My new house. 🤗







My new house. 🤗








So grateful for my new house! And my new life. 😎
It’s happening. I absolutely love my white hair that’s coming in.

I can’t believe I’ve had this blog for 12 years. When I first started blogging, I was toying with the idea of going back to school. Now, 12 years and 4 degrees later, I’m an Addiction Counselor and….
I just got a house! It’s a 3 BR for $1,090 per month- that’s a steal in today’s economy. Huge yard with a large kitchen- I love it. I gave up my home owner’s status to go to renter’s status, but it’s worth it to me to have a house. Life is good!

Apart from that not much to update. Josh and I will remain best friends, of course- that’ll probably never change. I’m excited for us both though. After 18 long years, we’re going our own ways to both start fresh in life. He’ll probably end up with a kid or two and hopefully, a good woman. It’s time to carve out my OWN life. Brian (my son) and I will be living together; super excited.
I legit couldn’t ask for anything more in life right now. ❤️

🖤🖤🖤

Spring has SPRUNG. 🌻

❤️🌼❤️

Taken 3/13/24 💕
Aka: stranded at an abandoned complex after determining the round trip walk was 4 miles in the cold- thank God for LYFT. And satellite.

That’s my waterfall trickling in the background. 😎

GRATITUDE. ❤️
I absolutely love being an Addiction Counselor AND an advocate for positive mental health.
Valentine’s Day with my Mom. 🤗😘❤️
Olive Garden.


My best friend in the whole world. ❤️ Love my Mama! (Taken today.)



I’ve been sick for two weeks now. Went to two different hospitals: Bronchitis & The flu (A). My chest is still pretty congested, despite the Dayquil & breathing treatment. I went back to work 4 days ago (because I had to), but I’m still pretty sick. Spending the day watching True Crime (Charles Starkweather & Caril Fugate’s killing spree in the ’50’s.)
Nothing new to report. My job is going great, life is great, all is well. Can’t complain. 😎
So I went to the 2nd hospital in 4 days this morning: just in! Bronchitis & The Flu. Ouch. I want to be back to work by Thursday, dadgummit. Thankfully, there are two other therapists that can take my clients for a few days but I’m chomping at the bit to get back to work! But I mean, I’m not entirely complaining about lounging in my PJ’s watching movies with my snacks- life could be worse!
For now, that’s all I got. Must get back to my show. Josh’ll be home soon and will make me a Hot Toddy. 😎 😁 😎🤒🤧


Just got back from the hospital last night. Upper Respiratory Infection. My lungs feel like they’re full of glass.
Last night was an utter train wreck. Two words: Over Flow- Clark Memorial Hospital. Because of a previous MISdiagnosis from 30 years ago (BP I) , I was sent to the Behavioral Health section of the ER. Unfortunately, I have a not-so-great history with the place, but instead of being treated like everyone else- with dignity and respect- who walked into the hospital, I was treated as if I had just escaped the 3rd floor- all based on my chart. These are the dangers of stigmatization: Being treated differently based on preconceived assumptions.
I refused to stay back there, as it was highly triggering, so I was taken back to the ER waiting room in which there was nobody left. I sat out there for another 30 minutes and saw people come in and get a bed before me- over and over- yet I was left out in the waiting room for almost an hour. I finally had to ask for a “normal bed” in the “normal ER” section; by which they accommodated me, but not without the nurse going into a spiel about why they did that to me- yada yada- it was just waaaay too much drama for me. Can I not just go and have my chest x rayed like everyone else? I really wasn’t in the mood for hearing about why they’d just completely discriminated against me, so he left, and then another nurse entered the room. I could see by her face that she was excited by this new bit of flare in her day- it must’ve been terribly exciting for her…
…and sure enough, within only a moment, she was talking about how she’d “heard that I got my bed jacked around”. Need I say all of this was highly unprofessional? The stigmatization continues! But now we have its cousins patronizing and placating too. I had told her that I really didn’t want to talk about it, shutting her down immediately. Or so I thought. But no! On she went about why I “Shouldn’t take it personally…” completely disrespecting my request to not speak or hear about the situation again, mutilating patient rights AND “care”- and I use that term ridiculously loosely.
Clark Memorial Hospital is a joke. If you want decent patient care, go to Floyd.
I love my job (Addiction Counselor). (And my office.) That’s all. 😎

Another day down. 😎
