The hubs is not sentimental about stuff: his motto, like my mother, is "Get rid of it!" Even if something once had sentimental value to him, if it was in our storage shed, it got tossed or donated to Goodwill today.
I swear this kid is so obsessed with Christmas, his birthday, and getting presents, I just want to go and send him to Plum Village... Tattoo "Things won't make me happy" backwards on his forehead, so as soon as he learns how to read, he can read that every day. I guess non-attachment as a lifestyle is a bit of a stretch for a four-year old. *sigh*
So, after having a "small" grand mal seizure Friday night, my husband set out on Saturday morning to go to Sturgis. By "small" grand mal seizure, I mean it wasn't as bad as it normally is. Like a 5 minute seizure instead of a 10 minute one. Still awful, just less so. In terms of spiritual lessons I… Continue reading Sturgis & The Doghouse
I cannot prevent the Hubs from having seizures. I cannot prevent the Hubs from having seizures. I cannot prevent the Hubs from having seizures. But I would if I could. I would just take away everybody's suffering. Because who needs all that character? Control enthusiast that I am, I keep thinking that I can prevent… Continue reading Seizure
So, it turns out that the reason we've been bouncing checks for the past four months is because I was double-paying my student loans. The autopay setup on my bank must have created a new payment instead of editing a current payment, resulting in two payments. Just to be special, however, the autopay made a duplicate… Continue reading my day, including a rant about student loans.
From last Thursday, which earned the nickname, "Get Shit Done Day." My friend Jamie said that her mother always told her to write "make a list" as the first item of her to-do lists. Then she could feel like she accomplished something right from the get-go. Actual to-do list I've written I actually had a… Continue reading To do lists