The myth of the perfect baby

 So I know it's super sporadic that I write in this blog. I'm going to change that.  Notice I didn't say *try* to change it? I'm just going to.   I can absolutely make at least 10 minutes every few days or maybe even every day to write a few words.  Or more, I don't know lol. What makes me so sure?  Well, I'm just getting over covid for the what seems like billionth time, and I spent a lot of time on TikTok.  Some good, some dramatic and weird. (think pink sauce, spicy bowls and Dre McCray) and some pretty inspiring.  I wish so much that I could remember the creator's name, and I will desperately try to put a link to their page in if and when I do, but one in particular stuck.  I actually promised to write here at least once a week.  I'm also pretty sure we'll be adding some blog posts over on the shop site that'll include some recipes.  In case you don't have the link handy that's  Juni's Creations  and you'll be able to find ...

   So wow, I'm writing again all of a sudden, what's with that?  Sometimes I'm completely predictable, and then again, sometimes I shock the hell out of even myself.  I'm not sure what compels me to share the things I do so openly, but at this point in my life, I kind of feel like there are people that could learn from the dumb shit I've done.     I was reading back through some of the older posts on here, remembering who I was then, where I was, and what I was going through.  I come off like such a miserable person in so much of it.  I really wasn't.  I just didn't have anyone to talk to and didn't know how to express myself any better than I did.  I don't truly know if I've learned from it, I just have someone to talk to now.  Someones...plural...I actually have a female friend that hasn't gone running for the hills or decided they don't like me anymore because I can't do enough for them (that's a reference to some really old po...

 It's been a long time since I've been here, doing this.  This thing I used to do and cherish so very much.  My priorities changed, my life changed, the world changed, everything and everyone changed.  And that's ok.  I don't know where to really begin with this, but I'm betting it'll be a long one, so if you're here, reading this, settle in for a long post.  With a lot of run on sentences and grammar errors because when I get to typing I really don't pay as much attention as I should, and I don't proofread these as much as I used to.  My time is more valuable to me than it used to be.   A long time a go a whole lot of doctors told me I was really sick...so sick I was going to die but not QUITE sick enough to qualify for any help of any kind. So I had myself pretty depressed for a while.  I realize now that ir was mostly self induced.  Some of it was situational, but most of it was because I do a great job of convincing myself the worst ...

So uh...I didn't fall off the face of the planet or die.  I just had a whole lot of really weird (even for me) shit go on that I will probably eventually fill you in on.  For now, I just wanted to say hello to whoever keeps peekin their little heads in here and let you all know that I'm ok. Maybe better than ok really.  Life got shitty for a while.  And I got fired in March from a job at one time I really loved but long story short, it became a horrible place to go and be cyber-terrorized by the person I worked for and the bitches he was fucking in the other offices.  But I still do the same thing I did before only better.  With the exception of some really strange continuous cyber-stalking on the ex company's part.  Goes to show though how bored some folks are that I'M the one they'd be interested in. My kids are huge.  My grandkids (now plural) are big too.  I'm amazed at how blessed I am for how shitty a person I've been.  But I a...

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I don't really. You can ask my husband and various and other assorted men throughout my life, but I don't suck them. I've been known to lick balls but yeah.  Anyway.  I have a lot of catching up to do. I know I do.  I don't know why exactly I didn't write in before now except that so much went on in the last year that I just didn't think most of it seemed plausible.  I know it seems like most of my blogs are fiction.  I wish they were, I really do.  But they're not. In February everyone in my house got the flu.  We all had fevers of over 100, Memphis got so sick he didn't eat for 6 days.  We still didn't have a car and I couldn't find any way to the doctor until he had been that sick for more than a week.  By then, the doctor didn't even want to see him and basically said if he hadn't died and hadn't had a seizure he was probably going to pull through.  So we kept him hydrated and that was that.  While that was going on, my mom ...