Friends are like bras; a good one never lets you down
Don’t fall for that ol’ pile of donkey dung and spend more than you have on holiday gifts. No need to get super deep in debt this year. Look what happened to this guy who got in over his head.
This Black Friday crap kills me. There’s really no need to spend an arm and a leg on gifts. Small, meaningful presents are where it’s at.
Not exactly the sort of hitchhiker I’d pick up.
Found him at the flea market 10 days ago and took a photo of the unusual mode of transportation he chose. Personally, if I saw a spider THAT BIG wanting a ride, I’d put pedal to the metal and get the hell away from him.
Hoping there’s more to the World Series than just a couple quick games.
Yep, all geared up for the weekend! Look out, kids, here we come!
The next several days will be spent prepping for faire, getting to faire, setting up at faire, faire-ing, and then coming home. So to leave you with things to peruse, PHOTOS.
Nobody puts Baby in the corner. Worse still, when Baby’s put in a jar, Baby gets really pissy.
Do you know what this is?
First, the isolated rain cloud
And then, just a pretty sky
As I type this (last night since this isn’t posting til morning), it’s almost 9pm and still over 90 degrees. The air is dead. No breeze. King Arthur is recovering from oral surgery, in pain, not eating, and I feel horrible because there’s nothing I can do to ease his pain.
My new doctor is wonderful. The insurance company: not so much. They still insist on making it difficult for me to fill my meds. As well, I’ll be needing to see a pain management doctor and I’m pretty certain insurance will raise a fuss about that. So I spend days hoping and praying my meds come through soon and I can get back on the pain management path that has become a rather good “habit”. Yes, I said habit. It sounds horrible, as if I have a drug habit, but what I really mean is that it’s taken me years to develop a routine and a regimen that requires me to change certain patterns in life so that I can function. By making these changes, I integrate all the new things I need to do into my life…I make them new habits. Thinking of pain management as less a chore and more “healthy habit”, it’s easier for me to live with the accommodations necessary to do what I need to do. Pain habits. Pain relief habits. It’s just how life is anymore.
King Arthur is having to make all sorts of adjustments to life because of this. And then we throw in his surgery and post-op pain. Fun times.
Between his pain and mine, we’re just a couple bumps on our respective logs.
While it’s true that SoCal isn’t as hot as Vegas in August, it’s still uncomfortable and keeping us indoors for the bulk of the day. At some point today, we’ll need to go out and pick up his prescriptions, and — hopefully — mine as well. With any luck, it’ll have cooled down some.
Regardless, these little flowers made me feel cooler just looking at them.
It might be clematis, but I’m not positive. So…there.
As you can see, they’re not entirely purple or blue. And depending on where I was in relation to the sun, one is bluer than the others, yet it still has a purple cast to it. I tried to color correct in post but didn’t like the shift in tone. This is where I ended up.
