my to-do list (this weekend)

• Cookie Splash II, originally uploaded by Guido Musch.

• write and send Jerry a “Thinking of You” note
• write and send Dr. Michener a “Thank You” note
• send Bel the already written “Lucky You’re My Pen-Pal” note
• write and send Nie-Nie a “Feel Better” note
• write and send Chris a “Love” note

and

• see my daddy
• work on some design stuff
• venture out to church

belly laughs

photo source

This morning, my dear husband made me laugh so hard…

I was just getting ready to get out of the car and onto the metro
I usually hop up the escalator – make my way through the turnstile – head back down an escalator – then onto my train

This morning was different – I was hunched over giggling the entire way

I know it’s not right of me not to tell you what we were laughing at (me at him – him at me)
I just can’t, though

Anyway – he said something serious as can be to me about heavy breathing

I lost it

I could barely get out of the car I was laughing so hard

I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time

I keep breaking out into giggles here at the office so I thought I should post about it

I know these people must think I’m nuts

What he said was not intentionally funny

and that makes it so-much-more-funny-er!

i'm happy...she lied

Today was the final straw. I have been off my depression meds for about 3 months and I realized I couldn't go on like this. I thought for a while, "who wouldn't be sad with all this going on?" the fact is, if someone wasn't sad, considering, they would have some serious problems.

But, I wasn't only sad. I wasn't able to live normally. Nothing quite seemed right and I was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. My sadness consumed me and my health has deteriorated.

I've always cared so much about others but my heart has been so raw to everyone else,every pain has fallen so much more severe. In my desire to help others, ironically I've made myself a source of worry.

Medicine isn't a cure all. It isn't weakness either. I am too hard on myself. Way too hard. I cannot fix everything myself. Not my dad's kidney failure, my sister's bulimia, or my ex-mom's psychopathy.

I can take my medicine

I can ignore certain family members that make me feel bad about not being as present as they'd like

I can help those in need

I cannot fix

fact: I am who I am and I do the best I can with what I have.


photo source: click on image

dollhouse love & renovating is expensive

I once had a wooden dollhouse to play with sometimes. Nowadays, I want one to play with whenever I want.

My imagination could use a little vacation house and I think a beauty like the one above may just help do the trick.

Call me a Nerdy Spice if you want... I think it's already been done though. Ooops! I forgot! It was Dorky Spice. Nerdy Spice is free to takers.

My dolls...their house (kinda, I'm the landlord)... my furnishings/decorations. Oh the fashion!!! Home Decor!!! And all for way less money than the ongoing renovations taking place for the past year & 1/2 over on Parker Lane!!!! Cha-Ching

I'm in the 64% bracket

smelling souls

xoxox,
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