Nothing says ‘hello’ and ‘welcome’ like a GIANT dog shoving his nose into your crotch.
Bozley is unrelenting in his pursuit to love and be loved.
I think if we all approached life a little bit more like Bozley… (but without all the butt sniffing) that maybe the world would be a much better place.
*Cheers* to welcoming our friends into our REAL lives without abandon. … even on bad days.
The word ‘spanx’ originates from the Latin word for sausage casing.
The cost of projecting a certain image is too steep. When you squeeze something tight enough the excess is going to have to go somewhere.
Just say ‘NO!’ to Spanx. Ease up a little. Life is short!
I discovered yesterday that reheated brussel sprouts explode in the microwave.
I feel like an evil, mastermind, culinary genius as I stroke my cat and riffle through my latest cookbook in search of inspiration.
Food helps me tap into unknown resources that feed my creativity and daily activities. My depression is kept a little better under wraps through the joy of cooking. Sometimes I blow up brussel sprouts in the microwave…. other days I create a healthy six course meal. There is joy in this journey of self discovery through food and depression.
So, I may or may not have lost our minivan recently….
In my defense, it was late.
I am writing this however to brag on my amazing ingenuity and survival skills…
You know that red button on most key fobs …??? I pushed it… and it got stuck….
I found my minivan. End of story. WIN!
Why is it that I have to get to the crisis point before I remember to build margin into my life to help keep my depression in check? It isn’t like there aren’t warning signs. Just being mindful of previous situations/stressors that lead up to a crisis helps.
Case in point: As wife and mother extraordinaire, domestic goddess, literary genius, supermodel, inspirational best friend to all, super savvy business woman, singing superstar who can stop bullets with my bare hands and leap buildings in a single bound … something is going to give.
If there were a big red button to help me navigate a rough patch, would I remember to push it? Would I recognize the incessant beeping/honking/flashing when I did? Would my pride allow me to? I think that is why the daily small wins matter. Yes. I brushed my teeth today. WIN! Yes. I ate a vegetable. WIN! Yes. I hugged my child and kissed my husband. WIN!
This one is for all of you like-minded sufferers out there.
I am meatless only on Mondays. I don’t remember how or why I started. It can’t hurt right?
Things I have learned:
Cauliflower smells like a SBD (‘silent but deadly’ for those of you who are uninformed)
I still hold brussel sprouts in my mouth and refuse to swallow.
Kimchi = DEATH
You CAN eat too many chickpeas and you can blame it on the dog only so many times.
My digestive system LOVES its weekly cleanse.
My family does tire of hearing about my bathroom activities.
I DO delight in grossing them out regularly.
YOU’RE WELCOME WORLD!!
A couple of my favorite Pinterest recipes:
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