I got nominated for another one😆

I think I’ve done this one in the past, and that’s OK because I’m not the same person I was back then. So, thank you, Alexis, for nominating me for the Liebster.

Alexis has only asked one big question, and it’s a doozy.

If you were stranded on an island full of zombies, and could only have three things for your survival and peace of mind, what would they be? Tell me about your daring escape.

I told you it was a doozy.

Side note: once again, I tried to copy text from my phone to paste into my tablet. Someone send help, STAT. Or just shoot me. Either one works😉

Thing 1: my N.A. basic text. It’s the book that saved my life when I made the decision to try something different when I couldn’t stand the pain of active addiction any more. It’s the book that comforts me to this very day. It’s a book that taught me how to live. Even when I can’t read that book, just reaching into my purse and touching the pocket sized copy (my mother gave it to me for a birthday about 10 years ago) comforts me. That book would be where I found my serenity amidst the chaos of the zombies. That book would help me find courage to survive in an environment that wanted me dead (because, really, how different is an island full of zombies from active addiction?)

Side note: full dislaimer: anything good you see in me can be traced back to that book (and my mom and sponsor). Anything bad you see in me cannot be blamed on that book; it can only be blamed on my addiction and my imperfect humanity. Do not let anything ugly in me reflect poorly on the fellowship that tries to teach me how to get rid of the ugly.

Thing 2: one of those magnesium fire starter things. It would be vital to the desalinization and purifying of water, and water is life. It would also be vital to cooking any food that is unsafe to eat until the internal temperature reaches 165F or better. It would totally suck to die of Montezuma’s revenge or salmonella or some shit.

Side note: if I’m lucky, these zombies would follow the same laws of zombie physics and biology on display in “The Walking Dead”. Daryl sets a tanker’s worth of gasoline on fire and all the zombies are drawn to the light and die just in time to save Rick, Carl, Michonne, and crew.

Thing 3: a machete or Katana or some other type of large, sharp implement of destruction. It would chop off their zombie heads, help me kill a wild boar so I could eat some meat, chop up some sticks and banana leaves to make a shelter to sleep in, chop vines to make cordage/rope, and it’s shiny surface could be used as a signaling device much like a mirror, and any number of other things.

Also? I don’t know that I’d make a daring escape. The world is so crazy right now that I might be safer on this island with the zombies than I am IRL these days; and being there would mean I didn’t have to interact with people which would sometimes be a good thing since I’m actually pretty introverted outside of the internet. Although, now that I think about it, are we sure we’re not already living amongst zombies? After all, we are living in a world with an electoral college that elected an orange game show host to occupy the white house, which seems pretty zombie-like to me.

Thank you, Alexis, for this entertaining foray into the darkest places of my psyche. It’s the place where the machete toting, zombie & pig slaying lizard-brained-freak lives; and it’s been fun to actually think about something so random😍

Now, I’m supposed to nominate people, but I just threw a bunch of you under the bus yesterday, so today I won’t back the bus up to see what I hit.

Please, feel free to answer Alexis’ question in the comments, because it really is a fun exercise.

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Blogger Award Nomination

I’m such an asshole. I always forget to respond to these things in a timely manner, which is rude. When someone takes the time to read my random musings out here on the internet, I should be quick and polite to respomd. So, my deepest apologies to the Late Bloomer for being such an asshole and taking so long to respond. It really is an honor, and I thank you.

So now I’m supposed to 

1 Name and thank the one who nominated me (check)

2 give a brief history of my blog 

I guess you could say my first taste of blogging was about 10.5 years ago. I was fairly new to recovery from addiction, still on Facebook, and I had been writing about my terrible romantic entanglement (I refuse to call it a relationship) on a Facebook function that was similar to Journaling in my mind. I’ve slept since then so I can’t even remember what part of Facebook I’m talking about. After I got out of that relationship, I started blogging on another platform; that platform is where I came up with the name of his blog (either I’m not very creative, or I really loved the name I gave that blog because I recycled it and used it here on wordpress). I had gone radio silent on that platform, maybe because it was lacking focus. When we started looking at properties with Mr B (to begin our fledgling intentional community) I needed an outlet for all of the thoughts and feelings that I was experiencing; this blog was born out of that need to vomit my panic on someone, anyone. Some days, I still need to do that, and I thank you all for the support you offer me, because it helps more than you know. Other days, this blog just serves as our record of what worked. Also? What didn’t work. Which usually is very funny when I get honest and objective, because let’s be real–to the casual observer, the idea of this former stiletto wearing city-girl stagehand being covered in mud mixed with raw sewage during the great septic system debacle is probably funny as hell. Yes, I still have hip pain from that brilliantly executed haphazard plan to fix the septic system; however, even I can see the humor in it if I’m honest.

So, brief history: check

What next?

3 Two pieces of advice

A) laugh. Laugh often, and laugh hard. Laugh until your abs hurt and you can’t breathe. Laugh until you snort like a pig. Laugh until you spit M&M blizzard out your nose (or tequila, whichever the case may be). Life is too fucking short to NOT enjoy it. Life is too short to take ourselves too seriously. So laugh. Laughter is magical, laughter is therapeutic, and if nothing else people will think you’re ratfuck crazy and stay away from you in public.

B) never forget that the past is gone forever, and tomorrow never comes, so enjoy this moment to its fullest. Because in the end, this moment is all any of us has.

Side note: imagine how cooked my noodle got in philosophy class at university (we were talking about Wittgenstein): if we define time as the interval between any two events, then s/he who lives in the present moment (without reliving a past event or worrying about a future one) is truly living in a state of timelessness, or eternity if you will. Now, when we combine that concept with that oft repeated line from Russell Crowe’s “gladiator”

What we do in life echoes in eternity

Then, yeah, my two-years-clean noodle was well and truly cooked.

Live in the moment. There is no time. There is only RIGHT NOW. And right now, it’s time to laugh. It’s time to burn that $30 candle you just got from cost Plus World Market (or Yankee Candle, or wherever you get your $30 candles). Because if you don’t burn the $30 candle then you just wasted $30. Forgive yourself for yesterday’s mistakes and quit worrying about tomorrow. Because you’re worth it–I promise, you really are. You are beautiful, you are worthy, you are the perfectly imperfect result of your creator’s daydreams brought to life. Live in the moments that your creator has given you-it’s a great way to say “thank you for letting me be alive!”

Side note: I know, it’s hard to do that sometimes. Life shows up, or depression tries to suck me down, or anxiety gets me jacked up or whatever. And that’s OK too. Because it happens, it is what it is, life is bullshit sometimes so we just gotta get thru it the best we can. Which leads me back to advice number A).😉

Now, I’m supposed to nominate some other blogs, up to 15 of them. So here goes (and if you don’t wanna do it, that’s OK too, I still love you):

Side note: I just totally tried to copy a link from the browser in my phone TO THIS WORDPRESS PAGE IN MY TABLET. I’m just gonna laugh, because that’s some funny shit, y’all 

Back to nominations:

Not spoiled at all

Mollie got to have her birthday celebration last night after Sunshine got home. She got a cookie with a wee bit of milk.

There were gift bags with surprises in them.

Then she had more fun destroying the bags than she did playing with the surprises inside.

We just let her make a mess, because it was so cute. 

Happy birthday,  Miss Mollie!

Flight of the bumblebee 

SSince mollie is a rescue baby, we don’t know exactly when her birthday is. The vet’s best guess is October of 2010. So we chose Halloween to be her birthday.

Mollie thinks birthdays are great, because she gets meat and cupcake or cookie, and presents. We haven’t done presents yet because we’re waiting for poppy to get home. Mollie is patiently waiting.

The only part of Mollie’s birthday she doesn’t understand is the crazy shit mummy puts on her to get her picture taken.

Mummy has quit making mollie wear these things out in public, for which Mollie’s very grateful. She thinks these outfits are ridiculous.  Mummy thinks they’re precious.

Fun finds

Sunshine and I went to the local flea-market trade-days last month to see what we could find that was interesting and had potential for use in our little house.

We found this.

It’s a thingamabob that chickens nest and lay eggs in. It’s currently oriented the wrong way; it will actually mount horizontally. I’m going to use it to hold towels, laundry supplies, and etcetera in the bathroom. Well, thats what im going to do with it after I give it a good power-wash. Even though it looks and smells clean, I’m not taking any chances. 

I’m definitely going for a “house from found objects” vibe. I think this is a step in that direction.

In keeping with that “house from found objects” theme, I ordered this:

It’s so delightfully stupid, so completely fucking random, that I could not stop myself from completing the order. A toilet brush that looks like a cartoon flower in a pot? Who doesn’t want one of those?

I should probably stay the hell away from zulily. Between my random purchases and all the tea-themed sales I keep alerting Patricia to, I’m going to wind somebody up in trouble.

The Versatile Blogger Award

Thank you to wakinguponthewrongsideof50.wordpress.com for nominating me for this award. I may be slow to respond to these, but I do enjoy getting asked random questions!

Rules

1) thank the blogger who tagged you and link to the blog

2) nominate at least 10 bloggers, and link to their sites

3) inform them about their nomination 

4) reveal 7 facts about yourself that your readers may not know

7 possibly unknown facts about me:

1. I have broken my neck before in a particularly horrendous car crash that also cut off 3 fingers on my left hand (a skilled Emory surgeon was able to reattach them)

2. I love to shoot pool. I’m a 9-ball player at heart. (8-ball and 9-ball are two completely different mindsets)

3. I am allergic to tomatoes but will suffer the consequences for a scratch made baked ziti

4. An unpopular opinion I hold: I don’t like kids, not even a little bit. My husband’s granddaughters just spent the weekend with us and it was like one of the seven circles of hell for me because that was 2 too many children in 1 RV

5. Another unpopular opinion I hold (some would call it blasphemy, even): sweet tea is hot nuclear trash.

6. The proper way to eat cornbread is crumbled, with black-eyed peas on top of it.

7. I hate pink, yet I currently have a closet full of it. (Bonus fact: I might have a shopping problem)

I am totally out of spoons, and can barely think of my own name right now, so I’m not capable of thinking about nominating people for this. I apologize  for being such a shit, but I really feel like he’ll this afternoon.