Joyful Mayhem

Oh boy...  all I really have to say these days is "pthhh". Laments 1. It's like homeowner apocalypse over here. Things are breaking left & right; food is spoiling, leaks are bursting and floors are buckling. Oh there's more broken & on the verge...those are just the highlights. And of course insurance is playing the, "well, we're not sure if that's covered" game.  2. Welcome to migraine town. I don't know why. (I'm in the beginning stages of figuring it out so yes, I'll get it taken care of) I've only ever had 2 headaches that were what I think were actual migraines. (and let me rabbit trail here. It completely bugs me when people say they have a migraine when it's just a really bad headache.  It's like it degrades what people go through when they've been actual migraine sufferers for years.) Anyhow... in the past 6 weeks now I've had 3. pthhh 3. Meh. ..  4. Nothing planned for dinner t

Look at that...a recent posting and I think I'm prolific as Stephen King. Ok, ok, it's more like procrastinating other tasks. At least this is making me feel a little productive. :)   On to it then! Laments: 1. Our upright freezer broke a couple of weeks ago. It's been a pain to say the least. Not only did we lose food, but trying to find storage for the remaining frozen food has been a whole other issue.  2. I've been fighting the "meh's" . 3.  I just had to type the word "it's" nine times. Yes, nine.  DYAC 4. Siri has hated me from the beginning which is fine, because the feeling is mutual. But now, "Hey Google" is starting to mess with me. I was looking for something to post on facebook explaining what I did on Saturday. I did a voice search for "lazy slug", watched the text fill in and then erase and auto (un)correct ! WTH!? (FYI - if you aren't familiar with pregnancy, this will e

Downtown Funk you up, I say downtown funk you up.   ...Yah, that's not really the word I'm thinking.  I'm at the point now when I can (usually) see depression trying to come for an uninvited visit. I mean, being able to recognize it is good. I know there are things I can do to try and keep the stay to a milder minimum, but I know that jerkface will still camp out on the couch here & there no matter how many kicks, punches or hints I drop telling it to leave. Clinical depression is hard to describe to someone who hasn't experienced it. Forget about the people who think it's all in your head...er, well, that's sort of an oxymoron isn't it? (I'm referring to the "suck it up" people.)   I know now, these are the times to practice being kinder to myself and tell myself to ignore what people are saying or thinking about me. (Never mind that it's probably more likely that I'm only thinking they're thinking it.) I need