Thursday, April 3, 2014

What a beautiful day.

I can't deny a beautiful day when I see one.  It's nearly 60 degrees out,  my Bird is wearing a cute outfit, I paid off one student loan and most importantly,  om getting a pedicure.  

I feel horrible for whomever has to deal with these atrocious feet. I mean, it's been 2 years since I have had the pleasure of firm hands rubbing my feet and making them look human.   Two years of me ripping my own toe nails off.  It's not a good look.

I've chosen a nice, Spring blue to cover the lower claws.  If Bird cooperates,  I may even get my nails did.  Highly unlikely, but enjoyable to dream of.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Yeah bitches

I may or may not keel over and die.  I completed my first calculated walk ever...
I will share the results below or wherever the image lands.

I knew I wanted to do something to get un-fat and I'm kinda doing it.  I've been eliminating shitty yet delicious food, trying to do more stuff outside of my house and blah blah.  

Although I feel as if a hundred firey sun's are resting on my legs,  I hear that means it's working.  I found this app on my phone that actually works thud far and I found a walking buddy.   Perfect.

I'll post more about these past few days when I recover from my "healthy choices".

Additionally,  I've decided to become a farmer.  

Monday, March 17, 2014

The kindness of strangers

As you know, we are dealing with dementia over here. If you haven't dealt with it full time, head on, you might not know the pain and stress you feel. The feeling of "I'm the only one who is dealing with this."

Last week on one of my local mom pages on Facebook, a poster wrote that she had elder care supplies, free to whomever needed it.   I comment that I'd gladly take whatever she had and we arranged a day for me to pick them up.   That particular day was a bad day for us and I didn't make it there. 

Danielle, the poster with the supplies,  has offered me an outlet. . Someone who was here, caring for a loved one with dementia,  someone who felt alone. She has checked in one to see how things are going, to let me know she came across more items should I need them, and asked me how I was feeling.

A stranger caring about another stranger. Offering her time,  her heart and her ears because she was feeling alone too.

There are still good people in our world.