What she said.
“Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and…
View original post 259 more words
Now if I can just internalize this, I think it will be like a giant, cleansing deep breath, followed by actual relaxation and clarity because yes, it Is So True.
- The breath (whispersofawareness.wordpress.com)
- A moment of clarity … brought to you by ‘The Notebook’ (thisiswhyicheat.com)
Work in progress . . .
“Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.”
She liked my post and I had to share hers with you all.
It seems we’re on different ends of the same wavelength today, she and I.
What does living in the present really entail?
Does it mean that we neglect the influence of past events? Perhaps it means that we strictly focus on the current affairs of our lives? Living in the present requires walking a very fine line. It means we acknowledge that our past molds us, but we must not let previous engagements interfere with our current state and obstruct us from achieving what is in front of us.
The borders between the past, present, and future are tethered together. These so called time frames have a tremendous influence on one another and how we chose to live our current lives.
We are constantly shaped by not only the past, but also the future. It is easier to see how our history is intertwined with the present. We acknowledge that prior interactions have a direct impact on us and how we socialize with our…
View original post 716 more words
Hm, let’s start with my title.
My little stop-me-I’m-speeding-red daily driver Mazda 3 wasn’t hit (since last June, but that damage was fixed by the other guy’s insurance company) and didn’t strand me on the road (today anyway – last time it did was early December of 2012, when I was still in radiation therapy), but needed quite a bit of work:
– air conditioning compressor (that’s what crapped out on me and stranded me on the side of the road last December, thereby creating a 5-hour detour for me between my house and radiation therapy – never mind the fact that I was supposed to work that day. Yep, never did make it to work that day)
– motor mount(s) (knew one was broken, decided to change all three since this is a known weakness on this car – turns out when they were all replaced that all 3 of the existing ones were busted – facepalm!) – Oh, and the new ones are black and red and grey and on my, so sexy! I know, I’m weird, but I’ve found a few people who appreciate my weirdness, so it’s ok)
– shocks (one was leaking – I have 150,000 miles on the car, so that’s not the biggest surprise in the world)
Since some serious work was being done: all four tires coming off to do the shocks, the air conditioning compressor is on the passenger Bottom side (not a typo) of the engine and the motor mounts are two on top, one on the bottom of the engine, and because I can’t emotionally deal with flipping a car right now, not to mention the financials don’t support it (so we’re hedging against another 5 years with my little baby), the “while we” list got kinda long:
– struts, shock boots (to go with the new shocks)
– brake pads (we new at least one end needed to be done – let’s do ’em both)
– brake rotors (turns out this was a good decision, as Hubby said he didn’t think my old ones had another turn in them)
– rear adjustable camber arms (another Mazda 3 weakness – for some odd reason the OEM camber arms set such an angle that this car eats tires faster than it should – aftermarket adjustable units should let us adjust the rear suspension to stop doing that)
– radiator and new coolant
– transmission filter and new tranny fluid
– cooling system flush
– spark plugs
– oil filter and new oil
– air filter
– all light bulbs, both fore and aft
– water pump (this has failed at some point in every car Hubby or I have ever owned and I was starting to hear that tell-tale squeak which often presages a water pump failure)
I’m sure I’m forgetting something which, when I remember it, I’ll let you know about in a new post!
The photos below are what my baby looked like this past Saturday afternoon at 4:00 pm. This morning when I went to work (leaving Hubby at home to continue working on it after calling in “I have no idea what” to work), it looked pretty much the same, but had lots more new parts on it than when these photos were taken.
Last night when the work was over and it was dinner time, Hubby said most of the “big-tool” jobs were done. You know, the ones where power tools are used and/or something needs to be bashed on (which feel a bit risky with nothing but 4 little jacks holding up my baby – but those jacks ROCK! Seriously, they’re Extremely Stable and took all the bashing Hubby had to do with brake work and shock work and all. I’m just more comfortable being there overseeing the jobs that could get Hubby or the car hurt). The only other “big-tool” job is reconnecting a belt after installation of the air conditioning compressor. Everything else is what he calls detail work – tedious, but no big forces required.
He said if he worked on it another day, he thought it would be “drivable.” Well, not so I can drive it to work since some of my lights won’t be here ’til Wednesday and we’re not putting the whole front end back together just to take part of it off again to replace light bulbs – but drivable enough so he could wander out to test drive the suspension and engine component repairs for safety and bedding in.
So I have no idea what it’ll look like when I come home tonight, but this was from Saturday afternoon (and still substantially looked the same this morning):
- Organic Produce Delivery 4-6-13 (ridingthebcrollercoaster.com)
Found this morning on Women’s Rights News’s Facebook page.
As I confessed this morning on FB, I am still actively struggling with this…
It bit me in the ass in the shower this morning. In fact, it does the same many mornings in the shower.
What is it about first thing in the morning and being in the shower that allows my mind to have imaginary conversations with actual people in my life – conversations (that don’t Actually occur in Real Life, and I Am aware of this fact, mind you) that end up disappointing, angering, frustrating or downright hurting me?
Copyright Ridingthebcrollercoaster.com 2012-2013 All Rights Reserved.
Yep, still doing the organic produce delivery thing, and loving it!
Both of the photos above were what I got last Saturday –
– easter egg radishes
– french tarragon (spatchcocked roast chicken, anyone?)
– arugula flowers (my understanding is that the whole thing is edible, who knew?)
– mandarin oranges (seriously, I’ve gotten these in my box from the same farmer every week for Months! This guy has some serially productive trees!)
– valencia oranges
– carrots (hidden under oranges, but they’re there, I promise)
– daikon radish (also hidden under oranges, but also there)
– and oh yeah, strawberries!
I was gonna have some kitchen fun this weekend, except that Hubby is, well, basically rebuilding my car, and . . .
. . . since my default setting is worry these days (it’s a just-post-cancer thing – hopefully this too shall pass, in its own time, of course, as is right and proper) . . .
. . . I decided to hang out with him, keeping him company, watching over his safety (I Already know he would Never knowingly compromise his safety Or let me drive a car that wasn’t safe), making sure he got fed, and generally being his parts bitch when necessary. Oh, and starting to knit a fantastic grey cowl (I know – the weather’s getting warm now, but for some reason I seem to a be a cold-weather-only knitter – shrug) for myself when parts-bitch-service was not required!
Hopefully those beautiful strawberries will survive long enough to be made into Roasted Strawberry Buttermilk Cake, but if they don’t, they’ll likely end up overripe and supersweet gracing some oatmeal or greek yogurt.
Stay tuned for upcoming Rebuilding a Mazda 3 posts!
Copyright Ridingthebcrollercoaster.com 2012-2013 All Rights Reserved.
- Garlic-Lemon Roast Chicken with Vegetables (mysecretlifeinthekitchen.wordpress.com)
- I Spatchcocked a Rooster Eunuch (foodandwinehedonist.com)
- Farmers start to harvest Mġarr’s delicious strawberries (timesofmalta.com)
Found this on Facebook this morning.
I Literally laughed out loud because it couldn’t be truer. Anybody who has studied group dynamics knows the truth of this comment.
A whole bunch of people in my life currently think I’m the mean one.
I’m still trying to decide if I’m gonna go back to the way things were or not, knowing that if I don’t, I’ll likely be abandoned.
- Quote on Marble (ogbeniwalor.wordpress.com)