One of Those Days… 4/18/23
Auto Pilot #1 11/28
Category: babies
Which Kind?
This was a very open ended question… if I don’t know which kind of meat being referred to, then how can I give an answer?
Animal, human, vegetable or fruit?
They all meat nutritional needs…
They can all be picked and prepared in a fashion…
Some taste one way, while others taste another…
Some are sweet meats, while others are either salty or bitter meats…
Any one of them will sate our hunger…
Too much of any can be unhealthy, while not enough can leave us starved of calories needed to live…
Depending on the person you ask, some are good and some are bad…
Some are legal and some are NOT, but that never stopped humans before…
So, how do I feel about meat?
I eat it… not the human kind, but all of the others! People can be the most bitter, fattening, overly sweet and unhealthy of all the available things to eat. I did come up with something we can all agree on…
When I asked the AI to generate a photo of a man with arms and legs of brocolli and a hippo shaped body…
I should not have been surprised at the result!
I did laugh my tail off at the use of this human, as no more than a toothpick for my Hippodon! I made that word up!
Seeing Eye to Eye #1…
While you might think it is silly for me to give you a play by play of several procedures that are done everyday, never fear because I’ve no intention of being boring!
Something I discovered about anxiety … it takes no prisoners! What I want and think about the things I am experiencing, have no impact on how anxiety will respond to certain situations. I am a lifer… an anxiety recipient that received said package without even a bow on top of the box. Sure it has many labels NOW, but not back then it didn’t!
Another thing about anxiety is, it loves routine, it loves its safe places, and as it happens, my little wolverine in a box loves to be pacified! If I provide it with a toy, in essence, it will come along with me happily, as I tackle things that it doesn’t like… I have a list!
I don’t like being physically touched!
Now I know you may be thinking that a silly thing, or maybe even wondering how on earth a simple touch can cause such a bad reaction? When you figure it out, let me know so I can let anxiety get the update. While I can choose to be touched physically when I am in my safe place, or by those whom I know and trust… all bets are off when it comes to anything outside my safe zone!
In order to function and live a healthy daily life, while bearing the over-the-top self preservation behaviors, I figured out a secret… wanna know?
Laughter!
My chatty side comes on board and I begin to make light of as many things about my circumstances as possible, in hopes of bringing a friendly smile to others faces… you know, the ones I want to run from if they plan on poking this scared girl who is hiding inside a woman’s body.
While I know that my health is important and needs caring for… I don’t like it one bit!
Sooooooooo…. long story short, I will coach myself through my upcoming procedures with really bad jokes, a great amount of whining for attention, and ROUTINE! That is where you’ll be vitally important to my success! Just the act of returning daily to my writing platform and my favorite community will help my anxiety feel like cooperating.
You might see a funny picture, or my version of a twisted joke that I found funny. As this is all done off the cuff for the next several weeks, I have no guarantees of anything valuable inspiring my typing fingers… and some days only one available eye. If nothing else, I will leave some cookies.
Here, have one…
Monday Messages…11/27
Over the next 15 days I will be posting Audio recordings of some older writings, as well as a daily update on my journey to restoring these eyes of mine.
I will be leaving pre-recorded Note to Self and Live Wire segments to stay current for you guys, as well as, posting two new Audio posts in the Lobby for those following My Truths.
While I will still continue to work on Brutus, I won’t be working on the Live Novel Behind the Scenes episodes, until I am up and running again.
Don’t forget to get me a wish list for your Virtual Christmas Gift ideas… the last thing you want, is for me to try coming up with things, while I am not in my normal state of mind.
God Bless you guys and gals… I’ll SEE you on the flip side…
Don’t wear em out…
Straight off the cuff, I will say that the two most favorite things I wish to wear would be my peepers… my windows to the soul… my good ole fashioned eye balls.
While they are both on the fritz at the moment, never fear… Cataract Surgeries are here!
Starting this week I will be having both my eyes fixed, as I have had severely limited vision now for about a year. It will seem strange for about a week, as I’ll have to wear my glasses with one of the lenses popped out, until the second eye gets fixed. No problemo… I can work this out, and it will all be worth it in the end.
Eyes are pretty important for a good many things folks… like driving a car, walking anywhere alone, taking pictures, reading, writing, watching movies, eating glorious foods, clearly seeing other humans faces, doing my hair, shaving my legs, tweezing my eye brows, finding anything, crocheting, painting… ok ok, I gotta stop or else we may be here a good bit.
The point should be pretty obvious by now… Eyes are very important to have and appreciate… don’t wear em out! The old adage, You never know what you’ve got til it’s gone, is pretty accurate. While I have been nowhere near blind, this has been pretty scary and miserable for this Literary Recluse. I’m also quite fortunate in having access to modern medicine, which provides a relatively simple solution to my visual dilemma.
The only thing I am disappointed about is not being able to get at least one Robotic Eye Implant… I asked, but was met with a firm No! Oh well, at least I asked.
Here, have a cookie…
Family Time Change…
Fall Back to the oldest records I can find…
I think this is my great grandmother, holding onto my grandma Smith and her sister… anything earlier than this photo is a mystery.
Spring forward to the most recent picture of myself, before my eyesight shut down any thought of a selfie…
I can’t even see to color my hair right now, so until my eyes return to being honest with me, no photos please!!!
To WHO’M are you referring to…
Asking an Overthinking Insomniac what they would do with extra hours of non sleeping may cause you bodily injury, so be careful what you ask?
I have a love/hate relationship with sleep… I love what I cannot have, and I hate the fact that I never get enough of that which I love!
The problem with this prompt question is that it doesn’t specify whether it will be just me who no longer needs sleep or everyone? There would be a big difference if we were all awake at ungodly hours of the night… misery LOVES company!
I, for one, would now have a wider audience to invite to my 3 a.m. Overthinkers Anonymous Club… bring your own cookies for these meetings.
Another thing to consider would be the lines at the gas pump, grocer or banking establishments… all for one and one for all, right?
If you haven’t thought of this yet, it would be pretty tough to do much of anything during our Night Owl Endeavors, unless we were all awake… why do you think it is so miserable when you can’t sleep? It’s dark, quiet, with everyone around you blissfully sleeping away the empty hours of the night. You cannot make noise, turn on lights, nor can you talk out loud without fear of disturbing those around you not blessed with your gift of non sleepery.
I have tried thus far not to bring up the giant bird in the room, but it can wait no longer. Think about the Owl… such an apt midnight hunter, with eyes as big and round as saucers for pinpoint accuracy in the darkness. Even if the bird wanted to be awake for 24 hours in a day, his big beautiful eyes would be his undoing, with just a bit of sunlight. This gorgeous Bird of Prey has his place in nature, and has been designed to fit there for many important reasons… remember everything in nature requires a balance.
Nature aside, man himself has been quite destructive and selfish with the hours of the day that he already has… take sleeping out of the mix and we simply perpetuate the problem… our tax dollars already pay for all the vacations and toys of our government officials while they work during the day, or rather, do little all day besides pat themselves on the back. What on earth might they get up to in the early morning hours? That thought makes me groan with apprehension. Nope… they need a strict bedtime, thank you very much!
I wish to keep what little sleep I am blessed with, as it gets me closer to home, as well as, giving my spirit some respite from life’s harsh realities…
Here, have a cookie…
It’s in the Genes …
Until pulling up these pictures, I never before noticed that my mom and I were both 17 in these photos. It also just occurred to me that we shared the same attachment for flurbies…
Note To Self…
By now many, if not, all of you reading this are familiar with my upbringing… it wasn’t an easy one! Point in fact, it should have claimed my life on numerous occasions… as I’m sure you have also read about, somewhere back in the archives.
You don’t even need to go back very far in those entries to see that I still live a very unstable and uncertain life. We face obstacles on a daily basis that most of you don’t want to know about… trust me on this!
It’s not always bad, in fact, we can sometimes go several weeks before there is another issue to face, or maybe it’s something we have addressed before and can now just stand upright and walk through it.
I credit my tough exterior, and will to survive, for being able to forget the tough times within less than 24 hours of a good day… though this can be both good and bad. It’s good in the sense that I bounce back quickly… it’s bad in that sometimes a new issue can hit like a punch to the face or stomach. I find myself feeling overwhelmed and in a sort of fight or flight mode, in like the blink of an eye… me… daughter of The King… what on earth is wrong with me? Oh yeah… I’m human!
This sort of encouragement simply must come only from Gods Word, therefore, I chose carefully…
Note to Self #15
Unless the Lord had given me help, I would soon have dwelt in the silence of death. When I said, “my foot is slipping”, your love, O Lord, supported me. When anxiety was great within me, Your consolation brought joy to my soul”. Psalm 94:17-19
Strong Enough by Matthew West really encompassed what I was speaking on this morning…
Live Wire…
Mountains…
While thinking about the Mountains ahead for the Israelites as they headed out into the desert, for some reason Zipporah and her sons popped into my mind. Little is said about her, save the role she played on the night God and Moses fought, in the encampment just before re-entering Pharaohs domain. Beyond that incident, little can be found, aside from the brief mention when Moses sent her home and again when her father brought her back to him. You know, I’d never really given much thought to what things may have been like for the wife and children of Moses.
It’s one thing to pursue your calling, as say a priest or holy man… today I suppose that would be a preacher, or perhaps a missionary. Whether it be modern or ancient times, my thinking is that it’s fairly important for your family and/or loved ones to be on board with your calling, if you want their support. What must it have been like for Zipporah, as well as the couples’ children? Can I go as far as to speculate that the kids possibly felt like Pastors kids? Of course, a great majority of pastors kids are born into the lifestyle… I’m pretty sure that Moses family all came on the scene before he even returned to Egypt, so the adjustment must have been a bit more difficult.
To first pack up and follow Moses all the way to Egypt, and then be sent all the way back home with the kids could not have been easy for any involved. I understand that family coexistence dynamics back then, were different from the way they are now… but the logistics alone, of moving your whole household back in with dad, must have felt daunting to Zipporah after months of travel in both directions. Meanwhile, Moses ministry must have cost him many sleepless nights… alone, without his partner and helpmate to bring him comfort and reassurance. If I simply look at this from my own personal perspective, it just seems like it would be tough.
Remember earlier when I mentioned the importance of All your family being on board for support… a perfect example is where Jethro packs his daughter and her sons up, along with all their things… again… and hand delivers them to Moses out in the middle of the desert. Based off the valuable advice he offered, and the time Jethro took to help Moses while he visited, I think it’s safe to say that he was fully supportive.
The path that the Israelites were about to follow would be a long one, though none of them realized this yet. If Zipporah knew of the actual time commitment this journey would require, I’m not sure she would’ve been so willing to follow her husband. God is wise enough to withhold the timetable of most of what He does, because, if we always knew how long a thing might take… most likely, we’d not be willing to even show up! Did you know that the Israelites could have gotten to the promise land in about 11 days, had they just gone straight there? All of Gods people had mountains to get through, many of which had nothing to do with the actual traveling part of the trip.
Over the next few weeks, we will be camping with these spiritually unruly children, as the God of all wisdom takes His kids to school and grows a Village …
Today, I share 2 songs I like for this Live Wire Sunday, one is How Far by Tasha Layton, and the other is Never Walk Alone by Hope Darst.
Yup… you got it right if you said we were heading into Lazy Leftover Heaven…
Ok, a Turkey quiche is something I think many will enjoy…
Nothing like a Hoagie on a Sunday, that works…
Sweet Potato Ice-cream … because we have a lot of em left, that’s why…
Green Bean and Ham Hot Pockets … don’t judge… how do you know if it’s good unless you try it…
Dinner Rolls filled with turkey and cream cheese… make sure and drizzle em with the left over gravy because it’s to die for…
Turkey, Stuffing, and Yam Pizza… don’t blame me for this… I ran out of ideas before I ran out of left overs…
Dessert is covered with either a Cranberry and Orange Scone for a lighter fare…
Or, for our staunch Sweet Toother’s… a Turkey cookie made from all the leftover cookies…
Gobble Gobble…
Journey With Me! 