Uncategorized – Like I Say…

Thanks, I Guess?

I was glad that my dad cared enough to yell at Mum in my defense after he found me alone and crying after her family reunion where I suffered heat exhaustion and returned incredibly ill and covered in huge blisters from a very bad sunburn, but I would have appreciated some actual help instead.

How about some aloe or something?

However, I don’t know where they are or if they’re even still alive, but sending immense love and gratitude out into the universe for my second cousin’s grandparents who let a sick kid vomit into their RV toilet for most of a very hot summer night.

One-winged Angel

I once heard someone say “fallen angel” when I was a teen. I thought it was sweet – an angel fallen from the sky. I innocently thought it would be cute to be called that.

My mom heard and immediately jumped down my throat. She was always on the lookout to attack, and I naively gave her perceived ammunition often.

I thought about that as I hung my smallest angel ornament on the Christmas tree this season.

She’s so tiny, I always worry she’ll be lost. She was purchased when I was only a year old. She’s been through a lot at this point, and is missing a wing.

But despite it all, she’s still here.

Work Today

Work Reset

Work had me feeling like I’d travelled back in time today. First it seemed I had completely backtracked with a coworker who was again somehow thinking it was my job to do his team’s patching coordination. And then I received an email from a coworker who had left the company a few months ago. He appears to be in the exact same position again, and everyone’s acting like nothing happened.

I actually checked through my old emails to find his farewell letter to be sure I wasn’t having a stroke or something. Nope, there was the email. I guess that other company didn’t work out…

So anyway, I guess I’m still here in 2025. I had the slightest hope I was reset back to before the 2024 election for a second there, or even the pandemic. If only.

And Jesus was There

Giant Husband and I attended Ghost’s Skeletour over the weekend. This was our second ritual. This time in Vegas, which was cool. And I just have to say,

It was AMAZING.

Amen.

The Love Of Strangers

I realized something this morning.

The best Christmas my family ever had when I was growing up was the one time my parents actually accepted help. To them, the reason we kids enjoyed it so much was because we were given more than we deserved. We were spoiled, and happy about it.

That wasn’t it. In fact, it really wasn’t that much at all.

It was the thoughtfulness they, possibly even strangers, put into the gifts.

It was the feeling of actually being seen.

Care from strangers > “care” from parents.

Even Plastic Surgery Wasn’t Enough

Today I tried to use Sora to create an image showing how it feels trying to meet expectations as a woman in today’s society. It’s not perfect, but neither are we realistically.