Wordless Wednesday - allergy relief

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My humidifier has been a saving grace this past week. It is week six of my feeling like I am sick. Went to the allergist today and she told me exactly what I thought - I shoulda been a doctor - I am suffering from allergies with a mild underlying of a virus. I am debating going back to my general physician simply because I am starting to feel better, as of two days ago. Not sure if it's because I have been sitting directly under my humidifier when I'm home mixed with lots and lots of rest and I have given in and been taking medicine constantly. I get so tired of feeling full of medicine. It's been kinda funny. Like a really cool way to experience California traffic only no congestion (except in my chest) and in place, a very cool, fine mist of humidity.

Ahhh, relief. Even if only in it's smallest form.

Oops, so much for wordless.

Post It Note Tuesday

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Wordless Wednesday - allergy relief

Click here for other Wordless Wednesday pics

My humidifier has been a saving grace this past week. It is week six of my feeling like I am sick. Went to the allergist today and she told me exactly what I thought - I shoulda been a doctor - I am suffering from allergies with a mild underlying of a virus. I am debating going back to my general physician simply because I am starting to feel better, as of two days ago. Not sure if it's because I have been sitting directly under my humidifier when I'm home mixed with lots and lots of rest and I have given in and been taking medicine constantly. I get so tired of feeling full of medicine. It's been kinda funny. Like a really cool way to experience California traffic only no congestion (except in my chest) and in place, a very cool, fine mist of humidity.

Ahhh, relief. Even if only in it's smallest form.

Oops, so much for wordless.

scrapbook heaven

My mom and I went to the Creating Keepsakes convention recently. I look forward to it every year, though I have a room full of projects that I still have yet to finish. I honestly, could probably hold the convention at my place. I try not to focus on it too much, but every year I get sucked into it and attend at least a couple classes.

I love it. A complete day of crafting with all other people who craft too. They think like me - want things to be pretty and perfect. They act like me - we don't cut in line and we share. And they're friendly as can be - unless you break one of the unspoken rules. (smirk)

I have been having the worst allergies lately, so I struggled the entire day. I felt behind and my stuff wouldn't stay together. A little frustrating, but with my mom, I couldn't help but have fun.

A few pictures of the projects we did and some I wish we had done -









































Probably my favorite photo of the day though is the following because it exemplifies what happens to a convention center when women overtake it.

feeling like a real life

I'm sitting here on my new couch. Brand new. Delivered today. The matching piece to the love seat I've had for a couple of years. The sofa replaces the tattered lazy boy a friend offered me when I moved out of my ex-husband's house (our house, whatever).

It feels good. Like a new life.

The continuation of a new life.

It saddens me a bit to realize that getting this couch makes me feel like my life is continuing on in a good direction. But being that it was so hard with my ex, it's also so incredibly understandable.

Evidence.

It's a new start. A fresh beginning.

It's why I needed to delete my old blog.

It's why I needed to upgrade to an apartment I felt worth of.

It's why I decided to accept the full time position at my second job that exemplifies what I want in life - living in the moment.

It's why I decided a half a year ago to love unconditionally, no matter if he chose not to return the love.

Moments are so precious and so few and far between that if I don't stop and enjoy each and every one as if it were my last, I'm missing the point of living.

So here I am. Sitting on my sofa that is so big if I stretch out I won't reach both sides.

:)

Reflecting.

Pondering my past. My here and now. My future.

I'm happy things worked out the way they did. It's sad that it's reality, but I am old enough to know that I am such a better person for it all. I'm not sure I would be so full of life had it not all happened.

I wouldn't know that the best way I can treat myself is to breath; to stop looking at the clock and breath. Love exactly who I am. Laugh at myself.

I wouldn't know that the best way I can love Saint is to remember he is his own person. Allow him his space and allow him to choose. And to not rely on him to comfort me. I feel the way I do because of my choices and how I choose to react. I can comfort myself because I am know how to make myself happy and what to do when I'm not. Not to be afraid to tell him how I feel and what I need.

I wouldn't know the best way to communicate with my parent's is to realize their love language. And to remind myself I don't need their approval because I already have it.

I am so lucky.

I am surrounded by loving people. It is evident in our family dinner this evening. We ate. We laughed. We discussed. We just lived. With each other. We loved.

If only the rest of the world were so lucky.

Wordless Wednesday - devoid of attention

Ok I swear this blog is not strictly about Tuesday, my cat, but she seems to be begging for attention. So much so that she is adorable in all pics lately.

Remember this WW post?

Well, Tuesday has taken to laying across the keyboard and will do anything to get that attention, apparently, that she doesn't get. Ever.



And my goodness, on a closer look. Tuesday is getting a bit old in age. Look at her sleeping with her tongue out.

five senses friday - the puzzle

See Abby for information on participating in Five Senses Friday.

Tasting:
The soft, moist pumpkin bread Saint (see the guy in the hat?) made which is so good because the outside is sweet (unlike most breads) and the inside always melts in my mouth


Feeling:
frustrated because I wasn't very helpful on this puzzle, but my cup runnith over with love for these two people in my life (Bugley, my 13 yr old niece is behind the camera); I pray I will never forget how truly wonderful it is to feel so amazingly free and happy like this with the knowledge that I never knew life could be like this


Hearing:
the sounds of the tv show Malcomn in the middle in the background; they were laughing so hard I couldn't bring myself to ask them to turn off the tv


Smelling:
the ever present smell of defeat of Saint being able to put together a puzzle twice as fast as I can (yes, we're a bit competitive)


Seeing:
what an lazy afternoon could be like in 10 years should we actually have a future together