The Waters Deep

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Taking my feet to better places

GoldBug Feet Pic

This is the year of my evolution.

Bought a tent and a backpack.

Leaving the couch and TV behind and taking my feet to better places.

Getting out of my head and into Nature.

Letting go of Fear!

Big Clumps of hair

Trentens pic

Last night I dreamt that my hair was falling out in big nasty clumps the size of a silver dollar or bigger.  I was at a Halloween dance and I pretended it was part of my costume, even to myself.  I left the party in a pickup truck and was driving home in the dark.  I was thinking and thinking about the awfulness of my problem and the corners on the road kept getting tighter and tighter and I was having a hard time keeping myself on the road.  Then I didn’t.  I came around a corner and just had a calmness about me as I missed the turn.  I knew I couldn’t stop it or control it.  In slow motion I tumbled off the road and through the air.  I thought to myself, “of course there’s no ditch”.  Down and down I went and crashed at the bottom.  I wasn’t thinking about my hair anymore.  I was thinking about the physical pain and wondering if my soul could live through it.  I went to school the next day but everything was so loud and I couldn’t understand the words anymore.  And I hurt everywhere.  My hair was completely gone and I’d let one of the ‘druggy’ Emo art students paint a kaleidoscope of 3 dimensional scenes where my hair used to be.  But I couldn’t stand all the noise and the chatter. I couldn’t stand all the people.  It was just to much work to be there.  I had to go where it was quiet.  I sat on the top of a hill and watched them playing down below, I looked up and saw the brightness that the world can be.  I wasn’t happy and I wasn’t sad.  I just was. And it was ok for now.

I think I may be tired of dealing with people this week.  And my youngest daughter’s hair has started falling out.  She called me last night to tell me she had three more bald spots.  It made my stomach hurt.  She has been diagnosed with Alopecia areata  It is an autoimmune disease; the person’s immune system attacks their own body. In this case, their hair follicles.  They don’t know why.  I think it scares me more than it does her.  She simply sweeps the rest of her thick dark hair over the big bald spots and bobby pins it.  Moves on with her day.  She has the ability to compartmentalize in a manner that probably saves her from going completely crazy from the stress she has in her life.  I do not have the same gift.  So I’m closer to crazy than I normally like to be.

In the big scheme of what can go wrong in this life its a little thing.  It will be ok.

Youniquely Insane

I’ve lost my mind with this stuff.

Note:  Longer is not always better.

Younique 3 Before and After

My little ‘Younique Problem’ started when I convinced myself that I was dying of liver disease and must experience everything wonderful in the world.  I now have a $7,000.00 credit card to pay off.  Not all Younique and Arbonne, but a good chunk of it is.

Husband came home and sheepishly says,”Hey baby, I bought a riding lawn mower”.  And I replied with, “Oh thank God.  I bought a box of Younique Makeup, we are even now”.

My review of the Younique line is not wholly based on the spidy eyeball shown above.  I do like the product and of course didn’t just order a few things from a friend.  I signed up to jump on board the Pyramid train and sell sell sell.  My Facebook Feed has not been the same since.  It’s deluged with hundreds of beautiful women rolling on their faces and becoming caricatures of what they once were.

It their defense;  When you have an entire line of foundations, powders, lotions and hundreds of eyeshadows … it can happen.  None of the colors really stand on their own.  You have to mix and match to get anything close to your skin tone.  It’s a science project best completed after the morning pot of coffee and not a second before.

The mascara is wonderful if you are willing to buy the $20 makeup remover pads to get it off.  A person might just want to have a pack of this stuff around anyway, as it removes permanent marker.  From your face.  Which should happen never.

It is also Gluten Free.  I have yet to understand why this might be important for something you don’t plan on eating.  Apparently, it is. Every morning my Facebook Feed confirms it.  Multiple times.

Completely unrelated to Gluten Free Makeup;

How to Become Gluten Intolerant (Funny) – Ultra Spiritual Life episode 1… (I may need less coffee… he made me laugh until I was shaking.  Wait.  Hmmm.  Yes, it may be the coffee.  I was getting ready for Makeup Call).

Why so much spinach?


Because anyone who has ever cooked spinach knows that it practically disappears.  Husband says, “You aren’t fooling me.  I know its in there.”  He’s a trooper.  He’s like Mikey and will eat almost anything I cook.

We’ve decided that as I experiment, mad as I may get, its probably necessary that he be honest with any recipes that make him ill.  Not killing him, then it’s best to keep it to himself and eat.

Today’s lunch is the neighbors garden fresh zucchini, spinach and two cans of my beloved garbanzo beans.  Sautéed in a combination of flax seed oil and grass fed butter with big chunks of garlic.  Smidgen of Himalayan Salt.  Super Simple and Yummy!  The starchiness from the zucchini creates a creamy sauce that sort of (in my fantasy’s) resembles an alfredo sauce and ties it all together.

OH Garbanzo beans.  Makes me think of my Grandma.

When I was in my twenties, my Great Grandmother would call me every day to stop and get her a can of Garbanzo Beans and drop it off on my way home from work.  We’d play a game of ‘marbles’ where she’d proceed to cheat until she won, I’d water her garden, pull a couple of weeds that were driving her crazy and go home.  Every day, for almost the entire year I lived in the same town as her, we did this little Garbanzo Bean dance.  When she passed away and the family went in to clean out her apartment they discovered cupboards and closets full of cans of Garbanzo Beans.

She was a sly old lady and I was slow.  It was a perfect combination for a great evening of gaming and gardening.  🙂

Broccoli is for Trees Grammy

My 3 year old Granddaughter and I playing alphabet flash cards:

HER: “You be the baby and I’ll be the mommy”.  She holds a card up and says, “A is forrrrrrrr?” Looking at me sternly… Eyebrows raised almost to hairline level, lips pursed,  hand high on her waist, elbow jutting out.
ME: Trying to not laugh, pretending to think hard, “Apple”
HER: “Good job! I knew you could do it. Your so smart!! Hi five baby!  Apples are good because they aren’t green. But Green is for Grass and broccoli is for trees and why do you eat grass and trees all the time grammy and Is ‘B’ for Broccoli or Trees because broccoli is gross?”

HaHa… she’s been watching what I eat but isn’t so impressed.





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