I had a dream last night about an old friend. I know why it happened and it bothers me. It bothers me that after so many years of no contact I hear her voice in my head when I start to think about writing about what has happened in the last two weeks. And I … Continue reading Nine days.
Shock and Awe.
It is the BEST feeling when I find a Doom Box that is full of stuff that I KNEW I had, but had been unable to locate for the last couple months! I now will be able to finish several small projects this weekend!!! In other news, I am officially old enough that I am … Continue reading Shock and Awe.
Perspective.
I had to take my son to high school orientation. He had been pretty negative about moving to high school, and I don't blame him one bit. The high school consists of several buildings, a cafeteria that rivals the food court at the mall, and twenty-five hundred students. 2500. Gurl, I graduated with 147 people--the … Continue reading Perspective.
Plant Whore.
I admit it. I am a plant whore. I love them. I love taking care of them, watching them grow and thrive, and I especially love propagating. Winter is a challenge, as my house doesn't have the kind of space I need where the sun shines the most. Being the crafty bitch I am, I … Continue reading Plant Whore.
The Continuing Purge.
Sometimes it seems like I'm never going to be done. I get one area clean and awesome and then realize I have another couple boxes of crap to go thru. I have more empathy than ever for the people on Hoarders cuz this shizz is HARD. But the truth is that all that crap was … Continue reading The Continuing Purge.
You know what I miss?
I miss ENJOYING Christmas. They don’t tell you once a small human shoots from your vagina that you are solely responsible for ALL Christmas magic. When I was married it wasn’t difficult, their dad and I made a great team. Now on my own? Not so easy. However, when all is said and done…nailed it.
Small steps
Small steps mean we have it, it’s just gonna take a hot second to get our shit together .
I did something hard.
I deleted my Auntie from my Favorites list. It’s been three years, she’s not Jesus, she’s not coming back. And yet I immediately burst into straight up ugly sobbing. I hate grieving. And I’m TIRED of it. It never ends. It gets moderately easier, but it ALWAYS hurts.
I ate Ed Sheeran.
He was tasty AF.
There are no rules.
I mean, of course there are RULES, but not like I thought. As I continue to unpack my house and my life I keep having all these weird realizations. Like I don’t have to put up anything that doesn’t make me happy. I know it sounds like a no-brainer, but I had to say it … Continue reading There are no rules.
Thank gawd for Libby.
I am so grateful to have a niece. That was the best gift any of my siblings could give me. She’s a goddamn delight.
Amazeball Crafting 