The 10 Dollar Mall link

You may notice that I now have a link to 10 Dollar Mall down there on the right. Just wanted to let you know that it’s not an ad. If you click the link and decide to buy something, I get a ten dollar gift card from the site (which I’m a huge fan of).

Again, blog transparency, etc. etc.



Yesterday was my 26th and I celebrated quietly by heading off to Moosey’s (of course) and spending time with her and someone I haven’t seen in quite a while but vaguely remember from a long-ago camping adventure. It was time for some serious¬†asymmetrical¬†hair and ’80s makeups.


Unfortunately I turned into a big fat downer about halfway through doing crazy yoga karaoke and waxed melodramatic about personal items that usually stay in my brain (for good reason), completely embarrassing myself, and waking up the entire house upon returning home by mistaking Moosey’s phone charger for my tablet’s and taking it with me, forcing her to ring at 4am.

Haha I am just super.

Today was spent house sitting and nursing what I’m beginning to suspect is the latest flu strain that’s going around, and staring at my mother with a cartoon jaw-on-floor expression as she relayed to me how an adorable herd of pygmy goats escaped their pen near the highway and the jeep behind her wasn’t able to swerve in time.

R.I.P. adorable herd of pygmy goats.





I got this from the NAMI facebook feed and was moved enough to share it. It’s a great quote putting words to a sentiment all too easy to forget, and Lord knows I’m guilty of it.

I’m not a huge fan of Martin Luther King Jr’s personal life (but then, who is, decades after a man’s death when nothing is personal and scandal is a best-seller), but as a figure, as a leader, he’s on the short list of people I genuinely admire as a hero. His firm, gentle strength resonates today, not only for the black community, but anyone crying for justice.

I’m living on a steady diet of Elavil, caffeine, and crime documentaries. Right now I’m watching one about a guy who actually left a bag of human skin somewhere, which is crazy because it wasn’t even in America or Eastern Europe, which seems to be where that kinda thing seems to happen. Unless we’re talking about medicine murders in Africa, and girl, don’t even get me started on that because it scares the poop out of me. Can you imagine?

I don’t even know what the hell I’m talking about. I’ve got a raging case of the sads and my usual human safety blankie is being all…not talking to me because I’m awful (or he’s busy living on another continent and having actual problems that don’t concern me) and the effort of moving my stupid leaden extremities out of bed is great.