tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63159249735094029432024-03-13T16:49:47.916-04:00Dirty LaundryAiring it out one post at a time.The Laundresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17438730180497804360noreply@blogger.comBlogger158125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-22302466694339341732013-05-30T17:10:00.001-04:002013-05-30T17:10:33.907-04:00Flowers in the WindowBefore they met, she was closed up. Detached. Sad.
There were many before him who took her innocence, her naiveté, her spirit.
But she never gave them her heart. She never let them in.
She never opened up like she did with him.
She thought she was destined to live a solitary life.
He changed things.
He helped her see the good in people.
He taught her the joys of a healthy relationship.
He The Laundresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17438730180497804360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-82277423945799758292012-04-15T09:21:00.000-04:002012-04-15T09:21:31.334-04:00Sunday Blues.The Sunday Blues have turned into the Monday thru Sunday Blues for me.
However, I had a week off and even though it was a bust with medical tests and trying to figure out why I'm dizzy and nauseous all the time...(I think I have the answer)...I STILL had a week off. Heaven.
I got to sleep late (as late as you can with an 8 year old in the house).
I got to get in some extra yoga at home and at The Laundresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17438730180497804360noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-33459191579113182842012-04-13T09:15:00.002-04:002012-04-13T09:17:20.336-04:00My little companions...
I was reading this post over at Birth Touch (A blog that I happen to really, really love) about Companion Pets.
I am not a dog lover, as those of you who know RT, know this very well.
But I am a crazy cat lady. CA-RAYZEE. Cat. Lady.
I'd have 100 cats if I could.
I haven't written regularly on this blog for quite some time so I haven't really kept up with the kitty stories on here. Tragic, I The Laundresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17438730180497804360noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-78605779813141966972012-04-01T17:13:00.001-04:002012-04-01T17:38:41.735-04:00RetrospectI stumbled upon this very old post and wanted to share it again.
Especially since it resonates off of this last post I'd written just a few short weeks ago for Birth Touch.
I was a mess.
I'm slowly getting better.
Wow, does it take an amazing amount of time and work.
PLEASE. Pass these along to anyone you think might benefit.
They would be written in vain otherwise.
My Sunday gift The Laundresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17438730180497804360noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-85081968156589968742012-03-31T09:02:00.002-04:002012-03-31T09:02:55.275-04:00Saturday.This is the first Saturday in forever that we have nothing to do.
Spring is here. Full of promise.
I woke up this morning thinking I had to go to work. I was so thrilled when I realized it wasn't so.
It's raining out.
I came downstairs to Fa on the couch watching cartoons. I made coffee. Husband has to work on Saturdays but only for a few more weeks.
Saturday Basketball is over. He was The Laundresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17438730180497804360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-22959501737949542372012-03-22T18:42:00.000-04:002012-03-22T18:42:22.159-04:00Hookey SchmookeyWe were planning to play hookey tomorrow.
Me and my girl.
But as Marsha Brady once said, "Something suddenly came up."
The kid doesn't want to miss school.
What she said: There's a "really special assembly tomorrow and I really don't want to miss it."
What I heard: "Mom, you suck. I'd rather spend time at the mill than be with you."
I know that's not what she meant.
But dammit if I wasn't The Laundresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17438730180497804360noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-85410809927331661712012-03-07T18:41:00.001-05:002012-03-07T18:41:46.281-05:00Mammographies Rock.Not really.
But they do help in the early detection of breast cancer. So I go for them every year. Sonograms too. Those, I think I hate worse.
I've been going for 10 years now. I started at 30 because my mother passed away from breast cancer when I was 17. 23 years ago. 23. Years. Ago.
I'm living longer without her than I lived with her in my life.
There was a time when I was younger. 17, 18 The Laundresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17438730180497804360noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-89707239908190849702012-03-01T06:00:00.000-05:002012-03-01T06:00:02.822-05:00So I expected...Ya know. When ya turn a new decade and yer life feels like its in the shitter and you just can't believe you got this far and feel this low. You kinda expect to squeeze into the new decade kinda like this guys face:
But. Everything's the same.
I feel the same. My job still sucks. I am still stuck in a rotten situation at work that I can't get out of and I am the same person as yesterday. The Laundresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17438730180497804360noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-73199531539678379882012-02-29T17:43:00.000-05:002012-02-29T17:43:03.010-05:00Feb Photo A Day the Final CountdownThis was hard.
Fun.
But hard.
Fat Mum Slim has the patience of a saint.
So here we go.
The final countdown:
You can totally skip this video if you can already hear the song in your head.
Day 27
(My Birthday...wheee)
What I Ate "Birthday Breakfast Smoothie"
Day 28
Pickle "Money" Jar
Day 29 (Leap Day)
What I'm listening to.I love this man.
SO. That's that.
February The Laundresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17438730180497804360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-22944864000117905122012-02-27T20:12:00.000-05:002012-02-27T20:12:09.011-05:00I'm 40 TodayI haven't really said it out loud to many people. I'm still in denial.
Most days I feel 21. Some days I feel 80.
Today, I'm just happy to be here.
I've seen so many people my age not make it past 40 that I just feel grateful that I'm here.
I'm struggling, yes. I am trying to *still* find my way.
But I'm here and I'm a mom and a wife and a friend and a daughter and a niece The Laundresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17438730180497804360noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-17945765289161586972012-02-25T09:13:00.002-05:002012-02-25T09:13:17.122-05:00February Photo A Day
Day 25
"Green" Sphynx Butt Doodle
Really, it does deserve it's own post.
The Laundresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17438730180497804360noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-10288658156180011112012-02-24T07:58:00.001-05:002012-02-24T07:58:16.299-05:00February Photo a Day In more than one day...#febphotoaday From the most adorable Fat Mum Slim is ongoing yet, almost over...I'm sad, yet happy I joined. It was an adventure...
Day 21
Favorite Photo of You. I love this pic of our wedding day...more than 10 years ago...
Day 22
Where you Work. (It's not a penitentiary, it only feels and looks like one)
Day 23
A pair of my favorite shoes. (I have so many that I didn't have the The Laundresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17438730180497804360noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-77752880191157765762012-02-21T06:00:00.000-05:002012-02-21T06:00:09.105-05:00February is a time for me to reminisce...Since my birthday is in 6 days, it seems February and the weeks following my birthday makes me melancholy. (it doesn't take much)...but I'm noticing that my meloncholy state runs throughout the year...
This post was written in Feb. Makes me cry.
This post gives me goosebumps.
This one is a reminder to me every day.
And this one truly opened up my heart and healing for probably the very The Laundresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17438730180497804360noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-4840891345267949382012-02-20T08:19:00.000-05:002012-02-20T08:19:26.693-05:00February Photo of the Day (Catch up)
I really am diggin' this meme. FatmumSlim is a memegenius. I heart her.
Day 11
Makes Me Happy (Minus my daughter who goes unposted)
Day 12
My Closet (one of them)
Day 13
Blue (Tunnel)
Day 14
Heart (All you need is Love)
Day 15
Phone (I love my catcase)
Day 16
Well, this is "Something New"They're loving not fighting!
Day 17
"Time" to put the The Laundresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17438730180497804360noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-1494465177336105262012-02-13T18:12:00.002-05:002012-02-13T19:19:28.957-05:00Post Partum Wha?So, I'm watching my 8 year old get ready for bed the other night. What a mature, independent girl she is turning out to be. She does everything on her own (most of the time) and usually without me begging more than 5 times.
I can't believe how far we've come.
Dancing with her is still my all time favorite thing to do with her...It started unexpectedly, in the living room and we've been doing itThe Laundresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17438730180497804360noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-56640676547916280902012-02-11T18:22:00.001-05:002012-02-11T18:22:24.089-05:00Why was six afraid of seven!
...cause 7 8 9!
#febphotoaday
Day 7
Cute as a "button"
Day 8
Shut the #frontdoor
Day 9
Self Portrait "What Hump"
Day 10
Makes me #happy
So there's that...I'm trying to keep up. This blog is killin' me!
The Laundresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17438730180497804360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-53749972468319384182012-02-07T05:02:00.000-05:002012-02-07T05:02:00.387-05:00Poor Kitteh
My kitteh has been sickly.
IV inserted. :(
He's only 4 months old. He has a bad tummy. Or he has a pancreatic deficiency that renders his pancreas unable to produce certain digestive enzymes. It's treatable but we are hoping it's the tummy ache.
His older Brother...
I hated him when he was here, I miss him when he's gone.
...Could take him or leave him. But I will be devastated if The Laundresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17438730180497804360noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-1875260946476343362012-02-06T16:53:00.002-05:002012-02-06T17:07:23.812-05:00Feb Photo A Day
Day 6: Dinner
Roasted Pepper and Eggplant with Spelt
I'm torn. Since I don't cook, this was a difficult one to procure. But, I did a cleanse a few weeks ago and the way it worked was this neighborhood health food store provided Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner. Along with those cayenne juices that cleansed the body.
It was the best cleanse I've ever done. I felt great The Laundresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17438730180497804360noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-83372634066313236732012-02-05T13:15:00.000-05:002012-02-05T13:15:09.904-05:00Feb Photo Days 4 & 5I like these. They make me happy.
Click to get to Jeroxie's site explaining a bit.
Day 4: A Stranger
Day 5: 10AM
Go Giants.*
*I could care less about the Giants. It just seems like the thing to do.The Laundresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17438730180497804360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-82061437432283188402012-02-04T08:18:00.000-05:002012-02-04T12:43:41.025-05:00I'm doing it on instagramSo I'm doing #Febphotoaday on Instagram. I love instagram. Makes every photo a masterpiece.
Here's the first three of the month.
Day One: My View
Very worried about sick baby kitty
Day Two: Words
Still afraid baby is sick
Day Three: Hands
I know they're technically paws but my baby kitty is very sick and I want him better
Baby kitteh has gotten himself some serious stomach The Laundresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17438730180497804360noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-63137562687028342642012-01-31T06:57:00.001-05:002012-02-01T05:56:51.193-05:00Charts ShmartsMe: Hey, Fa!
Fa: (Annoyed) Whaaaat!?
Me: You're doing such a great job with your chores. How 'bout we make a chart to help keep track of them.
Fa: What?
Me: (Excited like) This way, after the week is up and your chart is filled you can earn a reward!
Fa: *eyeroll* *snort* What kind of reward Mah? Tissues?
Me: (Frustrated) Yes Fa. Tissues. Used ones, green filled, goobery tissues!
(Smart The Laundresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17438730180497804360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-16417223038373574892012-01-30T06:00:00.000-05:002012-01-30T06:00:02.396-05:00Pillow PetsEveryone loves hanging out in Fa's room.
Must be her spirit and joy that attracts us to her. She radiates love.
We all want to be near her.
Pillow Pets
The Laundresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17438730180497804360noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-3868612477805176872012-01-29T06:00:00.000-05:002012-01-29T06:00:02.687-05:00My Artist
My daughter loves art.
She loves creating.
She loves crafts.
Any medium, any modality.
And I love her for it.
Cat Feet
The Laundresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17438730180497804360noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-51679548461317011522012-01-28T14:58:00.000-05:002012-01-28T14:58:21.208-05:00Go GirlMy daughter kicked ass on the basket ball court today.
I'm so proud.
From a shy, little girl with OT issues, she's grown into a self confident and athletic brainiac.
What?
She's dribbling, shooting, scoring, passing, rebounding and working that court like she was born there. How did that happen?
Loving Life At All Times
My daughter totally rocks. I am so lucky to be her mom. I can't The Laundresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17438730180497804360noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315924973509402943.post-21734694262653575852012-01-26T20:38:00.004-05:002012-01-26T20:38:33.958-05:00What am I doing?I miss blogging. I miss my readers and my online family that I created once, long ago.
But I don't know how to juggle it all.
Juggling.
I'm not a juggler.
I'm a struggler.
I'm struggling again.
My anxiety and depression is back.
Full force.
I'm scared.
The thoughts and fears have crept back into my bloodstream.
I'm having panic attacks and chest pains.
I know It's work, my job gives me stressThe Laundresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17438730180497804360noreply@blogger.com4