Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Half a Pint of Crazy


Such changes in life that are vaguely disturbing, and upset the psyche of gentle soft sleeping, will sometimes beget the randomly thinking to upset the norm and embrace with sisterly love.

Thanks for coming back Magi!
You were missed dearly!
Here are some of the pics from our lovely day!













Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Busy

Moving is very busy, so I have much to do before I actively return to my blogging.
So, please bear with me while I settle my messy mess, and then I'll be back!

Monday, September 17, 2012

I'm missing a month...

Somewhere in the middle there.
I'll be back later today!
Bear with me!

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Nothing Special


Getting rid of stuff.
That's number 1. the majority of my belongings consist of clothing, blankets, kitchen utensils and such, books, art and knick-knacks. not necessarily in that order, but it does tend to fit in a cubic meter of space when smooshed together. SO, It's summer I thought It's kind of warm I thought, then why not get rid of stuff?
WHAT A BRILLIANT IDEA!
So I am. If you're interested in rifling through my junk, just give me a call, maybe there's a jar full of treasures waiting to be discovered by you! Maybe there's a piece of artwork that you absolutely MUST have, (mainly my painting of my hairbrush $100-get it while it's hot! Prices go up in the fall!) or a hat, or two... dozen.
I'm a crafter. When I make stuff, I keep it until I HAVE to get rid of it, or i need some moolah, or it's required to discard things, like right now.
Accumulation is not a good thing: "clutter clutters the mind by filling in all the gaps."
I've seen Hoarders.

>shudder<

What I make: hats, jewelry, interesting things to look at, pottery, cards, paintings, pins, ceramic beads, wallets, bags, drawings, sculptures, the list goes on...

And I juggle.

SO, starting a sentence with a proposition are we?
Funny way to do things.
I know isn't it? 
This is what happens when I can't sleep.
So sad. So mad. So Silly, Siccily...
for hours on end this goes on in my waking daylight.
SO, I will be in the process of planning a time and place for selling stuffs, once I've figured a few,[dozen] other things out first, but I will be sure to post what's going to happen when I know what's going to happen. 
Good, I'm going to bed.



TIME WARP!!!

So....
Where should I begin?
This was supposed to be posted two weeks ago.
Hi, It's been awhile, and things have been hectic.

I've gone from this:






















To this!


Yes my hair is currently red and purpl'y pink, in nearly an hour it'll have quite a splash of blue in it!
I've found that dying my hair has helped me to cope with everything that has been going on in the past year. I've moved, I'm working about 6 days a week with two jobs. I'm in a steady relationship. I'm beginning to establish myself as an adult in society.

Then my dad calls.
He left a message.
I'm not ready to talk to him yet.
Every time I think about it I go on the defensive, I start to have anxiety and I start yelling in my head.
Sometimes I yell outside of my head too. The many things I have to say are not pleasant.
My mother chose a relationship with him as the one that held the most space inside of her. I wonder what will happen to her if/when she realizes that her husband has distorted his family's point of view of the world. I am attempting to preserve what sanity I have left by removing myself from the equation. I made my choice, I do not wish to endanger my peace of mind by compromising my privacy, but I would like his "REIGN OF TERROR" to end with my departure. He has abused his family significantly over the years, insisting that our survival consists solely of his being our beneficiary. He has claimed to have raised us to be individuals capable of taking care of ourselves,
Congrats, we are, we could have learned this without your verbal, mental and physical abuse.


I was born for a purpose, and I must pursue that purpose, even if it gets painful along the way.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Hmmmm

STRESS
is starting
to get to
me

I wish it 
wouldn't
but some-
times it
must

just to 
be 
contrary.

Then
I have
anxiety

and 
depression

which leave
me feeling
quite
numb
to most
things

I'm fairly 
frustrated
with it
all.