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Forty seven:


I saw this quote on Facebook today and I’m sure it’s because I was meant to.

People can be mean. People can spread lies and  say hurtful things and try to tear you down and try to discredit or invalidate you. They can and they will.

It’s hard to lay on the hypothetical floor after a beating and ever want to get back up again. It’s hard, once you DO get back up again, to want to ever raise your voice again. To keep fighting for truth or for freedom from the cycles we get caught in.

Its hard because it’s scary and it’s messy and it’s complicated and it can hurt.

But we have GOT TO “show up anyways”.

So here I am…

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Back on the wagon:

Depression is real, ya’ll. Ive been in a dark hole.

But Im going to work on getting back to writing about all my blessings because I have been abundantly blessed in this life, my cup runneth over.

And I’m not going to let a little dark cloud and some people with sharp tongues stop me from enjoying this beauty of a world I get to live in.

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forty three.



I don’t have a lot to say today, I’ll be honest. It’s not that it was a bad day, it’s just that I’m so sleepy. I feel like I’ve been getting a full on work out all day just from trying to get around with one foot and some crutches! 😂

But I just want to say, God is there. He is, and He loves us. Don’t be afraid to talk to Him once in a while.

Goodnight. Sleep tight.

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forty one.

Here’s the thing. I believe in angels. I don’t know about you… but I do, especially after tonight. 

I legitimately snapped my ankle falling down the stairs. I heard the snap, I immediately dropped, falling the other few stairs and crashed into my record cabinet. Jon was up and by my side it seemed like the instant I landed. My whole foot was laying flat on its side and Jon had already made his way up the stairs to grab me some clothes and get Edyn in the car to rush me to the doctor and he yelled from upstairs and asked me if I could move it. I cried back “no way in HELL”. I’ve had broken bones before so I was cautiously trying to gage the pain to know for sure but I knew it that instant… “it’s broken”, and I was positive. But then I felt the need to try… “just try to move it a little”, I thought. So I did and I felt another pop and then the pain was gone, instantly. I assumed once the adrenaline let up there would be some residual pain but I’m not even joking when I say there’s no way, with the way I fell, the way it looked and the pain I was experiencing that my ankle could somehow NOT be broken unless there was some divine intervention.

That was intense. Jon and I just sat on the floor laughing and crying at the same time because WHAT THE HECK JUST HAPPENED??

Oh my lands. Anyways- in other news, I got to snuggle a little baby today at work so whatever bad things happened today don’t really count because when you hold little babies, their magic little infant dust makes you only remember the good.


Also- this picture breaks my heart and mends it and breaks it again and then it just fills up so full that it bursts. This picture EXACTLY sums up what I see when I look at them. When he is there, she is safe. WE (her and I) are safe because he loves us that much. What a guy I tricked into loving me but my gosh, I wouldn’t give either of these two up for the whole universe.

Goodnight everyone. Fall asleep tonight thinking about someone you love, whomever that may be, and knowing that whomever you and are wherever you may be… you are loved, too.

P.S. that residual pain I mentioned earlier… it’s real. But I’ll take that over a broken bone ANY DAY.


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What a day.

After spending the weekend curled up in a dark pit called “food poisoning hell”, I finally felt like I might sort of make it out alive today. And thank the good Lord, too, because we had plans to have a belated birthday/Memorial Day celebration with my Dad.


I still probably should have held off on eating anything too heavy but when Dad makes his famous pulled pork sandwiches, ya just don’t say no. And then after swimming and laying out (exhausting work, really), we were all pretty tuckered out by the time we headed home. And not to mention sunburnt to a crisp.

But… I have this problem listening to reason and when everything says “don’t eat anymore food tonight” I say…”let’s stop at taco time!”


And then I had to take a nap on the couch for an hour or I’d be back worshiping the porcelain throne. And now I’ve been awake from said nap for about an hour now and I’m ready to go to bed.

Being out in the sun all day, eating pork sandwiches and crisp bean burritos after a bout of food poisoning… not the smartest move I’ve ever made. I’ll admit that.


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thirty nine.

If you pay attention to dates related to this blog, you will see there was no post yesterday. Why, you ask? FOOD POISONING.

Ho-ly tolitos.

That crap is straight from the devil.

Anyways. After sleeping most of today I am STARVING, and still tired. IMG_0605

Popcorn, Scandal, and back to bed.

Goodnight everyone.

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thirty eight.

Its Friday. That means one of two things:

1. I exist out in the real world.

2. I stay on my couch watching Scandal until Tuesday morning when I go back to work.

I have yet to decide which of these I will choose  but the popular vote is for the latter.

Gotta get back, Fitz told Mellie he wants a divorce so obviously this requires my undivided attention.