Blue Suede Shoes (Now with Sequins)

Check out what my momma bought me. We were at Khol’s looking for a shirt to match to one of my skirts that I could wear to my sister’s wedding. And then, well I needed shoes. And no these aren’t the shoes I’m wearing to my sister’s wedding. But Thomas saw these and got all excited and then I saw them and got even more excited. They are made of suede and sequins. And it’s not that I particularly needed them, but once I saw them I wasn’t letting them out of my sight. I don’t have many just because shoes. I have work sneakers, which are falling apart, dress shoes for well, dressy things, and cheap flip flops. These on the other hand, I might just live in when I’m not working. They are flats which is weird for me, but I feel so pretty in them. And they will match my blue jeans and some of my skirts ok so I’ll wear them all winter long I’m sure. Except maybe not in the snow. So maybe not all winter. But they’ll get worn a lot. Not bad for a pair of shoes on sale for 18.99.

And now I can say I have blue suede shoes. Elvis would be so proud. And that’s important.

These are the shoes for my sister’s wedding. They are the same brand and general style as the blue ones. Only less sequins, more grommets. Which, btw, are very perfect for my sister’s steam punk themed wedding.

This Cold

So for the past few weeks, I knew I was making myself vulnerable to getting sick. I’ve been working long hours, too many days in a row, my kid is back in school bringing home every disease known to man.

So I fought like hell. I got plenty of sleep, I ate good healthy food, I installed a vitamin C IV drip. I fought like hell.

Then Grandpa got sick. No biggie, he is a recluse. This doesn’t mean I’ll get it.

Then one by one the kids were picked off.

Main symptom, snotty nose. That’s pretty much it. It’s a weak cold.

But my immune system is currently strong. I’m doing everything right. I can do it. I can get through this. Dear god let me last long enough to get my flu shot on the 1st of October. It’s free thanks to my insurance.

I can’t afford to get sick. I can’t miss work. Working sick just wears me down and I stay sick longer.

But I can do this. A strong immune system can overcome a weak cold.

Extra vitamin C, extra sleep. Lots of fruit and vegetables. I.WILL.BEAT.THIS.

Then yesterday happened. And I’m still not going to talk about it, but I became even more stressed than I usually am. Stress makes you weaker. It does things to you. I beats you down. And if you are beaten down AND exposed to a disease, you don’t stand a chance in hell.

Sure enough, at 7 am when I woke to go to the bathroom, my throat was on fire.

But wait, the kids and Grandpa’s cold have nothing to do with their throats. They aren’t even coughing.

So if I didn’t catch their cold, what did I get?

I’m also snotty, sneezy and my ears make a weird popping noise when I swallow.

I so could have beaten this.

Living Life with Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD)

Today has been stressful. Very stressful. And I’m keeping it off my blog. Which is hard for me. However it’s the best thing to do for all parties involved. And that’s all I’m going to say about that.

The relaxing part of my day, besides laying in bed day dreaming this morning, was therapy. Times two. Both Thomas and I had therapy today. And since I’m a part of Thomas’s therapy, I in effect had 2 hours of therapy today. That’s a lot of therapy.

One of the central focuses of my therapy, aside from stress, worries and money, was Tiny Cat. She came up in Thomas’s therapy too. The central theme being we are all happier with her around.

They say pets can improve mental health. I believed it but I never really saw it first hand.

It is my opinion that Tiny Cat is the ray of sunshine this family needed. She has become someone for Pat to cuddle. Someone for the boys to play with. And she has become both for me. When I can catch her I give her a good nuzzle before I release her. And when I feel like crawling around on the floor like an idiot, she is usually willing to play a game or two. I’ve also discovered when I have her distracted during a game, I can usually pet her a couple of times before she catches on to what I’m doing and backs away.

Ok, so she hasn’t totally decide she is willing to love me. I can deal with that. She isn’t my cat. She is Pat’s cat. She literally scales Pat to get and give love from him. And that’s great. She is at least willing to play with me and that’s awesome for me.

Petting animals lowers your heart rate. It soothes you, calms you. Playing keep away is a potent anti-depressant. Don’t believe me? Find the closest kitten and any sort of string. Or a pencil works too. Anything, really.

Active interaction with animals does and will improve your mental health. So give it a try!