*Resentments of Unusual SizeI've been known to feel just like this little
guy gal here, Mommysaurus, all a-prickly and roaring.
I probably turn pink in my passionate diatribes, too.
This gal's load of straw feels extra hard to unload, as issues become impaled tightly on the spikes. The spikes at the ready to prick any issue and become annoyed by it. Them. Lots of spikes, lots of issues. Heavy ones.
Oh and I'm justified. Don't you doubt it.
And a victim. Of the entire universe. And me.
Ick. I'm done.
It started as a niggling. I remember the moment, as I explored my IRS issue. There is is, in black and white, my victimization by the IRS and Congress (for making this victimization legal). All laid out for me, evident in each and every communication I have with them. In my rant and rave. Justifiable indeed.
Then my eye, so well-primed by this ugliness and in the rush of inertia toward darkness, began to seek further examples of Universal Persecution of Diana.
And whoa-doggie did I find 'em!
Then the slow shift the other way began.
Cameron came to visit. It's pretty dang tough to keep focus on the ick, when there's so much love and joy in the room ♥ At the DMV, where I'd previously had a tantrum about conflicting information without listening to the resolution, I had the chance to be served by that same-said clerk. I traded numbers with Chance, to avoid spilling any more of that ick that was rising back up in my throat. Then Cameron mentioned the clerk looks like Sandra Dodd. Suddenly my perspective shifted. I could pretend this was Sandra; the sayer of tough things, who's motives are pure. So I did. I breathed and I listened. Ultimately, we had a pleasant and enjoyable experience. It was a beginning.
My martyr muscles had grown strong, however. Quickly.
Very quiet were the dissenting voices, as the anger and victimization brewed and festered.
Then I was really mean. again. This is not only ugly and awful, it's straight-up undermining who-I-am in this world. It's a ridiculous thought that diana would invest any energy in improving her reputation as Super Bitch. So why was I? Unable to change what I don't like in my life? Not me! Thus, I turned left. Right there.
I bought groceries. Nourishing myself and my family with food chosen lovingly is a consistent lift to my spirits. I breathed and calmed. I picked up the a bottle of Mood Stabilizer & loved visualizing the benefits. It was St. John's Wort; I've got some in the cupboard, it's been calling to me for a while now. I came home and took some. Then I took it three times today. And I'll keep taking it. If what's possible is possible
in me, we're talking Super Duper win/win/win/win scenario ♥
And I'm back to practicing what I want to be good at. Being my happy Self.
I could have written this myself! Marihuana and Bi-Polar Disorder
Especially with this expansive band, including trumpet, sax, harmonica & ukulele! 
My favorite part of the night, however, was our foray into the designated drinking area. Yeah, Caroline first, gets waved in; I get stopped and the universal sign for gimme your i.d. was flashed. I giggled and whipped out my brand spankin' new Oregon Driver's License, thanking the young man, explaining that I am, indeed older than Carolyn. Mary used her don't you dare face, saying I'm old enough to be your mother! I was happy dancing the rest of the night. The glass of wine Carolyn bought me, while flipping me the bird, probably helped a bit ;) She insists the headband is my secret... I dunno if it's true, though I did go downtown and buy two more ♥ 
After Paolo. Oh Paolo.
Girls Night Out + Music = ♥ ♥ ♥
The guy looked at me weird when I requested bacon on a vegan maple.
by this guy! Indeed, a cock 'n' balls donut; cream filled and all! 
As we walked back to the car, a very young man asked Holly if he could put his hand inside her pink box I'm so hungry! he cried. We giggled and walked a little faster. 
At home, as Holly shared her donut with Chance & Hayden
I really miss being a one cat home.
it's as if, for the anniversary of her birth,
I'm offered a glimpse
I cannot wait to do something amazing with this most useful and versatile accessory. It hems! It pipes! It attaches lace! All! At! The! Same! Time! ...and it's shiiiiny.
These guys here (ignore the thread pile, I was having serious bobbin issues, hence no shiny happy bobbin photos) they're my favorite bits in the whole box ♥ I can't wait to actually use them all. I'll never have to pin a hem again, as long as I live. I'll just have to stream my fabric through one of these here handy dandy Hemmers. hmmm. They need a better name. The handbook doesn't give them any kind of catchy description, either. I suppose hemming's not been as historically exciting as adding piping and lace at the same time. I shall redeem their reputation by appreciating each hem I sew, mostly straight, double turned, without pins!
I worked my way through a stack of need-for-repurpose tee shirts. A pile of grocery bags, a couple with lining even; and some waiting to become pillows. The project pile grows, as does my excitement.
If I wonder what to do with the backyard, it's certainly in my own best interest's interest to move towards this knowledge, these plans. CSI ain't takin' me there. Neither is Law & Order.
*Resentments of Unusual Size