, and she was five years old when she came to me. I would have NEVER told her this, but, at five, Lola was considered an elderly guinea pig. She needed a little bit of special care, but, would still run circles around my younger piggies. Literally.
    2. Older guinea pigs need a little extra TLC. There are joint support treats that I fed Lola once per day and found to be very helpful. Vitamin C treats in case they are unable to get enough of it in their diet in their old age (they can get cranky and refuse everything). Coconut oil is *top tier* for the hairless ones for when their skin needs help with moisturization. Also, older boars can run into impact; soft feces and waste build up in the anal or perineal sac because weak muscles prevent normal elimination. Which leads to having to put a safe oil like coconut on the area, and gently pressing to help release the buildup. Very sad, and gross but not their fault.
    3. Young guinea pigs also need a few extras! Alfalfa hay is a great way to get extra calcium and energy to younger (and pregnant!) piggies. Getting them to eat fruits and veggies is very essential at this stage, they will refuse to eat some, but, like most toddlers; keep offering.

    Lola, the tiniest and mightiest!

    Barnabas came to me via an old coworker. Their child lost interest, the parents did not want to look after him anymore, as happens in a lot of cases of re-homing. Unfortunate? Yes. However, the entire goal of this blog post is to help educate before taking one of these potatoes home.

    1. That being said; lets talk about adoption! Most big-chain pet stores will have these little shits, and they will most likely be babies. I prefer to adopt via rescue (or by everyone thinking that I am the crazy guinea pig person of Detroit and just sending them my way) however, I am not %100 against pet stores. A lot of the big chains host pop-up adoption events through local rescues, which to me is pretty cool. I would rather try to give a piggie who is a little older a new home, however, I have had two from pet stores that I could not have imagined not having in my life.
    2. Back to Barnabas! This guy came to me looking like a god damn porkchop. He was pretty healthy for the first few years that I had him, then one day I noticed some behavior changes. How to tell if your potato is sick? A lot of sneezing, moisture (snot) coming out of the nose, strange breathing, lack of energy, change in eating habits, discharge in the eyes, to name a few. I won’t get into every illness I have encountered, however, the most important thing to remember is that they are prey animals. They will do everything to hide that they are sick, which is annoying as fuck. However, inspecting their nose/eyes, monitoring eating habits, and routine vet visits are all super fantastic ways of staying on top of things.

    Barnabas Teddy Bear Collins! AKA Porkchop.

    Uchi and Nagi were my very first experience with skinny (hairless) piggies, and, like every guinea pig I have taken in, I immediately fell in love.

    1. “Skinny pigs” (more formally, The House Hippo) might look smol due to their lack of fluffiness, however, their care isn’t much different. They will run cold compared to their hairless brethren, therefore they will eat more…and therefore create more shit for you to clean up.
    2. Heat and cold tips for guinea pigs in general: They like the warm, however, they can overheat. In warmer months, frozen water bottles placed in a sock are a great help! Piggies are unable to consume ice as it leads to bloating and can cause health issues. Ceramic tiles in their habitats are great for them to plop on in the warmer months as well. In the colder months; lots of fleece, extra hay, and heating pads are a life saver. How to tell if they are too hot/cold? Behavior changes are key, however, I tend to assume if I or everyone else in the house are hot/cold, the pets probably are too.

    Nagi outlived Uchi by a few years, in fact, Nagi was approximately six years old when she passed. She also became my heart-pig. She was with me when I moved into my studio apartment after a series of difficult events, was present when I fell in love with Dave, and went on many adventures with me. She was a fearless guinea pig, never really afraid of other animals, loved, and I mean LOVED her veggies, and would gladly chill in her cuddle cup for hours. Even if it meant holding her little butt out of it so she could piss on our table. Yes, it happened on more than one occasion. Nagi, the most chill yet bravest of piglets.

    When Nagi passed, I had a hard time trying to figure out what I wanted to do as far as piggies went. I had already brought home an axolotl- along with a 60 gallon tank, so space was a bit limited. I eventually had the overwhelming need to fill the piggie void in my life, so I convinced Dave to poke our heads into our local Petco. My rule was that if there was just one pig, all alone, we’d take it home.

    Anyways, here’s Heimdall. He is a mixed breed, but, %100 pure crackhead. He literally chases the cats, screams for zero reason, likes to parkour on the couch/bed, and has bougie taste in produce. I would die for him.

    Heimdall is a solo pig! That might change in the future at some point, however, he seems to be pretty content being an only pig-child.

    1. Floor time: so it’s obvious that these chonks need to be chonky to be healthy, however, they do need to move their incredibly short legs around. Having designated floor time can be the best help! I tend to let Heimdall get his zoomies out on the bed/couch, however, having a large floor space clear of anything that they might be able to injure themselves with is a great option. I have used small pens and layers of old blankets in the past. Small, inflatable pools are a great option too.
    2. Lap time: Some pigs are more apt for attention, others just aren’t. Having them out, on your lap with a blanket is a great way for them to get used to their hooman’s scent/voice/etc. Also, PIG CUDDLES.
    3. Why is this little shit licking me? When they are comfortable with their people, guinea pigs sometimes will try to groom them by licking. Heimdall seems to think that he is grooming when he includes a few nips, however, as mentioned; crackhead. They also will “pancake” during lap time/cuddles, as well as popcorn (younger piggies mostly) when excited, and, it is god damn adorable.
    4. Pig noises: there are quite a few of them. Wheeking, which is the loud noises that most folks tend to associate with guinea pigs, is actually just a noise they make for humans aka: anytime they hear the fridge open/a bag crinkle. They will rumble-strut when trying to assert dominance, chitter when annoyed or agitated, and occasionally, they purr. The biggest clue will be their body language: are they annoyed/scared? Probs will be tense and vibrating. Are they content? Calm/cuddles/pancake mode are clear signs.

    Heimdall, the Sprocket Tribble. We also occasionally refer to him as Lounge Pants.

    Lastly, I wanted to conclude this long-ass blog post about guinea pigs that no one asked for with even more links to cool shit.

    There are LOADS of guinea pig advice and help groups on Facebook, however, The Happy Cavy Support Group has always been my favorite. Admins and members give help and support to the best of their knowledge (and quite a few KNOW their shit) without judgment. 10/10 recommend.

    I know that these next few will not be of any help to those outside of Detroit/Metro Detroit let alone Michigan, but for the rest of you, here you go!

    Exotic Vet Rec: Parkway Small & Exotic Animal Hospital – I have been going to them for years and they are solid. They also provide service doggos and cats! 10/10

    Furget us Not is a great rescue for adoption, as well as the Cozy Cavy Guinea Pig Rescue.

    And now for some transparency: I had written this post out in its entirety back in February. WordPress, as best as I can explain it, ate the post and it was gone-gone. I spent months creating a layout, trying to find my voice, as well as the motivation to write all of this out again. This is the longest blog post I have ever written, and I almost chucked it several times. However, I have had these little bastards in my life for years, through so many life changes, that there was a lot to unpack. Seeing all of these old photos are extremely emotional, but I wouldn’t change it. I fully believe that I will have guinea pigs in my life for my entire existence, and, hopefully one day I will have the means to do something bigger to help them have amazing lives, and to help humans understand these little creatures.

    In the meantime, this extra ass blog post is what I’ve got.

    Until next post

    📍Detroit, MI.

    Sara Bellum

  • Canterbury Village Medieval Faire

    Canterbury Village Medieval Faire

    “As a Millennial, I am being rebellious in my second coming of WHIMSY!” -Comment on a recent outfit recap I posted on TikTok. I have zero confidence that Millennials are finally getting credit for an actual, super cool trend: Whimsical Aesthetic, however, I am utilizing that comment for the greater good! I fully accept Millennials labeled as cringe, because for the most part, if we gave a shit, we would have done something about it. Instead, there is an entire movement embracing romanticizing the mundane, collecting trinkets, wearing glitter just for the fuck of it, having grown-up sleepovers, and dog walks at midnight with your partner accompanied by a glass of wine (definitely made that one up last night. %100 recommend). It might seem like a far stretch from whoever coined the term “Millennial Gray”, but, I have never actually met anyone who decorated like that. Or, maybe I just hangout with a bunch of kids who like to incorporate as much crap on their walls as possible.

    Either way, I am just going to believe that Millennial’s love whimsy (because it’s obviously true). 

    That being said, Dave and I attended the Canterbury Village Medieval Faire the other weekend, and it was incredibly adorable!

    I had never attended a Renfaire Feast, and they held their very first one on their opening weekend. We went, and it was a FEAST. It was held in a god damn castle! A CASTLE. I absolutely ate a number of things that absolutely annihilated my very sensitive digestive tract, but, it was %100 worth. We also were able to chat with friends that we normally see during the Michigan Renaissance Festival, and that was kinda the cherry on top of a very delectable evening. 

    The next morning, we attended the actual faire. It is a lot smaller than MIRF (the previously mentioned faire), however, incredibly charming and adorable. Privies with flushies?! An indoor pub and shops to shelter from the cold and rain?!! SOLD. I will say that galavanting outdoors in the rain %100 has its special moments at MIRF, however, by then it is typically 1 million degrees and very much welcomed. 

    Obviously, we spent a few minutes in the pub.

    Three generous shots of Irish whiskey, and several “omg, can I pet your dog?!” moments ensued.

    There was a tiny Viking setup with little tents and handmade wears, as well as a performance that we only saw half of by the time we walked through it. We didn’t get as many photos as we would have liked because of the rain, and that is probably the only thing I am a little bummed about because the grounds were so cute.

    I wasn’t able to document this on the day because rain, but, this is the most god damn adorable witch hat by Seams Witchy. I don’t trust the wind in Detroit, but, would %100 wear this to the beach for an anti-sun hat!

    One of the best surprises was discovering that the Washing Well Wenches were performing, and we were able to catch their last show! They are probably one of the very first acts I have ever seen at MIRF, and therefore a staple not only to renfaire, but to my personal experience.

    Dave was immediately plucked from the audience, and as anyone can see very much enjoyed himself.

    I had every intention of getting this post written and posted before the very last weekend of the Canterbury Renaissance Festival wrapped up for the year, however, *waves into the distance* life.

    On a brighter note: Dave and I now have pretty solid schedules again, so, here’s to hoping that some sort of routine will eventually nudge its way into that. We do hope to attend a few other renfaires this year, and I fully intend on doing what I can to document more of the magic these events create.

    Also, I think it might be time to create names and backstories for the characters we create for renaissance festivals, cosplays, etc.

    I have all sorts of ideas floating around, bring on the whimsy!

    (and the $20ish wigs!)

    Until next post!

    📍Detroit, MI.

    Sara Bellum

  • Life Lately

    Life Lately

    I have had a different post in draft for over a month, but have zero idea on how I want to present it. I have an entire list of ideas for content because I love creating things, and also have a brand-new, sexy ass camera that I fully enjoy playing with, however, time is a very fickle thing.

    This spring has been the Spring of Learning: said new camera, (Sony a a7IV, my previous “big” camera was a Cannon Rebel Ti1 that met its inevitable death around a year ago), bartending-with the help of our amazing friends Chance, Ash, and Liz!, and the continuing self-education (aka Duolingo) of French and Spanish. Oh and time-management without an actual set-schedule (as of yet).

    Behold: a collection of some of the very first photos I have taken with the new Sony.

    1. Molly <3
    2. Art
    3. Matcha-Cola
    4. A wall, I guess
    5. The grumpiest cat in existence
    6. A window
    7. Grilled Pineapple Salad
    8. An old heater
    9. A favorite corner of our dining room
    10. An old-ass car
    11. Vegan Golden Kimchi
    12. Stairs
    13. Tocororo patio at night
    14. Poe’s Poems
    15. Hibiscus Pomegranate Paloma

    Dave and I also spend most of our days off cleaning the disaster we made in our home during the week, at one of our friend’s bar-on our laptops and drinking, at Tocororo-drinking/cooking/cleaning/taking photos/yapping with friends, staying up waaaayyy to late re-watching episodes of Gilmore Girls and doing puzzles, or, sleeping in until 2pm, %100 dead to the world.

    The other week, we made the trek out to Port Huron to visit Raven Cafe (Dave had never been!), a cozy game shop, and the biggest antique/consignment shop that I have ever been in. Actually taking most of a day off to hangout (Dave had a meeting that morning), play with my camera, and just not work or clean was the equivalent of getting your favorite pull from a blind box. Yes, I do hate myself for typing that.

    There are quite a few projects on the horizon, that range from personal, house/yard, and work. All that are pretty amazing future endeavors!

    So stay tuned, and stuff!

    Until next post!

    📍Detroit, MI.

    Sara Bellum

  • The End Of An Era

    The End Of An Era

    “I was grinding my teeth, I was wasting my youth
    And using up my teeth
    Now I’m done chewing my nails
    Hanging my head, chasing my tail
    It got so bad I quit my job
    Then I got a new job climbing the walls”

    -Climbing The Walls, They Might Be Giants, The Else

    T.M.B.G. appropriately named their 12th studio album, IMO, The Else. I had always thought that The Else referred to the unknown, or, everything “else”. The Else, (again, IMO) is chockfull of songs with a heavy theme of imposter syndrome. Climbing the Walls being the most relatable to the person behind the keyboard, not to mention it had been stuck in my head constantly throughout the last dregs of this past year.

    They also released The Else in 2007, the very same year I started my first of many jobs at Vesco Oil.

    I started off very green, I had never worked in an office before. I was also a student, very eager to pay off debt, no longer living at home, and after years of not having insurance, I was elated.

    It took me a minute to graduate from community college, and then enter Oakland University, full-time, while also working full-time.

    I had also gotten married, bought a house, graduated, got divorced, moved home, moved out, survived a few shitty breakups, was mugged and hospitalized, all over the span of almost 19 years. I worked with four different departments, made friends, made enemies, made some pretty solid memories that will be kept for as long as my geriatric millennial ass can remember them.

    I took the time and care to decorate my office and would change things up seasonally. Behold my first big-girl desk and decor:

    The offices are attached to the warehouse, making for an interesting setup. It was almost always freezing or hotter than Satan’s armpit. No matter what department I worked for, I trekked out into the warehouse daily. I made friends with a lot of the warehouse employees, mechanics, and drivers.

    Over the years, I worked in a variety of different departments: Transportation, Inventory Control, Purchasing, and I assisted in the AP department.

    The last leg of my *almost* 19 years was 3.5ish years as a Purchasing assistant. I was hired into the department with the understanding that upper management would be seeing how I fared in Purchasing after so many years in other departments. I received a dollar raise when I entered that department. I was under the belief that after a few months, or at the very least my next performance review, I would be informed if I would be considered to be trained as an actual Buyer (the person I “replaced” was a Buyer, I am not sure what that salary entails, I just knew that It had to be more than whatever I was making at the time).

    After a year in Purchasing, I was told that I was a hard worker, I needed improvements because I made mistakes, and that it was noted that I would like to learn more.

    After the second year of the same results, I knew that I would never become what they were looking for. I made mistakes, little, stupid mistakes. I was late, often, and although it wasn’t an issue that I just stayed later to work all of my hours, often after many employees left so that I could get work done in peace and quiet, it suddenly became so.

    It was known for years that I had bad stomach issues, and, I was finally diagnosed with Microscopic Colitis. I have a steroid that does wonders to help aide the side effects, however, MC is a literal disease. Despite watching what/how much/etc I eat, I have flare-ups. Another cause of flare-ups? Stress.

    I had to ask my PC to write me a note, explaining what I had, what the symptoms were, and to describe a flare-up.

    A place I had worked for years, watched my co-worker get married, watched another fight for everything when their child was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. Watched two coworkers fall in love, watched everyone be supportive when I went through divorce, breakups, and eloping with the love of my life.

    Watched them be supportive as I took workshops, and classes at Grand Valley to pursue a career in Digital Marketing.

    Because I had worked there for so long, I had worked with many departments over the years. I had insight to know how changing one procedure in one department would affect another. I knew how to assist the Order Entry department, not because of my knowledge of being in Purchasing, but because I worked in Inventory Control. I knew, and had relationships with, half of our vendors before even moving to Purchasing because of helping with Accounts Payables. That really comes in clutch when you are waiting on credits, need things to be returned, etc.

    I was also diagnosed (FINALLY) with ADHD during my time in Purchasing. Adderall aided me greatly, but I also needed to be challenged. I also understand how asking to learn more, while also trying to launch an entirely separate career can look confusing on the outside, but hey, I have that spicy brain that needs challenging input in order to function better.

    I also had to build this entire career from scratch, it was going to take time. I also loved the coworkers that I loved. I was also a hard worker. Also, also, I love to learn. Vesco had also not hired a Buyer in the 3.5 years I was in that department. And, when my boss announced his retirement, they didn’t hire a replacement until he had two weeks left until he was %100 gone.

    Being as though there were only three people in Purchasing, one buyer, one manager, one assistant, and one person in another facility who can assist, however, had been moved to Operations in another state entirely, maybe some consideration should have been applied?

    I asked my immediate boss, I asked our office manager, I asked our company manager, to be trained as a backup for our department, with compensation. I spent six months trying to make this happen, with the support and help from my immediate coworker (the only Buyer Vesco had), the office manager, and mostly, the company manager. I waited.

    The HR manager couldn’t come to the phone, why? They fucking quit.

    The replacement for my boss was hired, and, while in training, I was completely bombarded and swamped with questions from the sales team and Customer Service, while doing my own daily/weekly/ tasks and duties.

    Climbing the Walls was played on repeat in my head, and IRL (do people still use IRL? IDK)

    After my old boss left, and my new boss took over, I spent three weeks not only training my new boss on most of the tasks he really needed a month or so being trained on and not a few days, but running the entire packaging side for the entire company, with zero training. I had two choices: either do nothing, or, do something.

    I didn’t know how to run the daily report that informed the department of what to order. I did know how big the orders needed to be for each vendor to be placed. I knew which vendors had freight requirements and the min/max to meet them. I knew what vendors were close to our different warehouse locations, therefore what could be picked up by who and placed on a transfer to the location that needed the product.

    I also realized that I gave zero fucks about oil. That I should give zero fucks about the way “new management” was handling things (i.e. micromanaging, zero trust in employees, watching moral just swim in the toilet, disliking greatly when you explain that making big changes are amazing but making sure they are executed properly and learning how those changes might affect other departments) I still gave a fuck about my coworkers, my friends. The people I had seen on the daily more than any partner I had been with.

    I realized that if a company can get by with not giving you the actual title of what you are doing, they won’t ever pay you more.

    And why would they? Why pay me what the actual wage is for a Buyer when I am already doing %99.9 of it for the rate of an assistant?

    Enter They Might Be Giants fifteenth studio album,”Join Us”. Most notably, “Can’t Keep Johnny Down”:

    “Outnumbered a million to one
    All of the dicks in this dick town
    Can’t keep Johnny down”

    After just shy of 19 years, I put in my two weeks notice.

    Did I feel like complete shit abandoning the only other person in Purchasing, and my friend? Yes, and terribly so. Did I have another job lined up? Fuck no. Did I remember that I worked 50+ hours per week, clocking out after 40 so that I wouldn’t get into trouble for having over time and just working for free? Fuck yes.

    The last two weeks? I chose me. I saw my hair thinning out, the bags under my eyes from running on four hours of sleep, for not being able to sleep due to stress.

    I chose me because I wasn’t chosen by them. Those weeks of running the entire packaging side of the company and training my new boss? I was challenged. I made mistakes, but far less than the ones caused by not being stimulated. I chose me because even though I knew I could do it, and I was capable, I refused to be treated like I wasn’t.

    I chose to write this blog post as an exit interview, as I did not receive one.

    Why was I asked by many of my Vesco cohorts to stay? To come work in other departments after I put my notice in? To be asked to stay on, at least until I get a new job. I don’t know. Why was I ignored when I asked to be trained? Why were the managers who tried to help me ignored?

    Am I just a shitty employee? Considering four head of department managers came to see me after I placed my notice, I doubt it. Am I just fluffing my feathers for not getting a pay raise for the work I put in? Possibly. But, I think proving that I am in fact capable of the tasks and responsibilities I handled takes care of that.

    I just wasn’t going to do it at $22 per hour, with zero allowance for OT.

    Maybe the need to be constantly learning/stimulated was too weird. Maybe making my office space look like an Ikea apartment was weird. Maybe being the office snack provider so that people didn’t have to spend money on the vending machine was weird. Maybe, the non-binary, not straight, office twink who wore whatever the fuck they wanted (within dress code) was just too fucking weird.

    Blah, blah something about not wondering about “The Else” and instead to “Join (you!)”.

    I choose me. I chose me. And none of the dicks in that dick job can keep Sara down.

    Until next post!

    📍Detroit, MI.

    Sara Bellum

  • Let’s Get Weird

    Let’s Get Weird

    “So what is it that you do?”

    A question that I have been asked on more occasions than not, often resulting in myself mumbling about being an ‘aspiring digital creator’.

    “Like an influencer?”

    Surprisingly enough, I am not affiliated with Weezer, despite the tattoos on my person (yes, plural). Nor am I paid to post content from any of the coffee shops/bars I frequent (Tocororo aside), so no, I am not an influencer. Though I do try my best to post/recommend local and small businesses that I do regard highly, and encourage others to check out.

    I stated in the very first Create Cohort blog post what my mission in this creative endeavor is, and it’s %99.9 still very true.

    Outfit recap and GRWM reels? Highlights of the books I am reading this year, homemade croutons, Halloween decorations, meticulously curated Spotify playlists, Renaissance festival shenanigans, nerd shit, kissing my partner, Nagi’s inevitable world domination, and of course, editing, editing, editing.

    I didn’t start on this journey in the hopes of running ten different social media accounts for others, nor did I expect to be hired as a digital creator for some giant, conglomerate company. Not that I wouldn’t mind having a gig that would pay off my debt, but, I would need 4-85 years experience, as well as being an expert in EVERY single editing program that exists, as well as sacrificing my first-born.

    No, this will be done organically. I am constantly learning something new, a better way to tackle a problem, discovering some setting on my camera that I never knew existed. Also, I don’t have any children, so, I am left to my own devices. Which sadly involves fighting with Meta Business Suite, and ever-changing , bullshit algorithms. How do I go about doing this? The same way that I always have: documenting my life.

    What better content to use than yourself, your hobbies, your loves, your pet-peeves, etc? No one is a better expert on you than you. Well, that might not always be the case, but, I am a firm believer that it is mostly true. I might have spent the majority of my adult life not knowing what to do with myself, and eating cheeses that I knew would wreck my innards, that doesn’t mean I don’t know how I want to capture an event I enjoyed, how to dress myself comfortably/sexy/as a Gallifreyan, the very specific way I want the kitchen pantry organized-mostly with all of the jars that I have dragon-hoarded. By knowing these aspects of myself, I know how I want to represent myself to the rest of the internet world. I know my voice.

    I blame my meticulous tendencies.

    It’s weird, but, it works in my favor.

    Managing Tocororo’s social media accounts, assisting with events, etc-I have to know Toco’s voice. The owners, the staff, the patrons, the environment, the vibe, all create a voice. There is a story. The regulars know who the twink behind the curtain is, and that is a factor as well.

    How does that all workout? The content shared, the captions/phrasing/puns even, the music picked, the angles of the images in the photos, the lighting, the colors in an advertisement, all are emulating what this physical place is-with my own creativity mingled in the mix.

    Is it hard? Coming up with content for Toco-no. There’s always something going on, and, a plethora of unused content is stashed away on my phone, Google Drive, old Instagram stories, etc. Coming up with content for myself? Kinda. I have had this exact post in draft for like, two weeks. I went from being the friend that did nothing but get high and rearrange everything in their apartment out of pure boredom, to scheduling most everything I do a week or more ahead of time, to make sure there is that in itself, time. I don’t write out blog posts for the sake of needing something to post, or create TikTok’s/Reels just for the trend-unless it actually makes sense and fits me.

    At the end of the day, everything I create has one major requirement: authenticity. That includes having to go back and re-edit blog posts after they have been posted, reading over a misspelled word because I was too hyper-focused on what photos to use is %100 authentic. Spending the last three hours prepping one post for Toco, while noodling out 12+ more with Dave, is also %100 authentic.

    Striving to continuously educate myself-be it over a new feature on Instagram, and learning from my mistakes? You get it.

    In the meantime, I will continue to, and also encourage anyone else trying to learn by experimenting with what you know. I am 10/10 suggesting playing with yourself-don’t make it weird.

    Until next post, xo.

    📍Detroit, MI.

    Sara Bellum

  • For The Health Of It All

    For The Health Of It All

    Question for the girly-pops: Without being diagnosed as a neurodivergent in your thirties, with anxiety and/or depression, and a spicy tummy, can you really call yourself a millennial?

    It all started with poop.

    I always knew that I was lactose intolerant, though I am one of the lucky few who can get away with low-lactose foods; hard cheeses, goat/sheep dairy, even cream cheese! However, at some point in my early thirties my digestive system became a complete menace.

    Cheese, ice cream, yogurt were no longer the culprits. Every single thing I ate/drank was a betrayal to my digestive track. I did what every logical adult would do: fall down a Reddit rabbit hole. I wasn’t sure if I had Crohn’s, IBS, or something else entirely. I mainlined Imodium, nothing. I made the brilliant decision to just live with it for longer than I should have, because I knew I would have to go to a specialist and my insurance was rudely expensive.

    In 2022 I ended up in the emergency room twice within a month, both times staying several days. I knew that I would hit my Mount Everest sized deductible, so I told the doctors about my…shitty situation.

    After eventually getting setup with a G.I. doctor, and lots of testing, I was diagnosed with Microscopic Colitis, an auto-immune disease. I was also put on the best steroid for MC, and after about a month, it really helped.

    After being on the steroid for about two years, I started to notice some strange swelling around my ankles/legs/abdomen, and hands. I stopped taking the steroid (bad idea), went back to the G.I. doctor, and since I am on the lowest dose possible, I will most likely be on it for life. The swelling, Cushing’s Syndrome, is a very not awesome side-effect.

    I have a standing desk at my 40 hour/week day-job, and although I do move around a lot when I am at Tocororo, I often have to sit or stand to do all of the editing, posting, file organizing, etc. I probably spend an additional 15+ hours per week with my face buried in a laptop.

    So what’s a swollen kid to do? Move. Movement is the best way to circulate blood and reduce swelling. Dave and I now are Fitbit wielding, nerdy gym-rats. And as much as I really loathe the gym, the swelling improved a lot after a week or so. That and consuming more water, and stretching. When I remember.

    My dislike for going to the gym can mostly be summed up into one category: time. As mentioned, I work a lot. When I am not working, the life things that people do need to be done: cleaning, laundry, taking care of pets, grocery shopping, etc. People also have needs like rest, socializing, hobbies/hyper fixations. I wasn’t sure how to fit it all in.

    I also tended to neglect the latter. Stupid priorities, and bills (rude). If I rarely have the alone time to recharge, or read a book, or see my friends on the regular, sacrificing even more time wasn’t ideal. Except, I didn’t have to.

    Once the weather became warm, Dave and I opted to take walks outside instead of at the gym, which ended up being a great way to recap our days, and noodle out ideas. Because we do have days where our work leads to opposite shifts, I often started going on walks alone. Blasting music while charging down the Dequindre Cut, or along the Detroit River Walk became therapeutic. And, probably why I haven’t slain any of my coworkers.

    One of my biggest hobbies is reading, and despite my clumsiness, I am pretty good at walking and reading. My day-job is two miles away from Tocororo so I often will walk there after work, reading along the way. I now bribe myself to go to hit the treadmill, because I can most likely knock out a couple of chapters. I read like, six books that way. Awkward high school years spent avoiding people while wandering the halls reading comin in clutch.

    Some weeks are better than others, and I have had a few where I set a goal of 20k steps per day and managed to hit it. I do love my newfound alone time, but I have also had friends join me on walks a couple of times this summer and it has been an enjoyable and therapeutic way to catch up. Bonus: cute selfies to hold accountability.

    I have always been a decent walker, but if you told me circa 2007-2016 when I thought that my 3-5 mile walks per day were a lot, that I now can occasionally breeze through 7-10 miles? Crazy pants.

    I guess there is something to physical movement, staying hydrated, and eating healthy (when Dave is around, because when I am left to my own devices it’s chicken nugget city). So with that being said, I will continue going on my stupid walks for my stupid mental health. And swollen body parts.

    Until next post, xo.

    📍Detroit, MI.

    Sara Bellum

  • Curious Cohort: ADITL 7-2-25

    Curious Cohort: ADITL 7-2-25

    When I first began tinkering with ideas for the Create Cohort Blog, I wanted to include some elements of my old blog, Cat Ears & Coffee. Giving personalized recounts detailing local places and events with my own photos for visuals had, and continues to, set the format for my style of blogging. What else might I want to include in this new blog? Dave and I really liked the idea of revisiting some old haunts, parks, festivals, venues, etc. with the intention of a “Then vs Now” sort of approach.

    As I continue tedious task of reviewing every. single. post. on the old blog, I have a stash of ideas brewing for said future posts. However, I didn’t want to just compare how X event/place physically/environmentally is now compared to however many moons ago, I really wanted to poke a little at the Blogger behind those earlier posts, and see what might have changed in my own person since then.

    I decided to start with this post from March, 2016: A Day in the Life. A post dedicated to being fascinated by the habits, favorites, routines, etc. that aide in creating the character of a person. Here we are in July of 2025, documenting a day in the life of a Digital Creator, fabricating what is currently the digital creation you are currently reading. *Insert meta pun here.

    It has taken me awhile to get a handle on a morning routine that my ADHD brain can function with, but also aides in getting my pokey-ass to work on time. It has been a struggle bus this past year, but over the last few weeks I have finally gotten the hang of it. As we all know, accomplishing such a feat absolutely results in the obvious: a little treat.

    We reside in Islandview, Detroit, and our favorite morning coffee spot is The Red Hook on Agnes. It is also apparently everyone’s favorite in West and Indian Village, as it is always bustling. Dave is on a first-name basis with all of the baristas, and I, tend to forget every single person’s name I have ever met within five seconds of being introduced. I nevertheless partake in the friendly banter that almost always ends up ensuing. I don’t have a typical order perse, but I have been on an cold brew + oatmilk kick with lavender simple syrup (they make their own!) these days.

    I then trucked off to work, where I am still greeted with truck-butts in the morning. Yes, I still work for the same company, however, I was moved upstairs to the Purchasing department a couple of years ago. I don’t think it is physically possible for me to not decorate any space that I have to spend copious amounts of time in, and my corner of the office is decked out in all sorts of decor. I married a chef, so, my lunches are pretty fantastic, and I tend to eat while I work, then take a lunch to practice either French or Spanish) crushing that Duolingo Owl is %100 a daily priority).

    I then ventured out to the gym. It is funny, because I stopped going for years, and then I had a few weird flare-up issues that prompted me to try to be healthier. I like to bribe myself to go to the gym by bringing a book, and walking on a treadmill while reading is something my uncoordinated ass never thought were possible, but I haven’t broken anything…yet. I am currently reading The Spellshop, by Sarah Beth Durst as part of a summer-fantasy-book-read with a few other friends, my very first (informal) reading/book group thing!

    I am learning how to navigate around the city on my own, so I stopped taking the freeway to and from Pfit. I am very proud to say that yesterday was the first time I made it both to the gym and home without relying on GPS, and, I managed to get a few red-light photos.

    I then ventured up to Tocororo to work on some Spanish, transfer all of these completely unedited photos to WordPress, bribe Dave into making me food with the bag of salad mix I stashed in my purse, and to read some more.

    We ended the evening with a little late-night walk around the block with Bella, as it cooled off enough for her, and that was the day!

    It is apparent that I still love Romanizing the Mundane, as I have created many Tik-Toks and Reels over the last few years doing just that. I don’t think I will ever change in that sense, there is an importance in making the boring bits of the day have recognition as part of life. Driving to work, scream-singing Remi Wolfe is a million times more enjoyable than the feeling of impending doom of being a desk-jockey for eight plus hours. At least I like to think that it is.

    What are some of the things you like to romanticize that could be seen as mundane or boring? I might steal an idea or five.

    Home, post-gym: laundry (we just installed the dryer last week), and a few scritches for some of our current menagerie. I made it a point to use my Sony ZV-1F for all of the photos for this post, as I mainly only use it for video. Bella, and Elvis Catsello were feeling particularly modelesque. Trying out some of the lens filters and editing software that came in the camera kit is not a want, but a need that I have yet to accomplish. But when I do, coffee reward!

    Until next post, xo.

    📍Islandview , MI.

    Sara Bellum

  • Whistle Stop Diner

    Whistle Stop Diner

    I am very often a person who wears their Stubborn flag high; I routinely pack a metric ton into my schedule, ignoring the fact that I will never accomplish all of it. I am incapable of not attempting to bring in all of the groceries in one trip, accidental jars of pickles deaths be damned (RIP), and don’t even think about suggesting that I go to sleep earlier. I am convinced that not only do I have time to work 40 hours at my day-job, have some sort of gym/health routine, can 180 my career by myself, spend 5-8 hours per week editing photos/videos/reels/etc. that I obviously have time to learn both French and Spanish. I may only have about 30 minutes per day to dedicate myself to the school of Duolingo, and therefore am not actually retaining anything, I do have a 93 day learning streak so that unhinged green owl can go kick dirt.

    The thing with us Stubbornists, is we start to know when we have taken on too much, but instead of accepting defeat, we fight it. Kicking and screaming. Or, until we pass out from utter exhaustion. Which has lead to deciding to take care of my health and see my PCP on the regular. This last visit resulted in sending me in for a test to double-check that things were fine, and they were, until the only appointment I could get for said test was at 6:45 am on a weekday.

    “I hate early, must kill early” – Lorelei Gilmore

    Me, being me, I whined. A lot. I also have the love and support from my husband/partner, who never needs sleep and doesn’t mind getting up early. Ew, David.

    We arrived on time for my appointment, only to be told that I was early. By 24 hours. We decided this mishap could be corrected: with breakfast.

    As a former Ferndale-rat, I have frequented many of the breakfast/brunch establishments both during and after my residency in the area, and although this particular one is technically in Pleasant Ridge, The Whistle Stop is a favorite.

    Decked out in mid-century diner decor, the place is pretty damn charming. Each table, as well as the seats at the bar/counter include the cutest salt and pepper shakers that are changed out seasonally. Prints of Woodward from days of yonder hanging from the ceiling, a hand-drawn menu board, and a sticker wall give the place that slightly-cluttered environment that us neurodivergent kids thrive in, its cozy.

    Operating during the hours of 7:30am to 3pm, they serve both breakfast and lunch. One side of the menu has omelets, griddles, hot cakes, avocado toast, etc. and the other sandwiches, soups salads, quesadillas, and other lunch fare. They also have specials, and if you are not a sucker with work obligations, Spanish coffee and mimosas are available.

    I had a Kurtzy omelet, with a side salad, rye toast with house-made mixed berry jam, and loads of coffee (stupid early appointment and all). Dave also had an omelet, and although I can’t remember which one he ordered, everything was delicious and I ended up taking half of it with me for lunch later.

    Their menu is available via their website.

    After taking enough photos to make myself look like the worst influencer in the Detroit area, a lovely dog-walking individual offered to take a photo of us. Behold us looking like we are tourists on vacation next to the city I grew up in: C’est la vie/AsĂ­ es la vid.

    Until next post, xo.

    📍Pleasant Ridge, MI

    Sara Bellum

  • Hits different

    Hits different

    What is this, 2010?

    Hi, my name is Sara Bellum. Welcome to the Create Cohort Blog!

    With TikTok, Instagram, (insert your favorite social media platform here), why attempt to bring back a complete relic of digital word vomit? I am gonna blame nostalgia. I am a geriatric Millennial, after all. 

    Although I do have accounts across many social media platforms that I utilize for sharing many of the things that I used to write about on my previous blog, Cat Ears and Coffee, I tend to “show” rather than “tell”. It took me a long time to get on the Reels bandwagon, but now not only do I enjoy creating them, I treat them as a vessel for showing the viewer the experience. For example: If I am going to create a Reel on an event such as Eastern Market After Dark (surprise, I did), I try my best to emulate what the environment is via a mix of detailed shots, visuals of the size of the event, a bit of candid footage, as well as capturing fun moments of smiles, waves, and general nonsense. I also include a bit of blurb of what the event is, and try my best to choose a song that fits the experience. I lean away from voiceovers for that reason, even my Day In The Life Reels. Why you ask? Because although I do enjoy other creators voice over videos, they just don’t fit me. 

    Blogging just hits different.  

    Cat Ears & Coffee; my OG blog was a lifestyle blog focusing on personal style, daily life, adventures, recipes, and bit of DIY. Why didn’t I just continue posting on that blog? Cat Ears & Coffee can’t come to the phone right now, why? Because she’s dead. Actually, she is not. I am in the works of painstakingly re-reading every post to check for any personal facts that I might not feel as open to having out there, checking to make sure links work/need to be updated/removed, etc. before re-publishing them. My want to use Blogger for that platform, however, has died. RIP.

    Blogging was the gateway drug to all of my creative endeavors: I wrote stream of conscious posts, I played around with an old junky digital camera until I got my hands on a DSLR. I started getting creative with my living spaces: painting, organizing, decorating-documenting all of it. I wrote poems, I freelanced myself out to take high school Senior portraits. Over the past year I have taken workshops in Eastern Market, and was taught by local entrepreneurs how to create a brand by telling the story, how to accomplish food photography, and to utilize my content for more than one post. Now, after completing a very involved Digital Marketing Science program at Grand Valley State, I am pushing myself to keep on this path of learning how to create digital content that I am proud of, with a back-to-basics blog in tow.  

    That being said, what will the Create Cohort Blog bring to the Ikea-hack table? Recaps of places and events, with a focus on things local to Detroit and its surrounding areas, some introspection on projects, and life updates, with the occasional throwback outfit pic included. I also have a few other ideas that I am noodling out, however, that is for a future post. 

    As a self-proclaimed Digital Creator and Community Advocate, Create Cohort was forged from my love for romanticizing the mundane, uplifting communities, supporting local and small businesses, and living life in general in the hamlet that is Detroit.  And run-on sentences, apparently. Currently hailing from Dreamtroit, and spending ample amounts of  time in Eastern Market, Island View, Midtown, and Hamtramck, I aim to capture, document, and provide insight in my own authentic voice. Creating for both my cohorts, and myself. 

    Welcome to my new little corner of the world. 

    📍Eastern Market, Detroit

    Sara Bellum

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