Denied. Again.
July 31st, 2008 § 1 comment § permalink
The moons must be aligned just.so. because in 2 days, I've managed to be denied.
Yesterday Mr. and Mrs. P'body, the Mr., Dave, and myself were going to do a Junior's reunion of sorts after work. There we were, getting ready to grab our baskets and wave chicken tenders in the air, until we found out that Junior's closes after lunch because of summer hours. Yeah, the Tech grads and Tech employee didn't remember that. Doh! It was fine, though, and we continued our fest over at (where else) Rocky Mountain, where we had buffalo pizza and electric blue colored shots before throngs of undergrads swarmed the place. We had grand plans of hitting the Highlander afterward, but grease + beers + colored shots in plastic cups did me in, and I was the sensible adult who went home and packed for her flight. Whose old?!
Today we wanted to have our last cuban with Kool Korner, only to realize that the previous sign saying that it was staying open until July 31st no longer applied. SIGH. We then had a memorial lunch of fried chicken and cornbread at Bobby & June's.
I hope they don't plan on going anywhere, either.
Getting on with it
July 28th, 2008 § 4 comments § permalink
I'm not shy when it comes to my personal experiences with anxiety-related depression. However, there are two distinct camps on the topic of depression: those that do something about it, and those that don't. I find myself in the former, taking my little pill every day (it's getting smaller, too!), having done my rounds of therapy, and possessing an intense desire not to let this ever come between me and living.
Some say it's too easy for me to say this without having experienced the depth of darkness that others seem to be in. Others agree with me: suck it up. I can't really engage in the contest of "who's more depressed? I deserve more sympathy! me me me!" Instead, I'm going to just focus on me, what I'm doing for me, and mostly, the "doing" part.
No, I've never entertained thoughts of suicide - not for one damn second. I couldn't do that to my family, I'm sacked with too much responsibility, plus I was raised a "pull up your bootstraps" kind of gal. I have had a day or three of staying in bed (thankfully none in a good long while). Those days are hard, especially when you're facing some unpredictable options. My imagination has a tendency to run wild with terror in the face of certain prospects (what if this? what if that? zomg, it's too much!). If I don't have the balls to face the issue, then I'll slink back to that dark, cool spot on the bed and hide like a coward. Coward is the perfect term for it, as I consciously know what I'm doing and give myself shit for doing so the entire time. Nothing like being depressed AND giving yourself crap for it. I don't care, though. I'm never going to that dark place again.
When I saw these prints on Etsy, I knew I had to have one. Their messages ring out loud and clear:
"Do something about it." "Get on with it already." "Quit your bellyaching." "Get your sh*t together."A simple, beautiful reminder to just do it (minus the swoosh).
From the aeroplane over the sea
July 24th, 2008 § 1 comment § permalink
God is a place you will wait for the rest of your life.*
And one day we will die And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea But for now we are young Let us lay in the sun And count every beautiful thing we can see Love to be In the arms of all I'm keeping here with me.*
Thank you, Jeff Mangum.
The blues
July 24th, 2008 § 6 comments § permalink
So yeah, summertime and the beach go hand in hand, but while I'm daydreaming about my trip back to Florida next week, I'm stuck in here in hot smoggy Atlanta dealing with what I've got. Blueberries. TONS of them.
(image via dr. superfoods)
Blueberries practically scream summer to me, and I'm pretty sure I eat more than any human should consume. My fridge at work always has at least one pint of them, as I throw them in my lame no-sugar added instant oatmeal. I pop in a few more after lunch/ before leaving, and next thing you know I've eaten 4 pints in two days. Ooops. Thankfully they're really healthy and good for you. Imagine that, me eating something healthy... on purpose.
But if healthy isn't your thing, you must try this fantastic Mama's Blueberry Buckle recipe that I snagged out of CL a few years ago. This is always a winner, especially for summer grills and get-togethers with friends. It's also a perfect excuse to have ice cream. Oh, and a pint of blueberries is currently only $2.50 at Whole Foods... GO!
(image via dr. superfoods)
Blueberries practically scream summer to me, and I'm pretty sure I eat more than any human should consume. My fridge at work always has at least one pint of them, as I throw them in my lame no-sugar added instant oatmeal. I pop in a few more after lunch/ before leaving, and next thing you know I've eaten 4 pints in two days. Ooops. Thankfully they're really healthy and good for you. Imagine that, me eating something healthy... on purpose.
But if healthy isn't your thing, you must try this fantastic Mama's Blueberry Buckle recipe that I snagged out of CL a few years ago. This is always a winner, especially for summer grills and get-togethers with friends. It's also a perfect excuse to have ice cream. Oh, and a pint of blueberries is currently only $2.50 at Whole Foods... GO! Where is my mind?
July 23rd, 2008 § 2 comments § permalink
Answer: Still on the beach.
I had a great weekend and bachelorette shindig in West Palm, courtesy of my dear friend and uber hostess Sus. Seriously, how can you beat days that begin with buckets of rum and yachts on the ocean, only to be followed by VIP booths and 4 am air-guitar contests?
Happy to be home and see the Mr. and the pooch, but real life isn't keeping me as distracted...
