This photo was taken in the “shrine” area next to the large golden Buddha at The Mermaid Emporium. Anchorage, Alaska. Taken in October, of 2015.
“I dreamed of a wedding of elaborate elegance,
A church filled with family and friends.
I asked him what kind of a wedding he wished for,
He said one that would make me his wife.”
~Author Unknown
It’s today friends! Wish us luck!? 🙂 Blessings to all! ❤
Large open, red flower.
An article at the aviation museum on display. The headline was regarding the aircrash death of Will Rogers will in Alaska.
“We choose those we like; with those we love,
we have no say in the matter.”
~Mignon McLaughlin
Orange calcite chunk and, small smokey quartz point. November 3rd, 2015.
“Love one another and you will be happy.
It’s as simple and as difficult as that.”
~Michael Leunig
Yesterday, on my sweets birthday we went to the Alaska Aviation Heritage Museum. It was a wonderful experience, we had the whole place to ourselves. There was also a full immersion flight simulator for J, to experience.
We wandered slowly, and tried to take it all in. So much to see, to read and to take in. It really was a beautiful and love filled day.
For dinner, I made him a yummy thick grass fed all natural New York steak, salad and onion rings. After dinner, I began baking the Duff’s designer cake mix. Suddenly, my MELTDOWN came on. I don’t always see them coming. In fact, I rarely do.
I’ve had a lot on my mind, swirling swirling thoughts and feelings. I have felt isolated quite a bit. It’s come to the forefront once again, that outside my sweet and my daughter and grandchildren I have no connections. No true friends, no relationships outside of Facebook likes and work associates – even though I really do try to. With my daughter and grandchildren down in the lower 48, I only have J. When he and I don’t agree or even if he’s just sleeping etc, I am left alone with my brain.
My brain can be a terrible place, filled with anxiety and extremely depressing thoughts. Often when I have a really good day, it can come crashing down around me and I feel extreme lows. It’s part of my disorders, or it’s just how my lousy emotional and social skills surface.
Thank you for all of the kind words, and your continued visits. Be good to yourselves friends.
His mother a Siamese, he a Siamese mix. His mother (Pixie) went out to meet a fellow, and that’s how Porky came to be. 😉 September of 2015.
Our cats have been extra lovey-dovey. I don’t know if it’s because I have been gone with work so much, or it’s just the current disposition. J has said the same, he has been home more as of late and he too gets lots of snuggles. Cats, love to hate them – can’t live without them. Troublemakers that wiggle in your heart, and cover everything with their fur! They eat too much, and poop too much, cuddle too much, purr too hard and know how to make everything OK again. Perhaps, they just know how much I need it in my life!
“There is, incidentally, no way of talking about cats that enables one
to come off as a sane person.” ~Dan Greenberg
New bright green growth on a green shrub/tree. Photo taken May of 2015. Can you identify it?
“Good decisions come from experience,
and experience comes from bad decisions.”
~Author Unknown
I over-edited/filtered this photo. It’s kind of how I have been doing everything lately – over-kill. Although I was diagnosed as Bipolar, I decided to no longer see my psychiatrist. Not agreeing with her, I didn’t want to acknowledge another label. Another disorder, another broken tag affixed to my forehead. I was absolutely sure being diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder, Severe Depression, Anxiety and PTSD and blah blah blah was enough already!. Being sexually abused, verbally abused and physically abused by the man who raised me -not to mention being abandoned by my mother/parents created a broken child/young adult. I am who I am, because of everything that has happened and my choices/responses to life and all of it’s situations. So when she started bringing up her diagnosis of Bipolar, I said “I’m broken, I get it” and I was out. Never to go back again. Self-care became my own problem/solution.
Now, a few years or more later I have become more willing to recognize why I was given such a diagnosis. Not because I am going to go back to taking a million different medications and feeling void of any feeling, or getting my blood tested constantly for levels of whatever antipsychotic they want to try out this time. No, it’s because I realize (and have always known) you can’t treat a problem if you don’t recognize it for what it is – a problem.
So, back to the main issue. I’ve been overdoing it again. Waves, everything I do and feel happens in waves. Patterns, repeating. I need to learn how to create my own mental/emotional breakers so the tsunamis stop occurring. It’s now a goal, a focus, a movement towards better self-care. I might not want to be labeled, I may want to feel every height and fall of emotion but, I can’t keep letting those waves crash onto the shores of those closest & most dear to me. I am a wife, a mother and a grandmother – and Grandma, she needs to be an anchor in life! (PS, I appear to be rambling and excessively using the “/” mark.)
A vibrant red rose the size of a cabbage in McKinley Park, Sacramento California.
“Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them;
sometimes they forgive them.” ~Oscar Wilde
In the late afternoon, on my birthday we went to McKinley park in Sacramento, California which has a poignant place in my memory. It is a secret marker, a milestone of sorts. It was important for me to return, and my daughter’s family made that happen.
We strolled around the pond first, we looked at and photographed trees (well I did) and we also got to introduce her (my Granddaughter) to some baby geese! Once she saw them, she was captivated! A lady jogger ran through them, getting close to the babies and taking photos on her cellphone. It was at that moment, my Granddaughter recognized that as bad and said “no,no, no!” It was adorable.
She and I held hands and walked around the roses. Each was a brand new gift of excitement and wonder to her. It was fantastic! She expressed in her youth and inexperience, just exactly how I still feel when I look at beautiful flowers. She didn’t want to walk on the grass, so we stuck to the paved pathways. This walk through a park, will also be one of the greatest times of my life and I am forever grateful.
Update: She’s conquered her hesitance towards the grass!
My European deli meal for my birthday! April 6, 2015 in Sacramento, California.
For my birthday my daughter flew me out of Alaska, and down to California! I hadn’t seen her in almost 8 years! She paid for my ticket so that I could meet my two wonderful Grandchildren. It was a major blessing, there are just no words to describe how incredible it was!
We went out with the babies in the stroller, and took a nice long walk around the neighborhood together. Visiting thrift stores, and a variety of shops. We came across two European deli markets and had a lot of fun looking at all the different foods, spices and other items. We picked up a jelly roll cake, a potted meat from Poland, a vegetable soup from Ukraine (I think) and some marinated mushrooms from behind the counter at one of the shops. I also bought myself a KINDER EGG! The prize was an adorable glow in the dark ghost holding a red & white lollipop! One of the grossest things I picked out were chocolates with alcohol like vodka in them! Eww lol!
The greatest thing about this meal, was that my daughter and granddaughter were so willing to eat the food and try new things with me! It made me really happy! I remember as my daughter got older, we didn’t sync anymore. I can’t blame her. During some of the most formative years of her life, I turned into a horrible selfish drunken sobbing mess. I had a mid-life crisis in my twenties!
Even with my past, and everything that I went through… she should have always been my priority! I should have made more effort! It’s a wound I cannot fix. It is there, and that time is lost. It is, what it is and no matter how sorry for it all that I am – it cannot be undone. So, to have her do something so wonderful and reach out to me. To bring me to her family, and to welcome me with open arms, and make the effort to eat a silly meal with me… was and always will be on of the greatest memories of my life! I am grateful.
Sunset, looking down our street. I believe I took this in March, of 2015. I did use a filter on this photo to help disguise some of the vehicle plates etc. It was fairly dark naturally, however.
“A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age;
he dies of being a man.”
~Percival Arland Ussher
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