100th Post!

I'm off to the hospital *very* shortly, but I couldn't resist showing off yet another of Lady's fabulous cakes. She has a knack for ordering just the right message on the cake that will make me smile.

For anyone who missed it, her last cake is here.

Okay, so it's 5 30 AM and I can't sleep.

I know there are serious things going on for many of you, so consider this little infusion of cute on me:

Family Funnies

So I was in the line at a very famous "mart" today with my Mom. I had borrowed one of their courtesy chairs so I was below Mom as we waited.

Suddenly, in a tone of horror, she demanded, "Is that *something in your hair*?"

"Yes, Mom." I said, very quietly. "Grey."

Random Funnies

So I'm feeling much better after that second ER run, currently relaxing in front of the TV with Mackers and America's Funniest Home Videos, which got me thinking about kid logic, and some of the funny things little folks do. I did my own share of funny things, but there's one incident in particular that I can recall with absolute clarity. I even remember the "kid logic" behind this one, and I thought I would blog it for posterity.

I was perhaps seven, and had a porcelain tea set. My Mom was away from home this particular evening so I was in the care of a babysitter. The babysitter was unfamiliar, so I was content to stay in my room with my tea set and books and my dolls.

I called out to the babysitter to ask if I could have some water for my pretend tea, and was told no, water would make a mess because I could spill it. This made sense to Little Me. Water, after all, was wet, so I looked around my room for an alternative.

Suddenly, I had it. Baby Powder! It was sitting right on top of my dresser, I could pour it, and it wasn't wet!

Turns out, it *was* still messy... Luckily, Mom was too busy laughing to be upset, when she did come home.

No deep thoughts today, folks.


Keep hanging in there

Ashley

Too True Tuesday!

I'm so excited to be participating in my first Too True Tuesday!

Well, here goes... the thing that is not necessarily bad about me, but is strange but true.

I didn't eat any meat of any sort until I was 17 due to a lot of anxiety/sensory things... but this isn't the embarrassing part- The embarrassing part is that now that I *will* eat meat, I'm catching up on the McDonald's Happy Meals I missed as a kid... and these I just discovered this summer!

I know! I know! McDonald's is horrible for you, and chicken nuggets are made of meat slurry and all the rest... but there's a little box... and a toy... and it's *just* the right size for a lunch or snack....

So yes- that's me- too true. University student, newly-made Happy Meal consumer...

Hey everybody... Come meet my *other* friend Lisa :)

First of all- A recent picture. Lady and myself alll dolled up for a wedding. I'm the one in the curls ;)

Second of all- an introduction :)


As grateful as I am to have our fabulous Lisa in my life, I want to introduce you all to my other, knows me in real life Lisa, over at Diary of a Mad Comedienne. She's a fantastic Mom to some wonderful kiddos and an amazing voice for social justice.

But more importantly, she's *funny!* Lisa has a gift for comedy and has recently made her big break. Her humour is occasionally adult, but she's delighted to meet my Bloggy friends and would love to take a crack at adding a little humour to your days.

Daily Almost Funny

For the first time in 5 years of university, Mom and I are not studying together for finals. She graduated in April.

This term, my laptop and I have taken up residence in the kitchen.

The following ensued- Mom just laughed, understanding perfectly.

Cast of Characters

Me

Sibing, herein referred to as Lizzie. Age 15.


*Lizzie leaves kitchen, turning off light to my left*

Me: Light on, please.

Lizzie: What? The light OVER your HEAD is on... (with all the indignance of fifteen)

Me, brain exploding: I need. That. Light.

Lizzie, backing away: Okay

*turns on light. Mom laughs from the den*

Ah, exam stress....

A Little More Difficult

I'm tired today, and a bit discouraged. My writing (independent, not academic) always suffers when my depression acts up... I hope I can get out of this place before finals. Will need to do some work this evening on grounding and finding balance.

My grandmother is out of hospital and baby Lily is home as well. Her Aunt had a nasty car accident on Saturday night- It was the fault of the cabdriver. Strange. I always thought you were safe in a cab. So for awhile, we had 4 family members at the local hospital- Everyone is out now, thankfully.

I'm wishing for things I shouldn't today. Feels a bit like if my pain flared up (I have a bulging disc, along with my CP, that causes intermittent but serious pain) I would at least have an excuse to feel like this. Am having some difficulties around food that Lady (my partner- From the Animaniacs bit "Okay Lady I love you bye-bye") wants me to connect with a therapist about.

Enough about me-

Sending Light Love and Energy to all my awesome followers

Ashley

PS: Daily Funny

Baby Lily is beautiful, but it is only now that her Mom is confessing that she had some nightmares pre-delivery. Julie's husband John (alias again of course) had an abnormally large head. It didn't end up coming to anything, but John was going to doctors for 2 years after he was born to check on this. Julie had a dread of a baby with a huge head- Turns out Julie's mother Margaret (alias, alias who's got the alias) was also having this dream- Luckily, baby Lily has a beautiful head!

Typing away

I'm so glad that all of you lovely people want to follow me. I guess I'd better start typing.

Today I've realised the power of fear yet again- Not through myself this time. Fear can come from the oddest places- School, for example. And it can make us do the strangest things- Lie and avoid and lie so often that even *we* believe it... even lie to the people who love us, who would understand our fear and help us to bear it...

And this is from those of us with fairly good mental health!! What must it be like for kids with RAD who live every moment in fear that the people who love them must be kept away at the cost of life and death? Maybe this is a flawed understanding, but if fear is so paralysing for my nearest and dearest, and even to myself at times...

It's something to think about.

Pain is another thing that factors into my life and is a big part in my PTSD. During PT sessions when I was very small I was separated from my mother. If I cried during the painful stretches and exercises I would be taken out of the bright gym with toys and music and put into the "naughty girls room" with no toys, no music, and just the therapist until the hour was up...

To this day, I do not process pain correctly. If it is deep and real enough I will giggle hysterically. Those nearest to me now are helping me to realise that admitting to pain is okay, and I find that bloodstone helps with energy processes, so it's working out. Just some thoughts I wanted to share.

DAILY FUNNY

Just so you don't think this blog will be all introspection and doom and gloom (yours certainly aren't!) here is something funny that happened today. I have great friends- who will soon need pseudonyms- and today one of them had me in gales of laughter with a silly "Hate you" dance because she was jealous of a trip I could be taking...

Light, Love and Energy

Ashley