Typed on my bloody phone, damn it!
Hello!
How is everyone?
I’m holding off the hospital as long as humanly possible. If I do go then I’ve hit rock bottom and I try to avoid rock bottom as often as I can but I feel like my toes are touching it.
Mental health wise, I’m doing ok. Better than before so, there shan’t be any slipping off the balcony today. Too dark? My bad.
I think it’s the time of year. Even my brain can muster up excitement for fall. We are currently experiencing “Fake Fall” with some highs coming up of 67 degrees, then 80’s and in most states people would be thinking “ Thank God! The blazing heat has passed” but WE know that it’s just a tiny little break to get us to let our guard down. Ooooh, where are those jeans I love and that cute sweater I bought last January on clearance and adorable booties!! Perhaps a cute hat? Lattes and pumpkin muffins and I’ve put up some fall decorations, burning my “Library” scented candles and then........ boom!!!! It’s 100+ degrees again!! Hah! Thought you had it good? Not in September! THIS is Texas, Bitch! Get back to me in November for real fall.
Wanna know a weird secret about me than no one knows?
I don’t make wishes. My family has this group text and at 11:11am/pm someone sends out the time. Every day. It’s for wishes. I never make one.
Eyelash falls out? No
Shooting star? Nah
Birthday candles? Nope
Dandelion? Uh-huh
Penny in a fountain? no way
11:11? Seriously?
Wishbone? Puhlease!
Why? Well! When I was around six years old I started noticing that my wishes never came true. That Damned Mrs Beasley doll I never got! ( Which the little girl carried around on the tv show that made me want to grow up and live in an apartment with an elevator) So, I started to think that God was punishing me for “ wishing” rather than “praying.” I never wished again. Never. I close my eyes,when I blow out a candle, for just long enough that I could have wished, but I don’t.
Is that not the sorriest of all the sorry stories I’ve ever told, and there have been many sorry stories!!
Will I ever wish again? Do you think I WANT to go to hell? Are you nuts?
Probably not.
There you go! Something I haven’t written about before!
Wanna know another one? I’m on a roll!!
My om has a name in which I tried to get everyone to call her Sonny. It wouldn’t stick. To this day she’s pissed that it didn’t. She likes it. Then again, it does allow my Amelia to call Om, Mo-Mo who is changing slowly into just plain Mo and how cute is that?!
I’m sure I have more stored away but they must be dished out slowly.
Two weeks ago my dad’s wife emailed me saying that she was going to get a copy of my dad’s will emailed to her (?) and then she’d forward a copy to me and her daughter. Uh, ok. Well, I bet you can not guess what’s coming next......
I never got one. Ok! You guessed it. I emailed her again tonight, again as politely as humanly possible without actually kissing her on the mouth and inquired about the will and her health and such. I “think” there’s just six months to get me the info and we are coming up on that... my brain can’t even process that.
Let’s hope, rather than wish, that she gets on it, shall we?
Ok, have to go.
Night, Luvs
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