Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
13,315 Days Alive
6,914 Steps Taken Today
830 Days Straight on Duolingo
1 Awful Bite of Chorizo
I’m exhausted. J and I drove out to Longwood today to help Mal and Bubbles and their brood move.
Continue reading “Of Moving and Mexican Food”
13.007 Days Alive
2 New Recipes to Tweak
1 Happy Spockers
Spock and Fen both seemed glad to see me back home. The visit with Mal and the girls was nice. I am glad to be home, though. Not crocheting for a full weekend was weird.
Continue reading “Of Roadtrips and Recipes”
13,006 Days Alive
2 Pieces of Birthday Cookie
1 Chicken Enchilada
So today was Mal’s birthday celebration. It was pretty fun! We had these awesome ham and cheese sliders that Bubbles made and played Game of Disney which is like Cards Against Humanity, but completely Disney centered. It is nowhere near PG though.
Continue reading “Of Birthdays and Babysitting”
12,813 Days Alive
2 Burritos Eaten
1 New Family Member
Bubbles had the baby this afternoon! I am Tia Theo another time over. Little Bee, as I’ve chosen to call her, looks like an adorable potato, as I believe all newborns do. A cute potato, but a potato nonetheless. Good thing I love potatoes! Ha!
Continue reading “Bees and Burritos”
12,664 Days Alive
Dozens of Photos Taken
1 Nee Haircut and a Birthday Baby
Today was Baby Bubble’s birthday party. Cousin Kay, Grandma Gator, and I rode in together to Mal and Bubbles’ house for the party with a bunch of other friends and family.
Continue reading “Baby Bubble’s Birthday”
12,605 Days Alive
1 Hat Made
1 Very Long Nap
I don’t normally do a word of the year sort of thing. But if I had to pick one, it would be “laughter”.
Continue reading “2020: The Year of Naps and Laughter”
12,481 Days Alive
This hurricane still isn’t sure what it’s doing. It should just swing off the coast? Maybe?
Continue reading “Hurricane Dorian/Labor Day Weekend Day 1”
Tomorrow I will have a recipe for you, photos from meeting Baby Bubble, seeing Mal (short for Mallard, aka my brother who is now a father) and Bubbles , and a proper post. But I am absolutely out of spoons right now.
Have some poetry I wrote thirteen years ago under the cut. Continue reading “Terrifically Tired”
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