Sunday, April 16, 2017

Depression VS Bedroom Before and After

Depression.  It leaks out into every part of a sufferer's life.

Did you know that a dirty home can be a sign of depression?  While you might want to blame laziness on the filthy homes you see on shows like Hoarders, you can bet that most of them have underlying mental issues.

Depression can cause you to let your home go, and being surrounded by clutter can make you feel more depressed, which makes the clutter grow.

Eventually, it can get out of control.

I'm lucky.  My depression seems to come in waves, or spirals.  I seem to be at my lowest at the start of most months, and feeling more normal midway through.  That means I an get on top of my clutter before my clutter gets the best of me.

The past couple of weeks have seen me in a very low depressive slump.  And while there my bedroom, supposedly a safe haven, had become uncomfortably dirty.  (And this coming from someone who is not particularly tidy.)

Tonight, in under 2 hours, I cleaned up a large amount of what was making me feel bad.

Here are some before and after shots of my bedroom become a haven again:

An unmade bed covered with dirty clothes.

This first shot is of my bed.  Unmade.  Covered in dirty clothes and bags of shopping that have not been unpacked.  Not exactly something you'd look forward to climbing into at the end of a long day.

A neatly made bed with a double wedding ring handmade quilt.

Cleaned off, made up and topped with a beautiful HAND SEWN quilt made by my aunt, its much more welcoming at the end of the day.

A side table covered with books and clutter.

This one is a shot of my night table.  Not a night stand like most people have, but a long table.  So covered with books and debris that you can't put another thing on it.

And, for laughs, if you look at the bottom left you'll see a book.  The Life Changing Magic of Tidying up.

You can't make this stuff up you know.

A side table neatly clean, with a journal and candle on top.

Now, books back to their proper shelves.  Trash in the trash.  Clutter be-gone. 

There is my journal (previously on the floor at the right of my bed as you'll later see) and fountain pen within reach.  I could even light a candle in my salt lamp without setting the whole place on fire.  I can even reach my stereo to turn it on.

Not perfection of course.  The corner shelf needs love, and the under shelves are still a catch-all of craft supplies, but the top is peaceful again.

A messy room with clothes on the floor.A pile of clothes on the floor of a dirty room.

These two photos are of the floor on the right and left hand sides of my bed.

MOUNTAINS of clothes and stuff thrown on the floor.  I had to climb on the pile to set my alarm or reach my lamp.  Almost just to climb into bed.

On that floor, behind the green clothes basket, was my JOURNAL!  Clearly its not helping me out at all if its down on the floor not being used!

Look!  Now there is a floor under there!

Again, not perfection.  The clean clothes and bags of shopping still need to be dealt with, but for now its contained and not spread over the whole bedroom floor!

Monday, April 3, 2017

Day of 1,000 Sleeps and Thoughts on the Walking Dead Final

Yesterday was a day of a thousand sleeps.

After working 3 days in a row with no breaks, no lunch and no backup I was too exhausted to human in a functional manner.

I slept until almost noon.  Ate lunch.  Surfed some flash fiction sites, then took a mid-day bath and went back to bed.  I got out of bed shortly after supper just in time to bathe my boys and watch The Walking dead.

I had just settled in on the sofa and was watching the ongoing saga of Rick vs Negan when my youngest woke up screaming.

"Why doesn't he ever wake up during the commercial breaks?" I asked my husband.

He hates sleeping in his bed. (The kid, not my husband)  He's 3 years old and still wakes up multiple times a night, until we put him in his playpen that we (yes, still) have set up in the living room.

Since my show was on I lay him on the sofa with me and he immediately went back to sleep.

So soft and cute.  So precious.   You would never know that when he's awake hes a mean little sucker who terrorizes his older brother.

Eventually, he went back to his bed.

Meanwhile its Monday morning in my little corner of the world, and looks like it wants to rain.  I want it to rain.  Like, if it starts raining about 1 and goes at it hard and heavy for the next 9 hours I'd love it.

I have to close tonight and I just hope that I'll have some backup for a few hours before everyone leaves me.  I'm not ready to be the only keyholder again.  I also hope everyone shows up to work so that I dont have to do ALL the things, but that's laughable.  I can't remember last time everyone showed up.

Now, enough small talk, lets get down to the important things:

Can We Talk About The Walking Dead Though


So last night was the season finale of The Walking Dead, and I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to do with my Sunday nights for the next 6 months.

If you've not watched the season final yet you should skip all this till you do.

 The night was full of "Holy Shit"s on my part.

Never did trust that weird trash woman.

I have an embarrassing admittal though.

Even though this is a freaking ZOMBIE show and all, and I KNEW Sasha was going to be dead when he opened the coffin, for some reason I never expected her to pop out of that thing like a freaking undead jack in the box.

Then Carl doesn't even hesitate and it doesn't' really surprise me that the first shots in the war came from that fantastic little shit.

Then the calvary arrives on horseback, you get to see Carol REALLY back in the game and of course the King himself and his amazing flying tiger death.  (Which according to Chandler Riggs is a man in a green suit leaping off of a trampoline....the more you know....)

Rosita gets shot, but I was really hoping she'd die.  Like Zombie Sasha getting a hold of Rambo Barbie would have made me huge kinds of  happy.  (I've thought of Rosita as Rambo Barbie since shortly after her appearance when the director thought a close up of her rear in G.I.Jane booty shorts was just what the show needed.)

Wait, lets back up a step...

Rosita gets shot. Rick gets shot (yes....again).  Michonne gets the ever loving shit beat out of her.

And Negan escapes.....riding off into the sunset with his middle finger raised.

Back at the sanctuary Negan declares war, and back at Hilltop Maggie blames the whole sordid mess on Glenn....but in a really sweet way.

And Eugene is Negan and I really want to shave his mullet and throw him in the incinerator.

Then there is Dwight's toy soldier left behind with a message.  Didn't Know.
What didn't you know Dwight?  That the Garbage Pail Kids were evil?  That Negan is afraid of Tigers?  That Daryl WOUDLN'T kill you?  Now I have to wait until next season to find out.

But...I somehow totally missed Maggie's entrance to the battle so I need to watch it again to catch it.  Did Negan see her?  I have no freaking idea.

Sunday, April 2, 2017

Share a Link Sunday - 4-2-17

Once upon a time, when I used to write for Squidoo, I had a weekly linky.  Share a Link Sunday.

Looking back at my archives, they were some of my more popular links.  Go figure right?

While Squidoo doesn't exist anymore, people are still writing all over the place, from Hubpages to Niume to their own personal blogs.

I decided to renew Share a Link Sunday so that people can share their online writing with others.  New posts, old posts, all are welcome, as long as it is to something you have written yourself.

As for myself, I've done very little this past week.

I did decide to do April's Ultimate Blogging Challenge, and talked a little about that.

Saturday, April 1, 2017

April - Ultimate Blog Challenge and NaJoWriMo

April is here and with it comes again the Ultimate Blog Challenge.

The Challenge is to write every day in the month.  Not only to write to be sure you share your writing, and that you visit and interact with other bloggers as well.

The goal is to gain more views, more subscribers to your blog.  It should also have the effect of making more sales if that is what your blog is meant for.

These days all blogs are meant for making sales, it seems.

That is why I have dropped out of all the previous blog challenges.

My blog is vastly different from most fo the ones I see when I'm clicking links.  I'm not pushing a product.  I'm not trying to sell an ebook, and my blog is barely monetized at all.

I'm from a past generation of bloggers.  Ones that actually blogged as if they were keeping a journal online.  A personal blogger. They call it "Lifestyle" blogging these days, but thats funny to apply to my little slice of the web.  To grand of a word.

I would like to get more readers though, and more comments.  I think I miss comments more than anything in my "once upon a time" early blogging years.

For the month of March I got roughly 18 views a day.  Which really isn't THAT bad considering I last made a post back in FEBRUARY!

I do need to get in the habit of blogging more often, and I know that interaction is the best way to get more readers to my blog.

So I guess I'll just plug along best I can.  Even though I might have some trouble fiding a nice comment to leave on a blog post that is little more than plugging and ebook that I'll never read, I'll have to try my best.

Hopefully by the end of April I'll have much bigger numbers to brag about.

April is also National Journal Writing Month.  I'm cracking open a new journal and will be getting back in the habit of journaling daily like I used to do back in 2000.  I think the therapy of spewing things out onto paper will do me some good, as well as giving me fodder for my blog.

Monday, February 27, 2017

Journal Monday

Meet my art journal.

It is a small pocket sketchbook (3.5 in x 5 in) with 60 sheets of unlined paper.  This one came from Michaels, but they don't have it anymore.  You can buy it on Amazon.  Also, Moleskine has a similar one.

I've been using this one as my art journal off and on since March of 2015, but recently have been doing a ton of pages.  Several pages a week.

Some of the images have been getting a lot of praise on facebook and on Instagram, so I thought I'd start sharing my favorite pages here weekly.

 I had intended for this page to have text on the right-hand page, but couldn't find anything that I felt went with it. So, now its just a stand alone page as it is.

"Break" is my favorite page I did this week.  The background was done with watercolor paints and a water brush.  The collaged images are all from a lipstick ad in a magazine.  You can see more about the thought process behind this one at Break - An Art Journal Page

"Go Bold" started out as a page where I was sticking down scraps of paper that were scattered on my desk after doing "Break".  Then I found the gymnast while flipping through another magazine.  I liked her black and white against the colored paper scraps

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

The Neighbors Beast - Wordless Wednesday

Our neighbors have had a rottie for a while.  She would come to the fence and bark to be petted.

Recently he has gotten a pit bull.  Now, I don't hate pit bulls.  I grew up with an awesome one.  I know friends who have awesome ones.  But this one is a scary beast.

brown pit bull dog behind chain link fence

When it's not picking fights with the rottie (we hear them fighting off and on constantly) if we are in the yard he'll stalk the fence, then rush it barking, sometimes growling and sometimes trying to get over the fence.

The rottie used to bark at us too, but her's was a "Come pet me and love me" kind of bark.  His is much more threatining.  

I'm afraid of this dog.  I'm afraid for my elderly and sick dog.  I'm afraid for my children.

They are afraid for themselves too.  They don't want to go outside and play in our own back yard, because they are afraid. Because a mean doggie lives next door.

Brown pit bull dog behind chain link fence

Irresponsible pet owners drive me up the wall.

The video below shows him barking at us.  He's wagging his tail, but that is NOT an indicator of friendliness.  You can hear him growl a little as I stand up to film the rottie, laying in the yard being all peaceful and stuff.


Monday, February 6, 2017

Monday Weigh In - The Beginning


I'm rather disappointed in myself at the moment.

I weighed myself this morning.  I've not really stepped on the scale since the 1st of January.  I used to step on it daily but people said I weigh myself too often.

Well, in my hiatus from the numbers I have gained 5 pounds.  Almost 6 pounds.

This makes me very sad because it puts me back in the 230s, and I had managed to stay in the 220s for almost 2 years.  (I was over 240 at my highest.)

Well, clearly I need to go back to monitoring my numbers daily.

I also need to rein in my eating habits that are getting out of control.

I've been having a soda or two every day.  A bag of chips or two every day.  Eating fatty meals of ham and bacon.  We've been eating out a little more than usual.  I've been avoiding vegetables.  I've barely been drinking any water at all.

My Plan for this week is to stop having soda and chips with my lunch at work, and to step up my water intake.  Aiming for 4 to 6 cups of water for this week, will add more as we go.

We'll see where those two small changes get me this week.
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