On the left side of the sanity bell curve
I meant to write this day before yesterday but got distracted several times. I accomplished my entire list on Monday. Take a shower. Brush teeth. Put on makeup. Perfectly french braid Cara’s hair for gym. Figure out where I put Ollie’s form for gym so he can start this summer. Make dinner. Get to sleep before midnight.… Continue reading Brighter Day
I have no idea what I want to write about today and am pretty much only writing because I think I should. I find it ironic that when I get all dysphoric the last thing I want to do is write and it’s probably the time when I need to write the most. If it… Continue reading Dysphoria and the Gif At the End of This Will Probably Offend You
I called Tucker’s cell today to beg him to save me from Oliver. I’m not joking. In case you don’t know, Ollie’s three. I called my husband to save me from my three year old because I was tired of being slapped in the face, punched in the back and screamed at. Tucker didn’t answer… Continue reading I Was Scared of My Three Year Old Today
I’m writing this today but I’m going to post this tomorrow so you jump in your time machine and figure all that out. The reason the time matters to me is that I know tomorrow I’ll be OK. Tomorrow I hope I’m OK. When this posts, I’ll know. Probably. Yesterday–today–was a rough fucking day. Cara… Continue reading “Sometimes Mommy Gets Sad” Talk
I’ve made this a tradition on Taste Like Crazy. I’ve done it every year for…several years and if I was the counting type then I’d go back and look. Let’s just leave it at a “tradition” shall we? I write! I don’t count! This past year has been full of ups and downs but aren’t… Continue reading My Favorite Posts on Taste Like Crazy from 2011
I’ve been trying to figure out why it’s taken me so long to write a follow-up post to the “Where Do I Go From Here?” post and I’ve come to a couple of conclusions. First and foremost is the fact that I knew I needed to respond to your comments and I just didn’t have… Continue reading Shoving At the Comfort Line
I have entered no man’s land with regards to where I stand in the blogging world. And that’s awesome when you’re just blogging cause you want to write about what’s going on with your life and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. BUT, when you’re wanting to gain some respect in MULTIPLE areas, it’s… Continue reading Where Do I Go From Here?
Over the past holiday weekend, I’ve decided that the holidays need mental help. They are, in fact, bipolar and should, most likely, be medicated. I’ve also decided this bipolarishness comes from highly set expectations that might be attainable if not for unfamiliar ovens and dry dressing and the black hole that is moving. And I… Continue reading The Holidays are Bipolar
I’ve quit ignoring Dad’s calls. Now I just sit there and let him ramble if he wants. He mentions coming and seeing us but, considering he said that the whole four years we were stationed in Florida, I doubt that’s going to happen. Then again, he could totally surprise me. He hasn’t been himself the… Continue reading What Do You Do When Your Liar Father Might Be Lying To Your Kid?
An interesting thing happened recently: I took a break from the internet and didn’t miss it. I didn’t really mean to take a break and it’s no coincidence that my “break” perfectly coincided with me receiving my copy of Sims 3 Pets. Is it sad that digital ponies have more of a draw than digital… Continue reading And the Interwebs Didn’t Die
I’m finally getting back into the swing of things. I haven’t felt like doing anything for the past couple of days other than sitting on my butt and while I normally spend a good part of the day sitting on my ass, usually I spend said time being somewhat productive. Productivity and I weren’t really… Continue reading Productivity Is for the Birds
What blows the absolute and utmost about suicide is that, when someone really wants to take their own life, it can’t be prevented save for someone finding said person in the act or directly following and then maybe not even. The most help you can give is to be a friend. If you fear for… Continue reading Suicide: The One Who is Fighting the Battle with Himself.
