To know me, is not necessarily to love me (but I think you totally would at least “sort of” like me). So I will use this post to attach some pictures of shit I think is kind of awesome.
Also as a PSA to my 12 followers and random readers…*** I am REALLY still trying to learn how to navigate the world of blogging, so if my site changes like 59 times and things are in weird places or your blog isn’t under my “likes”…it’s not that I don’t adore your blog just can’t figure out how to get it on my page. About that… My page, like me is a f’n work in progress. I am continuing to write despite the struggle of stumbling through this process while coping with a severely tech. challenged brain. So anyway…back to crap I love and if you look at it, you might like it and could feel like ya kind of know me better.
My grandmother. She had 12 children and is my God Damn Hero.
My goddaughter…because you can never “over accessorize and she already get’s this. and fairy wings rule.
My godmother…because her life has been the hardest I have known and she is still here to fucking talk about it.
not me…the Barbie. Never had one because mom didn’t want me to compare myself to her…so I spent my entire childhood thinking about her because I wasn’t allowed to have it…at age 41, she finally caved. WIN.
this guy. because he’s my husband, but more importantly he built me a outdoor motherfuckin’ shower. and that is beyond all awesomeness. because you can shower OUTSIDE. YES!
This bracelet, because I made it. and it has the brain tumor ribbon, an elephant (good brain and awesome animal) and it gave me hope on some dark days.
I ADD THIS LAST POST BECAUSE WHILE BY TRADE I AM A THERAPIST…AS A HUMAN I HAVE KNOWN THE DARKNESS OF DEPRESSION, THE TORTURE OF ANXIETY AND THE INDESCRIBABLE PAIN OF TRAUMA…SO I LEAVE THIS NUMBER TO ALWAYS BE ON MY PAGE. TO KNOW THERE IS ALWAYS HOPE AND ALWAYS SOMEONE TO HEAR YOU, 24 HOURS A DAY.
There are a lot of other things that I think are my favorites…but I may have already overestimated your level of interest in this, so I will stop here. But there are just so many more…to be continued.
But wait…just a few more, I can’t help it..and now, I am officially done. Carry On.
yeah, again…12 kids. amazing mom and dad. my heros
Because. She refused to move…can you say brave?
even during darkness…this one get’s me to belly laugh. and was a ball breaker. which is an awesome quality in my mind.
my favorite painting for so many reasons…