Saturday, November 22, 2014

Daydreaming of a Badass Pain Slayer

One exact muscle, the latissimus dorsi, is the bane of my existence and the reason I'm barely phoning it in tonight. 

When that bastard goes out, it takes me down. I don't know what I did to raise its ire. It hasn't behaved this poorly in ages. I really, REALLY hate it and wish my pain doc could be summoned to the house. He'd kick in the door like a badass cowboy armed with two huge hypodermics full of anaesthetics and he'd stab them both in that villainous muscle.

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Friday, November 21, 2014

Gratitude Wall '14

Last year I saw a truly adorable idea on Pinterest—a chalkboard painted wall where the family wrote little things for which they're thankful.

Molly and I adapted it to a big piece of paper taped on the wall, then this year we're making a big foam board heart to hang up.

We thought the patchwork design would complement the 'Nightmare' tree, with Sally's dress.

I'll post photos as it progresses.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

#ThriftyThursday for #NaBloPoMo #HashtagParty

I got fancied up a little bit this morning, because there was a Thanksgiving lunch at school and parents could come eat with our littles. Molly was so excited that I forced through the very insistent pain telling me to stay, for the love of GOD STAY, in bed. 

But let's look at my fantastic accessories!

The scarf!
The earrings!

These are my single most beloved pair of earrings. They have so many shapes I love—Crescent moons, spirals, and tiny beads. The hint of antiqued warmth in the silver is so beautiful.

I've had these for ages. I bought them at the thrift store maybe 12, 13 years ago. I was still in school the first time I worked there as a barista and clothing shopgirl. 

The scarf is one of an absurd number I bought there as well.

A moment of silence for my sadness. I seriously miss that place.

Okay, closeup on earrings of perfection, crammed in with my ever-present hoops:

By the time we finished eating our surprisingly yum lunch and hanging out with Molly's class, my legs and back were utterly and gravely destroyed. 

Obviously, the rest of the day's been a bed day. Shane and the Bird are out grabbing us something for dinner and picking up a fresh muscle relaxer 'script. 

Me, now:

Hello from me, melted mascara, a metric fuckton of Percocet, and my favorite T-shirt. Odd how my eyebrow makeup survived a nap really well. Groovy: it's the little things & such.

Goodnight, Interwebz. I lurve you. See you tomorrow in goddess willing a post actually written in an upright position.