Must be why III Patriots love Idaho

His parents LOVED him

 

and other random musings from

an addlepatted brain...

 

 

Be honest with Angel,

how many of y'all want to be 3-toed sloths now?

 

Heh, or something like that

Slaying the Inner Demons

I don't know about you dudes, but it's a rare woman that hasn't battled this particular demon. The woman who hasn't heard the hateful voices dripping poison in her head, especially during her lowest times. The woman who hasn't embraced the darkness and let it take her over, heart and soul; even if just for a minute, giving in to the pain.

"You aren't pretty enough, strong enough, smart enough, likable enough. You're too fat/skinny/short/tall/blond/brunette/ginger. Your eyes are too small, your nose is too big, your mouth is too wide, your ears are just funky. Your tits are too big/too small/too saggy, same thing about you ass. You aren't lovable, you aren't desirable, you aren't wanted and you never will be. You aren't enough."

I've spent a lifetime battling the inner demons, and they almost had me over the last couple of years. But the last six months have been a turning point. Some days, I lose, and I let the darkness fall on my shoulders, weighing me down. Some days I'm victorious, vanquishing the voices with my mighty wit and charm, smothering them with my bodacious curves and wicked grin. But every day, sun or shade, I pick up my sword and shield, look the demon in the eyes and say, "Bring it, let's see how much stronger I've gotten since our last battle."

So my sisters, my WarriorAngels, don't let the voices eat away your soul. Look at yourself honestly and with the kindness you'd give one of your dearest friends, and allow yourself to be the strong, vivacious woman you were meant to be.  And if you need help slaying your demons, call me, we'll battle together.

For rpm2day

I dragged my gnarly carcass out of bed long enough to do some damage on the 'net, post your sweet comments and find this.

It reminded me of rpm's desert story Friday night.

My apologies

food poisoning, emergency room, dying (or wishing for a sympathy bullet from wirecutter), going back to bed.

Laters,

Angel

Update:

IT LIVES! Seriously, I think I've lost 8 pounds and my abs have never been tighter. Tainted peanuts in trail mix. Living healthy will kill you.

Update to the Update:

I feel much better, still "eliminating the toxins". Was going to share all the gory details about puking sunflower seeds, peanuts and raisins through my nose and blowing sunflowers seeds out of my sinus cavity at 4 am. But didn't want to lose readers. :-)

Thanks for all the hugs and well wishes. We won't be eating trail mix again. EVER.

Update to the Update to the Update:

Peanuts, when roasted to kill the beasties, are fine. Raw peanuts can mold and harbor all sorts of nastiness. I opened the bag of trailmix on Saturday and had a handful, no problem. But Sunday's handful was a little funky. Being in the momvan with no place to spit it out, I sucked it up and swallowed. Washed down with Coke, what harm could it do, right? RIGHT? Never again. :-P

Okay, now this is just wrong...

I want to know, how messed up,

And on WHAT,

do you have to be before someone says,

"OMG! We gotta shave the bear!!!"

 

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Aw, HELL NO!

well, that just jump-started my diet...

Dichotomy of a Redhead Geek, Part III