Making “faux-tato” salad today to take to a barbecue at my moms house. Its like potato salad, but made with steamed cauliflower instead of potatoes. She’s on a low-carb diet too, so I’m making something we can all enjoy without biffing our diets.
There isn’t a single corner of my house where someone or something isn’t snoring.
Kid on one side of the house, boyfriend on the other, and dog and youngest kid on the couches.
Did they not get the memo that the couch is where I sleep?
Am I the only one that gets really sad when I see many fan dad? I look at them when I’m driving in try to imagine how cool and how badass they were before they had to get a minivan to keep the wife happy. Do any dads actually go up to the wife and say oh hey honey we should go get a minivan? Yes, I know I’m stereotyping. I’m so sorry if your dad panties are in such a bunch that you can’t handle someone poking fun. No I am not specifically talking to anyone in particular. But you really don’t ever see any dads driving around in minivan so they actually look happy.
Just an observation.
Everyone at my office knows I’m stressed. I’m unhappy and miserable. I have no other friends outside of work. When I explain to my them that I need support, help they do exactly what I would expect them to do. Leave me sitting the back of my office, alone, while all four of them go to Chipotle. So yeah, great fucking friends.
I’m back in a residential neighborhood now. I like looking into other peoples windows to see what they have on TV, or what kind of furniture they have. Sometimes when I pass a real nice place, I walk by much more slowly so I can imagine if their life is really better than mine, or if its in shambles too. Its hard to read peoples lives through a window.
And taking off for a walk in flip flops at 9 p.m. Was probably not my brightest idea of the day.But hey! Exercise!! And I’m walking on a busy street in the dark by myself and I’m just waiting for somebody to scream and throw something at me out of their car. And for some reason there’s a miniature vodka bottle on the ground about every 20 to 30 feet or so that I walked which is only fueling my desire to get shitface drunk and not give a shiy about life just for one day.
So if I bought my daughter replacement eyeglasses online from Zenni Optical, then where do i take them so they can adjust the arms and everything?
I have a scar on my heel that I had Long forgot about. Upon noticing it tonight, I remembered how it happened. I was sleeping on a couch out in the garage, and I was coming down from probably several days of meth use. I don’t remember going out there to sleep, but I awoke from severe pain on my heel. Turns out I had left a lamp on with no shade, and it was a standard incandescent bulb. I was in such a deep state of sleep, that I had moved and rested my foot on the bulb, and the bulb was searing the skin off my heel. It had been on the bulb for so long that it was past the point of blister and had burned a hole through several layers of my flesh. It was weeks before I could wear closed-heel shoes again, but It eventually scabbed over and healed. Its a painful reminder of who I was, and although I’m healed, I’m still scarred. But so thankful I have these reminders to keep me grounded, because I know I’ll always be vulnerable to fall back into that difficult life.