Worst Cooks In America: Celebrity Edition

This show is hilarious.  Sort of spoiler alert.   Though this was 2 weeks ago as tonight we catch up on recordings. The show conflicts with Masterchef  which we watch live.  

They had to butcher a chicken which still had his head and feet.  Carson Kressley is all wait! I still have to flirt with Sean (of bachelor fame) first.  Then during the challenge he says now this is a real fluster cluck and I lost it.  Get it?  It’s funny cuz chickens 🐔 cluck  😆

Carson  couldn’t cook worth a darn but he was excellent comic relief. 

Last week’s episode is when they made pasta. It was ok but without Carson I’m just not as interested.  Wah-wah 😒

Remember in September – Daily Post #18 for National Suicide Prevention Awareness Month

Read this to attempt to understand what it’s like for the survivors. As my dear friend put it “our family was never the same again” 💔

My Loud Whispers of Hope

This is a post for suicide loss survivors…

but it is also for everyone else in the world, as well. We are all connected to each other and we are all touched and affected by suicide, suicide attempts, suicide loss, mental illness and substance abuse.

We must all help prevent suicides by increasing awareness and knowledge, showing understanding, kindness, compassion, empathy, love and care for those affected by suicide loss and mental illness.

We all need to love and accept each other just the way we are. We need to stop judging others, stop discriminating and stop shaming and blaming others for illnesses they have. Mental illness and suicide are not character flaws or weaknesses. Suicide is not a selfish act. Mental illness can sometimes be a terminal illness with suicide being the last and ending symptom.

That is why we must stop the stigma of mental illness and prevent…

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More Aftermath Of The 2014 Fall

If you’ve connected the dots, this happened a week after that fateful day.  Juggling 🤹‍♂️ is our specialty.  I’ll say one thing adversity has only served to strengthen us. 

B “I wonder who I pissed off to get this payback”

Me “no one, shit just happens”
~Wednesday September 17, 2014 Methodist Hospital ER 11:58 p.m. ~

I am a firm believer of that. No assignment of blame. Sometimes things just suck for no reason in particular. Oh and I also believe in miracles and that unicorns fart rainbows … NOT! Or do I, … maybe I do!!!

Blood has ruined my favorite comfy capris and B’s Dallas Cowboys T-Shirt is toast … because when your nose starts bleeding and won’t stop, you don’t think about anything else … you race to the ER meeting the doctor there, ignoring the looks, stares and sympathetic glances. Hours pass by and the stains have set in … to remind us that it could be worse, it could always be worse.  

Of course I can say that NOW, since the crisis was adverted.  

I am no doctor but I am positive that all that Naproxin he was taking for his back contributed to this inability to clot because the last nose surgery under worse conditions did not have this particular side effect. If I was a doctor or other healthcare professional, I might find this all in a day’s work and be quite fascinated. I am not however. Though I did keep it together until all was well again. I know if I get this out “on paper” I’ll have a writer’s catharsis. The second act is my verbal release. 

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  

Okay, now that feels better. Except I’ll probably be all Lady Macbeth “out damn spot” for a while. Deep breath in and slowly exhale. 

Hug your loved ones, don’t be shy. Say what you mean and mean what you say ala Dr. Seuss’s Horton. For I too believe in things I cannot see or hear. Life is too short to do otherwise.

For 9/18/17

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Caption This! 9/17

Part 6 ~ Major Decision

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline. Call 1-800-273-8255. Available 24 hours everyday.

The doctor (we will call him Dr. X) who admitted her was a joke.  I swear he was high on something.  Dilated pupils and the inability to sit still are tell-tale signs.  He spoke rapid fire and only sort of made sense.  All along we thought commitment was voluntary.

Dr. X: What would you like to do?

Outlining options.

Me: Can we wait for my husband?

Dr. X: When will he be here? We really should move this along. Spaces are limited.

Me through tears: Lulu do you want to stay? Do you still want to hurt yourself?

Lulu: I don’t know.  No, I don’t want to hurt myself.  I am scared momma but I can be brave.  I will stay.  Maybe here I will get to finally see somebody who can help me?

I signed her into a 72 hour hold still thinking this was voluntary considering how everything was explained to me.  The paperwork was a novel and I admit I did not retain most of it, the words floating through my brain, not sticking.  I may have signed under duress but that changes nothing.