Who Does That?

Who Does That?

Not to be confused with B asking me “Why do you do that?”

Who is stupid enough to send a planner on a Friday, at the end of the day for a meeting next week with a vague generic subject line?

Rhetorical question

But Really?!??! You couldn’t wait until I was gone for the weekend?

Who Does That?

Mean evil masochist who wants me to worry for 72+ hours.

Like it or not, in the absence of evidence people make stuff up.  Human nature wants to assign a reason to everything.  Without thinking too deeply, we fill in the blank when details are left out.  Just how our brains process things.

I hate that I do that.  I am an anxious person.  Always have been, always will be.

I know in my heart this … this stuff is inconsequential.  I am likely deflecting about this bullshit to avoid facing other bullshit that needs my attention.  Change is inevitable.  To me, change is GOOD!  I am very easily bored which is why I am always on the lookout for something new.  Somehow feels very personal, even if it isn’t. Guess it’s about time for me to put up or shut up.

Though as the saying goes, Don’t you cut off your nose to spite your face.  

Yippee Ki Yay Muther Fuckers.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Calgon take me away.

Depression is Real and So is Ignorance

I have no idea who Andrew Fucking Tate is but I’d love to rip his nads off. May the black dog attack his ignorant ass, chew him up and shit him out. It is only then he will learn the error of his ways. Oops, I guess I just stooped to his level. Fuck it. He’s a tool.

Nicole Lyons

It’s suicide prevention month, and as most of you know, suicide is the second leading cause of death in children and teens, second to motor vehicle accidents.

Imagine my surprise when I woke up at 3am (I rarely sleep when I am beginning to swing) and went to twitter and saw the following from this ignorant fool:

Now we know that this guy is clearly lacking any sort of empathy, but my issue is that in 2017 we are still having to battle this ridiculous fucking mindset – ignorance – and with these people who have these platforms and followers who struggle with mental health themselves.

It is never okay to discount an illness, not fucking ever, that is the stuff that stops people from reaching out for help, and that is never okay.

Unkind people are usually that way because others have been unkind to them, but there is…

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Remember in September – Daily Post #8 for National Suicide Prevention Awareness Month – and My Son is Getting Married Today (with “Invisible” Music Video with Lyrics)

Mental illness is referred to as an invisible illness. No official diagnostic and what is used is subjective and dependent on self reporting. Not entirely reliable. Here is additional info on the topic of the month … the more you know

My Loud Whispers of Hope

Crescendo is defined as a gradual increase in loudness or intensity and a crescendo is what is happening to me since I woke up this morning. First of all, I couldn’t sleep so I decided I might as well get up. It is going to be a great gloriously beautiful, love-filled, happy tears of joy kind of day, so why should I sleep. Let me wake up and start my beautiful, brilliant, fabulous, lovely day now.

Yesterday was my son’s wedding rehearsal and dinner. It went beautifully and makes me truly realize that my baby boy, my only son, my heart, my big precious glorious heart, my son Keagan, is getting married today.

I am so happy and excited for him. I love him huge beyond any words I can convey. I am so proud of him for who he is and everything he has done and accomplished and everything…

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Sh!t’s About To Get Real … All Over Again

The following first appeared on FB three years ago. After some quiet time here is more from the aftermath of the fall.  Also means we’re approaching the anniversary of the terrible awful.  I’m going to treat myself to some infused tea.  Chasing the willies away. 

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! okay, now I feel better. 

Semi-not-so-good news. Kevin Bacon’s nose job did not take.
B has been having headaches and still so much pressure which was supposed to subside. He was told at least six months but next Monday it’ll be five months from the ‘nose job’ and he was having so much pain that he made an appointment for today.  

If worker’s comp approves, he will have a septoplasty and turbinate surgery on 10/1 because everything is still all jacked up in there. From the outside there is no clue that anything is wrong but from the inside we have to remember his face was fractured, pulverized to quote the ER doc.  

Don’t get me wrong, we know he was blessed. His injuries could have been so much worse and this can be repaired. While there are things beyond control, we get to control our reaction. We will be looking for those silver linings again. The sunshine and roses are out there, I just know it!!!!!!

If you see me and I appear a bit stressed, it is because I am. I am holding it together one day at a time. Cliche but true, this too shall pass.

Caption This! 9/8/17