I will be slowly migrating away from LJ, not only because I think the golden age of these services is over and I've now seen my original blogging community home go down in flames... but also because I'm fairly certain almost no one reads me here anymore. If you do still read me here, let me know, but if you're not super attached to LJ as a format ( Read more... )

It’s been a very stressful… while. Everything just sorts of blends together, and after a while the constant state of anxiety starts to feel so normal that I forget when it started, or what started it… everything just feels fucked up in one way or another. While I was in the store, an elderly stranger offered the perfect description of this feeling ( Read more... )

In the spirit of trying to write more posts, even short ones, when I have something I want to talk about rather than waiting a month to putt it all together ( Read more... )

Eventually I'll learn to journal regularly again. One part busy, one part embarrassed (for not writing enough), one part forget and one part lazy ( Read more... )

(It’s more like 9.5 years but I’m rounding).

TABLE OF CONTENTS
  •   What is this no-poo thing you speak of?
  •   Why on Earth would I do this?
  •   What you'll need
  •   Step one: baking soda
  •   Step two: apple cider vinegar
  •   Step three: aftercare
FAQ #2: The most common questions
•   The baking soda 'shampoo'/wash doesn't lather and ( Read more... )

Zephyra has developed this quirk in her language where her standard response to things is "What". This is way, way more annoying than it sounds. I have no way of knowing if she's actually asking "What?" or confusing it with another question like, "Why?" or is simply making some sort of emphatic noise like, "Huh" that's gotten mixed up with an ( Read more... )

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The holidays have never been my strong point, and I tend to sort of absorb into myself to get through the month. The last few years have actually been mildly improved over previous ones. Okay, maybe significantly improved if I really think about it. There was once a time when the holiday season was so steeped in PTSD nonsense that I could even ( Read more... )

Two days before Jericho's birthday a tiny baby bunny appeared outside my back door, which is sliding glass leading into a small, but high-fenced backyard. I see the babies often enough in little groups around the complex, tiny ones don't generally wander too far from the nest until they're about the size of a large softball and then start to ( Read more... )

Tempest has been having these wild mood swings lately that are as exhausting as they are frustrating. When she's in the midst she's red-faced, squalling and hollering at the top of her lungs like she's 3 years old again and just wants to hear herself scream. I'm left rather baffled on how to respond to her in a positive or productive way because ( Read more... )