TOUGH TITTY TUESDAY – CALM DOWN BABS

TOUGH TITTY TUESAYbar dotsbar dotsYa’ know. Some people would bitch if they were hung with a new rope.
Apparently, Barbra Streisand decided that there wasn’t enough important shit going on in the world. She had to pick a fight with Siri.
Siri? A computerized assistant? Yep. That’s the one.
For those of you who aren’t up on who Siri is and what she does, you can read about it here.
Siri is an Apple app that talks to you, much like your GPS in your vehicle.
So ‘ol Babs doesn’t like the way Siri says her name.
(Anybody have a tissue?)
Seriously. Not even kidding. A computerized, robotic assistant on your phone or iPad and Barbra Streisand is bitching about her.
                     (Picture stolen from CNN.money.com)bar dotsLong story short. – And you can read the full story over at CNN Money. – Barbra Streisand does what any one of us would do when we don’t like the way Siri says our name. She calls the head of Apple and bitches to him about it and pussy that he is, he tells her he’ll get right on it and make sure that Siri – not a real human being folks – pronounces Barbra’s name correctly by the end of Sept.
Are you fucking kidding me?
If only she’d used her “star power” to call the governor of Louisianna to find out how big of a check she should tell Siri to write out to help the flood victims!
But no. Clearly, it’s more important that some computerized assistant pronounce her name correctly.
bar dotsIf I were the head of Apple and ‘ol Babs called me to bitch about something so incredibly trivial. Guess what I’d be telling her???
That’s right – TOUGH TITTY BABS!
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Apparently, you do Babs otherwise, you wouldn’t be bitching about Siri.
bar dotsTOUGH TITTY TUESDAY “TO DO’s” –
**Sew
**Sew
And…
**Sew!

We’re getting a break from the triple-digit heat. Only in the 80’s all week and that’s a huge relief. If it’s not too smoky I’ll take lit’l Miss Luci up to the trails tomorrow morning. She got groomed today and it wiped her out.
bar dotsHappy ‘Tough Titty Tuesday’ folks!
If you could call up the head of any company and bitch, who would it be and why?
I’d call McDonald’s because ya’ know what? I think they’ve been in business long enough that they could have figured out how to make a lid for their flippin’ cups that doesn’t cause the entire drink to pour down the front of your shirt every time you try to take a sip!
bar dotsMimi’s quote for the day –
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IT’S CALLED SHABBY CHIC

bar dotsIt may be called “shabby chic” but I call it shabby shit and Craigslist is filled with shabby shit.
I’m not a fan of painted wood. I’m just not. It’s like nails on a chalkboard to me and then to go that “extra mile” and make it look even shittier by scuffing it up in places?
Yeah no.
Unless said “shabby chic” piece came out of a 100 yr. old farmhouse and was originially painted by great-great-great-great Grandpa Joe? – Just say no.
Seriously? This is just a chipped up old table with a shitty paint job.

And whoever is responsible for this hideous Pepto-Bismol makeover is an idiot. My grandma had this set and the wood underneath this atrocity is absolutely beautiful.
bar dotsAnother word people throw around when they’re trying to sell shit on Craigslist. “Vintage.”
I call it vintage vomit.
Okay, first of all, “super cute?? No.
Second. Seriously? “NO HOLDS.”
I’m pretty sure people aren’t  lining up n’ taking numbers to get this gem.

Another piece my grandma had. A whole set actually. Again, the wood underneath is beautiful. Morons.
bar dotsI totally get that some people like this look and even go out of their way to personally achieve it. But on antiques or super cool retro pieces?? Just say no. Step away from the Martha Stewart kool-aid and just say no…
This whole trend just isn’t for me.
My taste in wood is much like my taste in people. I prefer natural beauty.

SIDE NOTE: If you’re really trying to sell something online or otherwise.
DON’T use grandpa as a selling point. Nobody wants to smell like grandpa.
“This fragrance reminds me of a beloved grandpa, after a shave and haircut at the barber shop! Heart notes of amber and rum with a light top note of musk and Bay make this irresistible!”
(A random post from somebody selling a bar of soap.)
bar dotsBUJO 411 (Excerpts from one of my bullet journals)
**No more triple digit heat. All week temps in the 80’s. I can live with that.
**5 wildfires out of control. None are close. The smoke is blanketing our city. Air quality zero. Lots of people wearing masks.
**Pup to the groomer.
**Get one Christmas quilt done.
**Finish current read.
bar dotsYour turn to weigh in. What say ye’?
Shabby chic or shabby shit???
Vintage or vintage vomit?
bar dotsMimi’s quote for the day –
Find something beautiful today. Embrace it. Appreciate it. Accept it.
And smile.
Happy Monday folks!
bar dotsJoining Corinne over at ‘Everyday Gyann‘ for #MondayMusings and you can too!
Just click on the link!
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TOUGH TITTY TUESDAY – It’s Okay To Laugh, Really It Is..

TOUGH TITTY TUESAYI’m with ya’ Mr. Eastwood!
Our society has become so tight-assed that EVERY move, comment, thought, photo, etc. must be placed under a microscope of  those who decide what is and/or what isn’t, “politically correct,” funny or socially acceptable.Someone should write a book. In fact, write a few of ’em.
You know, like this guy.

Here are some suggestions –
Wouldn’t this make life so much easier?
We’d all be on the same page.
Void of intelligence, choice, personality and seemingly, most important, void of a sense of humor.
Recently, comedienne – keyword, comedienne – Ellen DeGeneres posted this pic of her and her friend, Gold medalist Olympian, Usain Bolt.
When I saw this pic my first thought was, “Wow, no kidding.” My mind did not immediately go to anything racist or degrading or unjust. I saw the humor. The humor intended by the comedienne, Ellen Degeneres.
Which, FYI, I’m pretty sure she probably ran this photo by her friend, Usain Bolt, before she posted it.
The backlash and comments that ensued because of this photo are mind-boggling.
TO THE COMMENTERS AND THOSE “POLITICALLY CORRECT” ASSHOLES:
Tough Titty!
This is a funny pic of two friends and nothing more. If I had a friend that fast, black, white, purple or green, I’d wanna’ be piggybacking him around too!
Side Note: If you have a Twitter account you can view the tweet and all comments, here.
If not, CNN has a post, here.

What say ye’ my good people? Is this photo offensive, racist, politically incorrect??
Or did you, like me, just see the humor.
My plans for this “Tough Titty Tuesday” include NOT leaving my house because of the triple digit heat. I will most likely be sewing, reading and catching up on my ‘CSI’ seasons on Hulu and then switching over to HBO Now to finish up season #6 of ‘Game of Thrones.’
What’s on tap for your ‘T.T.T?’
Stay cool or warm, and to my peeps in the south, stay dry and safe!
And remember to laugh a little. It’s okay. Really it is.
Mimi’s quote for the day –
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DO YOU WORK HERE?

Every time I walk into a store, and it doesn’t matter which store. I get asked at least 3 times, “Do you work here?” Not even kidding. I can be in the lightbulb aisle all by my lonesome and somebody will come along and say, “Excuse me, do you work here?”
Staring at the wall o’ paper towels, “Uh, do you work here?”
Picking out strawberries. “Um, can you tell me where the paperclips are?”

It’s fucking annoying and makes me question my choice of outfit for the day, and that’s fucking annoying.
No. No, I don’t work here and no. I can’t tell you where the fucking paperclips are located, scattered, made.

So, before the bazillionth person asks me, “Do you work here?” Lemma’ break it down so that there can never be any confusion ever again.
CLUES THAT LET YOU KNOW I DON’T FUCKING “WORK HERE”
1.)
I speak English.
Don’t give me any flack on this one because you all know it’s true. Nine times out of ten, when you can actually find a store employee to ask them a question, they BARELY speak English.
FYI, the name tag with 28 letters in their first name. That’s a dead giveaway.
I wrote about them in this post, ‘The Store We Love To Hate.’

2.) Am I wearing a vest of ANY kind of any color?
Lemme’ answer that for you. That’s a big fat NO! No, I’m not. Why? Because I NEVER wear vests. Not for anything or anytime for anyone.
Me + Vest = Not fucking happening.

3.) Am I wearing a “Tim Allen” DIY apron of any color and did you find me standing at the end of a light fixture aisle or toilet aisle?
No. No, I’m not and no. No, you didn’t. Why? Because the only place you’ll find me wearing an apron is in my own fucking kitchen and ONLY during the holidays.
You may find me at this aisle. I won’t be wearing an apron though.
Chances are, I won’t be wearing anything at all.

4.) Am I wearing a name tag, khakis, a green, red, blue, or black shirt with a company logo of any kind on it and is there a 10ft lanyard hanging around my neck with another name tag and 100 keys?
No, no, and no???
Then guess what the answer is boys and girls…

5.) And the number one clue that lets you know, I don’t fucking work here?
If you saw me PICK SOMETHING UP (work) AND PUT IT BACK WHERE IT ACTUALLY BELONGS (again, work)….
Don’t ask..
Becaaauuuuuusssseeeeee…
I DON’T FUCKING WORK HERE!In other news – Zip, zero, nada. Been busy sewing and beating this heat which is finally cooling off into the 90’s and that’s okay by me! It was so windy last night I thought a storm was blowing in but nope. It’s Idaho. We rarely get storms but we do have fires and I don’t even want to think about what that wind did to those.

I’m going to get my hair cut today and run some errands.
Happy Wednesday!

Mimi’s quote for the day –
feather

TOUGH TITTY TUESDAY – MCDONALD’S

TOUGH TITTY TUESAYApparently McDonald’s, after a bazillion years on the planet, has now decided to make healthier food?
Yeah, I know. They’ve been doing it gradually over the years with the addition of salads on the menu and apples in the Happy Meals, oatmeal in the morning but now? Now they’re messin’ with the McNuggets.
Back off McDonald’s. Them’s fightin’ words.

According to CNN Money, “…as of Monday it’s chicken nuggets and several breakfast menu items no longer have artificial preservatives. And McDonald’s plans to eliminate high fructose corn syrup from all its hamburger buns by the end of August.”
CNN goes on to say, “Artificial ingredients have been targeted by consumer advocacy and regulatory groups raising flags about health risks.”
SERIOUSLY?
Is there somebody on the planet that didn’t know this???
NOBODY goes to McDonald’s or any other fast food joint because they’re fucking healthy. They go because it’s disgustingly loaded with all of those artificial ingredients and grease and sodium and anything else that makes fast food taste so delicious.

TO MCDONALD’S – Stop fucking with the food. Ya’ know you can get a 10 pc. nugget at ‘Burger King’ for a buck 49 AND they added ‘Mac n’ Cheetos’ to their menu.
They don’t give a shit about health risks.

TO THE HEALTH NUTSTough Titty!
Eat someplace else!
I’m not big on fast food but it’s certainly convenient when you’re out late and you don’t feel like going home to cook. Or, hey, we all get those cravings for whatever fast food we happen to like best. Lately, Burger King nuggets have been my “go to” fast food choice. They taste way better than McDonald’s McNuggets and you get more bang for your buck. I don’t like Burger King’s drinks tho so I’ll head down the road to McDonald’s and grab a sweet tea or stop at a gas station and get a bottle of water.
SIDE NOTE:  If you haven’t tried the ‘Mac n’ Cheetos’ at Burger King, you need to. They’re yummy.

What’s your favorite fast food joint? Whatta’ ya’ get?
You know I’m a nosey bitch so I wanna’ know.Happy “Tough Titty Tuesday! What’s going on in your lives today that makes you wanna’ shout TOUGH TITTY!feather

MISS DAZEY DRIVING

I can’t be alone on this.

RULES FOR RIDING IN MY CAR
1.) Wear your seatbelt.
If I choose not to wear mine, that’s on me. I’ll risk the ticket. I won’t risk the ticket for your ass. Nor will I be held responsible for you catapulting through my windshield in the event of an accident.
On the flip side of that, I won’t be held responsible if you’re wearing your seatbelt and get trapped inside my vehicle. That’s between you, your surviving family members, your insurance, your attorney, the state and automaker.
Not it.2.) All body parts are to remain inside the vehicle at all times.
I don’t go back for lost hats, shoes, flip flops or twirling things that look cool.funny honk if a kid falls out3.) Don’t touch the radio.
I don’t walk into your home and change the channel on your t.v.
Don’t get in my car and start flippin’ through the stations.
My vehicle. My music. Oh, and an addendum to the whole radio thing.
This.4.) Don’t touch the AC/Heat.
If you’re hot/cold let me know. I’m not an asshole.
I’ll cool you off or warm you up but if it’s already balls hot in my vehicle and you’re still cold I suggest you layer.
If you can hang meat in my vehicle and you’re still hot. Unlayer.
Be happy I have both. It could be worse.
5.) Much like the state parks – If you carry it in, carry it out.
This means any and all fast food bags, drinks, candy wrappers, gum wrappers, straw wrappers, game/cd/dvd wrappers…
YOUR WATER BOTTLES…
Please, and thank you.
6.) You’re the food prepper.
If we go through a drive-thru your job is to put the straw in my drink and unwrap my burger – half way, not all the way. I don’t need a bunch of shit falling down the front of my shirt – and hand it to me.
On the trips that I choose nuggets instead of a burger I suggest you choose something you can eat with one hand because your other one will be holding my nuggets and dipping sauce.
And be prepared with a million napkins.
See, I’m not alone. These girls get it.
7.) AND MOST IMPORTANTLY
– If I have a drink in my drink holder –
DO NOT EXFOLIATE YOUR ARM ACROSS THE TOP OF MY FUCKING STRAW REACHING FOR SOMETHING OR WHILE YOU’RE TRYING TO ADJUST YOURSELF IN YOUR SEAT.
Do all of your reaching and adjusting before we’re rollin’ down the road.
8.) Don’t start sorting through your purse, backpack or wallet while I’m driving.
We’re going to the fucking store. You’re not moving in.
Exactly!

9.) Wear deodorant.
DO NOT WEAR “AXE”. You’re not a 12 yr. old boy lookin’ to get laid.
Do not bathe in your cologne/perfume. You’re not a 7-Eleven/Mobil gas station owner.
Take a shower and call it a day.
10.) My vehicle doesn’t run on “thanks for the ride.”
If I’m heading into town or you’re somewhere along my travels and you need to hitch a ride. Cool. But if I’m taking time out of my day to pick you up and drive you to the other side of the state?
And you can forget the ass and grass but fabric might work. – Just sayin’..What about you guys? Any rules for people along for the ride? I know you’ve got some and I wanna’ hear ’em!

Happy August 1st! Who can believe this year has flown by so fast? Halloween and Christmas stuff is already up n’ on sale around here.
I have to say. I’m not looking forward to the cold and gray skies of winter but a break from the never-ending heat would be nice. If it could stay spring and fall year round that’d be awesome. Throw in a few 80-ish degree days for tanning purposes and then be done with it.
Oh. And the sun must shine always unless we’re getting a phenomenal thunderstorm which never happens here.
So yeah. Sunshine every day would be nice.
I hope wherever you are the weather is being kind to you. I hope people are being kind to you too, and you to them.
We need more of that.

Mimi’s quote for the day –
life kindnessfeather

IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE

My day yesterday.
Gmah2 calls me the other night. She desperately needs my help with a surprise wedding shower.
Gmah2 and I have been friends for over 20 years. Of course, I’ll help.
What do I need to do?
Hem some table cloths. – Check
Bring some ribbon. – Check
Bring some lace. – Check
You’ll probably need to bring your sewing machine “just in case.” – Check
Glue sticks and a glue gun? – Check
Gmah2 tells me she’ll pick me up in the morning, which she does. It isn’t until we’re driving past her neighborhood that I ask where the hell we’re going. “Oh,” she says. “We’re doing everything at Linda’s place.”
Perfect. I’ve met Linda once. I don’t know where Linda lives. Scratch that. I DO NOW!
Three words – This fucking heat!
Add to that, this fucking heat in the middle of nowhere fucking Idaho. Sitting in an old farmhouse with one teenie, tiny window unit AC.
Add to that, nearly 20 people mulling about and all of the body heat to go with ’em.
Add to that, walking back and forth to a hot ass, mofo, barn in the middle of nowhere fucking Idaho.
Did I happen to mention that I had on a dress and flip flops??

I thought I was going to Gmah2’s house. A beautiful house in the beautiful suburbs with AC that runs so cold you could hang meat. But no. I’m in the middle of nowhere fucking Idaho trying to sew, hot glue and decorate around 20 other sweaty fucking people. 20 other sweaty people that were supposed to be helping and ended up doing nothing but drinking soda and eating chips while Gmah2 and I did all of the work, in an old farmhouse with a teenie, tiny window unit AC that, FYI, I huff n’ puff out more air when I’m wiggling and wriggling into my sports bra fresh out of the shower than that thing kicked out on high!
Besides my hair and my temper, ya’ wanna’ know what doesn’t hold up in this heat? ANY decorations made using a hot glue gun!
In fact, I said, “I don’t think this is going to work guys. It’s too hot.”
“Oh no!” They said. “They’ll be fine, we’ll put them in front of the fans.”
“Okay, first of all, before these glued up, laced up ribboned up fucking wreaths go in front of the fans, my fat ass is sitting in front of one.
And second, no. No, they won’t be fine, ” I said. “No, they fucking won’t.”
SURPRISE! Me melting at a dining room table, sewing away with burnt fucking fingertips from the million and one itty bitty flowers and seashells I’d been gluing to wreaths all day and one by one I hear shit falling off of the wreaths and onto the floor.
Then I hear someone say, and I don’t know who said it because trust me I would’ve got the glue gun and glued their mouth shut..
“Maybe if we put them in the freezer.”
I.Was.Done.
At some point some old guy, I guess he lived there. I don’t know. He yells out, “I’m firin’ up the grill! Who wants some hot dogs and burgers?” Seriously? It’s a million degrees outside. And everybody starts gathering up chairs and tables and then out of nowhere, enough food to feed a small country starts streaming out the door. I just want to die. I want a pool, a lake, a beach, my tub, my shower. SOMETHING!

I find Gmah2 and say, “Hey, looks like things are winding down. Uh, when are we heading out?”
– I didn’t take my vehicle. I should’ve taken my vehicle. I ALWAYS take my vehicle. Why???? Because of situations Just.Like.This. –
Gmah2 says to me, “Well, don’t you want to eat first? They made all this food.”
“No, Gmah2. I don’t want to eat. I want to jump in the nearest fucking lake. I want to pour a bucket of water over my head. I want to strip down naked and run thru the irrigation sprinklers. So no. No. I don’t want a fucking hot dog and warm potato salad and melted jello. I want to go home.” I said this as sweetly as I could to my dear, old friend. I even smiled. Sort of. It could’ve been a snarl.

My dear, old friend who knows me so well promptly turned around and gave a shout out, “Okay. Well, we gotta’ go. See you on Saturday.”
On the way home, Gmah2 apologized for not telling me ahead of time where we’d be, how hot the house would be, how many people would be mulling about in that old, hot house, and most of all for the shitty air conditioning. Had I known, I would’ve prepared differently. I certainly wouldn’t have worn a dress and flip flops! And, I probably would’ve said no.
On the way home Gmah2 also bought me a giant ice cream cone.
We’re still friends. Ice cream on a million degree day makes everything better.
Once I finally made it home I nearly dove into my shower and stayed under it until I was a shriveled prune. I got out, grabbed a huge glass of iced tea and this book. It was one of my “stuff a bag” library book sale books.
According to ‘Good Reads’ I started this book back in April. Makes sense. I’ve been busy. I’ve never read this author before but I do like her. She’ll be getting a 5 star rating.
And that, my friends, was my day yesterday. A great prelude into an early morning dr. appt. this morning.
What’s on tap for today? More iced tea. More reading and going, doing, ab-so-lute-ly NOTHING.

Stay cool my friends. Unless you’re in the middle of your winter right now. Then I wish I could send you some of this heat to warm you up!
The best part of my day yesterday besides spending time with Gmah2 was that not one word of politics was spoken and that was heavenly.
Mimi’s quote for the day –
feather

HEY, IT’S TUESDAY!

I was looking for a Tuesday bloghop linky thing to join and yeah, there aren’t any. Let me specify. There aren’t any for me. All of them have that lit’l clause in their list of rules “must be FAMILY FRIENDLY.”
Well, first of all, as all of you know, Mimi is not a rule follower. The only rules I have ever followed in my entire life were my dad’s.
Side Note: Following the law is exempt here because following the law is not necessarily following “the rules.” Following the law is simply complying with the authorities that govern my state and my country. Thereby, I am law abiding, not rule following.
#piecesofme #reallifeshit – I’ve never been arrested and I’ve only gotten one ticket. Speeding (surprise!)
So yeah, no Tuesday bloghop/linkup for me. Instead I’ll share some projects I’m working on.
pghostDoing something fun with these lit’l ghost faces.

And these skulls.

And these trees.
Pics of finished projects to follow.
I made this Pokemon kiddie tote. No pattern. Just kinda’ winged it but it turned out super cute and I already have orders. Go me!My soon-to-be, daughter-in-law, aka, “Puzzle Girl” is making jewelry. She does a fantastic job. She works with puzzle pieces a lot because she is a champion of Autism Awareness and works with disabled adults. We’re going to try and swing a couple of craft show/festivals together this fall.Today I’ll be working with this fabric.
In other news – It’s really not news but unless you live in a cave. You may have noticed, it’s fucking hot out!
FYI, this is one of the many reasons I can’t do bloghops with rules. When the it’s fucking hot outside, I say it’s fucking hot outside.
I suppose I could reword it to something like, golly gee, it sure is warm out there but golly gee, it sure is warm out there doesn’t cut it when you step outside and melt into the concrete because why? It’s fucking hot out!
Mimi’s quote for the day –
Stay cool my friends!
feather

PIECES OF ME

I feel like I should be a magician on my blog.
Now you see me. Now you don’t.
I’ve delayed posting because I may be traveling soon and my travels won’t allow for regular blogging so I was going to wait until I got back. As of this post, it’s still up in the air, so here I am back at it in the off chance that my travel plans fall through. I suppose I could write some drivel and schedule posts for when/if I’m gone but pre-scheduled posting doesn’t work for me.
In the words of Julia Roberts in ‘Pretty Woman,’ “I’m a fly by the seat of my pants kinda’ girl.”
My friend “Frannie” said that I should write more of the real life shit that actually happens and not the fluff that I have been writing. So, ready or not, here are a few real life shit “pieces of me.”
My life as of late. Nothing earth-shattering. I do what I do.
Sewing, reading, writing, church on Sundays, meeting up with friends when all of our planets align, and lately, going to a never ending stream of doctor appointments.According to my oncologist, I am cancer free and should be for the rest of my life. – Go me! –
On the flip side of that coin is the thought, yeah well, 3 months before I was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer my primary doc gave me a clean bill of health but told me to quit smoking and lose some weight. So my current oncologist telling me that I should be cancer free for the rest of my life, meh, maybe, maybe not but definitely words of hope to hang onto. The reality is though, once you have cancer, every cough, every itch, every nap will unconsciously send your thoughts and heart racing back to, “what if it’s the cancer again?” It’s the nature of the beast.
Cancer will always be a part of me.
It will always be the boogie man hiding under the bed.
Other real life shit. Altho my oncologist says I’m cancer free I am not free of the side effects of my cancer treatment.I have chronic neuropathy in my feet which will keep me on the disability list for the rest of my life. It will never get better, only worse, which is somewhat frightening because at this moment I’d like to take a chainsaw and cut my feet off. Not even kidding. The pain is excruciating.
Tonight my feet are blocks of ice and numb until I stub my toe or bump a table leg, then it’s like you’re outside in the freezing cold, no gloves, your fingers are so cold they hurt and then you bump one? That pain? TIMES A MILLION. Throughout the day it feels like my feet are on fire and I’m walking on shards of glass and hot coals. There is no in between, it is always, forever will be, one or the other.

Neuropathy is the gift that keeps on giving and comes with side effects of it’s very own. Not only are my feet fucked up but also my back because with neuropathy you walk so cautiously favoring one foot over the other, or both, it throws everything off and your back does a lit’l twist n’ shout all it’s own. Back surgery is definitely in my future but not my immediate future.

I have an appointment with a pain specialist next month so we’ll see what he can do. None of the neuropathy medications on the market work for me and I don’t do pain meds because they have zero effect on me. Vicodin speeds me up and the rest are like taking Ibuprofen so I take Ibuprofen.
More real life shit? I’ve been diagnosed with adult ADHD. Shocking. I know. I also started therapy.
Apparently I have issues. Who doesn’t?
This is what therapy looks like most days.
Seriously. I got these on my first session and I use them a lot. In therapy, we chat and I color. At home, I color 20 minutes before bed. Supposed to clear the mind. It works.

We talk a lot about to toxic people and situations and the importance of eliminating both from my life. Fortunately, as I was weaning myself off a few they hurried things along by being assholes and eliminated themselves so yay, less work for me to do.
Whew. I think that’s enough real life shit for the moment. There’s other real life shit going on but it’s the same for everybody.
Politics, shooting, more politics, more shootings. I give up on all of it. It makes no sense.
Happy Monday folks. Here’s to making it through the day without shooting someone over their politics, their religion, who they love, where they live or how much or how little money they make.
When we were kids we all walked to school together. We sat and learned together, and at the end of the day we walked each other home and chatted along the way.
What happened to us?
Mimi’s quote for the day –

FESTIVAL OF WORDS #5 – WRITE TRIBE – DAY 3

A lit’l late posting but it’s been a day of celebration for me and I just sorta’ got caught up in my own self-absorbed moment.
According to “the powers that be,” I have successfully jumped through all hoops requested of me and am now free to get on with the rest of my life.
Since I am so late in posting. I will simply share what my current, at this moment, life includes.
Yep. Snowflakes. I’m working on a project involving snowflakes. The weather outside might be frightfully hot but inside my place, today, it’s snowing!I hope today all of you have found something to celebrate. If not, take a deep breath and celebrate that.
I do.Mimi’s quote for the day –