I know I’m waaayyy out of line in my A-Z Challenge. I tried and I failed miserably at keeping up. Doing things on a “schedule” has never been a very strong personality trait of mine. On the other hand I’ve realized and accepted that I’m a flawed human being and I’m cool with that. Aaahhh, … Continue reading Peeing, Vagina Costumes and My Right To Bear Arms
Obviously if you read my posts, you know that I’ve had a distressed, depressed past couple of days. I don’t know if it just worked out that way because of my BPD, or because since I turned forty I tend to get a bit melancholy around my birthday and I knew mine was imminent. Today … Continue reading April 7, 1972: The Day Awesome Was Born
Student leaders at Louisiana Tech are making sure no-hazing policies and attitudes are enforced. During my sons undergraduate studies, hazing became a national problem seen on University campuses across the nation. It seemed for a while that every time we turned on the news at night we would hear about another fraternity hazing event that … Continue reading My Son: Future Dr. Superstar M.D.
Three Generations of chaos, trauma, but most importantly love. Like most all parents, I practically worship the ground my two beautiful big babies walk upon. Back when I was growing up the same could not be said for my brother and I. We were abused in every way one possibly could be abused except sexually. … Continue reading Three Generations
These are pics of our new home after we have unpacked (not every single thing) and have a little bit of order to everything. Have I mentioned moving sucks donkey ass?!? I’d rather be drawn and quartered or burned at the stake or waterboarded than to do this shit EVER again. I’m delighted about the … Continue reading Finally!! A Light at The End of The Tunnel
My husband decided that at 45 and 46 respectively, that we should get healthy in the new year so he bought us both Fitbit watches. I totally appreciate the sweet gesture and concern for our health as we have small grandbabies that we need to be around for to watch them grow up. That being … Continue reading My Christmas Present Is A Pain In The Ass
Ahhhhh, the almighty yoga pants. What can I say, I’ve owned and worn hundreds of different pairs in hundreds of different sizes. I like to think of them as my pajama clothes, because most of the time my Fibromyalgia won’t allow any other material to get near my skin. EVERYONE loves a pair of yoga … Continue reading Yoga Pants: A Blessing or a Curse