I believe that life is a series of epiphanies that bring us to where we are supposed to be. Sometimes we have to endure the same epiphany like it’s new until we finally get it. I don’t have brain damage (unless you count the two concussions) that would make me learn things at a slower …
In the Spirit
For the first Christmas in many years, I didn’t put up a Christmas tree. Last year, I was so excited to decorate the tree and the rest of my house. This year I was doing the waltz with a Sitz bath and just hoping that somehow, the tree would walk out of the closet and …
It All Happens So Fast
Time passes and years build upon years. One day you find yourself like me, sitting in a public place watching people and asking myself how did I get here? Not my physical location but at this point in time and space. It doesn’t feel that long ago that I was a child on an elementary …
Cheese Straws and Giving Up
I planned to make my famous cheese straws for some thoughtful Christmas gifts. I bought my ingredients yesterday and even set the cheese out earlier today to soften. I shredded my cheese with the grater attachment to my Kitchen-aid mixer. This is the attachment I just had to have but have used maybe twice in …
Fitting In Is Overrated
As I sit here, shaking Sweetarts onto my shirt and eating them from the little pocket my cleavage makes in my shirt, I can't help but think that I will never fit in. Truth is I never have. That probably doesn't come as a big surprise. I'm known for oversharing about a lot of things …
The Next Phase
The good news is in and I'll start with it. I have my pathology report and it looks like everything is good. No evidence of invasive carcinoma! Woo hoo!! I go for my official follow up tomorrow but at least I know that I don't have cancer. The bad news is that I have moved …
Rescue
I'm four days out from surgery and still feeling quite sore. I didn't expect things to feel quite like this. I really didn't think I would be hurting this bad for this long. But, here I am, in the pre-dawn hours of a misty Sunday morning with a throbbing bottom and a love-hate relationship with …
The Sitz Bath Chronicles
As a mother who had her babies via c-section, I was not familiar with the concept of a Sitz bath. I knew what it was but had just never participated. That was until about 3:30 a.m. when I pooped razors. Not literally, of course, but close enough. In my infinite wisdom, I thought that a …
Messpot Diaries 