These are the things that comfort me, make me laugh, move me, & open my soul. I am a mom of 3, a wife, a daughter, a friend....I write, knit, cook, love, work, & just try to make it through. My writing blog is wordsontheceiling.tumblr.com if you'd like to check it out. Thanks for hanging out in my head space!

 

This is a partial shot of my outfit yesterday.

We had “dress as your favorite character” for part of our Lab Week craziness. I did a nod to Wonder Woman, of course. As I’ve said before, I do not have the WW stature, but it’s still fun to dress as one of your heroes. 

I’m much more built to impersonate Buffy Summers, but I thought less people would get what I was doing if I ran around in 90’s clothes, punning and carrying a wooden stake.

This is a partial shot of my outfit yesterday.

We had “dress as your favorite character” for part of our Lab Week craziness. I did a nod to Wonder Woman, of course. As I’ve said before, I do not have the WW stature, but it’s still fun to dress as one of your heroes.

I’m much more built to impersonate Buffy Summers, but I thought less people would get what I was doing if I ran around in 90’s clothes, punning and carrying a wooden stake.

Our Lady of Spin Cycle, hear our prayer….

My husband saved our leaking washing machine by extracting a mangled bobby pin and I think I may have rescued a stained load that accidentally washed and dried with a so-called-washable crayon. Two laundry miracles in 24 hours. Something or somebody may get canonized if this keeps up. If I wake up and all these baskets are folded and pressed, I’m declaring this laundry room a shrine.

Happy Medical Laboratory Professionals Week!

Happy lab week to all my needle wielders and ‘scope jockeys!

If you work in the medical field, or even if you just have a doctor’s appointment, show your lab folks some love today. We like being behind the scenes, but a “thank you” never hurts.

Because remember: without us, the doctors just have to guess. :P

Family isn’t always blood. It’s the people in your life who want you in theirs; the ones who accept you for who you are. The ones who would do anything to see you smile and who love you no matter what.

(via infinite-paradox)

Something I wholeheartedly believe. So much so that this theme seems to creep into my writing as a recurring theme.

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege)

Know what the great thing about this kitchen countertop is? 

It’s got cool coloring, doesn’t scratch and works wonderfully with the red paint I wanted and black appliances I already had. But after five months of it, I have to face one flaw: it camouflages the shit out of little spots and spills. Time to step up my kitchen cleaning game. 

On that same note: we are hosting Easter lunch at our house tomorrow for both sides of the family. Yikes. I just put the kiddos down for a nap, the husband is mowing the yard, I’m wired up on Sudafed and a 5 HR Energy, so it’s time for some massive unf*€king. Let the cleaning tornado begin!!

Know what the great thing about this kitchen countertop is?

It’s got cool coloring, doesn’t scratch and works wonderfully with the red paint I wanted and black appliances I already had. But after five months of it, I have to face one flaw: it camouflages the shit out of little spots and spills. Time to step up my kitchen cleaning game.

On that same note: we are hosting Easter lunch at our house tomorrow for both sides of the family. Yikes. I just put the kiddos down for a nap, the husband is mowing the yard, I’m wired up on Sudafed and a 5 HR Energy, so it’s time for some massive unf*€king. Let the cleaning tornado begin!!

Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.

Juliette Binoche as Anna Barton in Damage (1992)

(Source: foshizzlemovies)

Fr(eye)day….

Yes, that’s really my eye. (Dark circles are not enhanced for dramatic purposes. They’re really that bad.) I know it’s not the greatest pic, but oh well.

My eyes might be the only feature on my entire body I really, truly like. Not because I’ve received tons of compliments on them, because I haven’t. I just think they’re cool.

They vacillate between green and blue depending on mood and have little flecks of golden brown near the pupil. And I am the only person I can find in my family with these eyes. I’ve often wondered whose eyes I have and what their life was like.

We all have light eyes, for at least two generations back on both sides. Completely recessive genes. My mother and both of her parents have clear shades of blue. I don’t remember my birth father’s eyes, but I’m told they were green. His father’s were blue and his mother’s were green, I think. Maybe my father’s were like mine, I don’t know. All my conscious memories of him have his eyes covered by tinted glasses.

None of my children have my eyes, either. The oldest has her birth father’s bright blue. The twins are are light eyed, despite my husband’s deep brown irises, having grabbed hold of the recessive genes hiding in his DNA. They have the beautiful icy grey blue eyes of their grandfather.

Obviously, eye color fascinates me. Genetics…. Heritage…. A reminder of those who have come before and the little pieces of them we carry with us.

Fr(eye)day….

Yes, that’s really my eye. (Dark circles are not enhanced for dramatic purposes. They’re really that bad.) I know it’s not the greatest pic, but oh well.

My eyes might be the only feature on my entire body I really, truly like. Not because I’ve received tons of compliments on them, because I haven’t. I just think they’re cool.

They vacillate between green and blue depending on mood and have little flecks of golden brown near the pupil. And I am the only person I can find in my family with these eyes. I’ve often wondered whose eyes I have and what their life was like.

We all have light eyes, for at least two generations back on both sides. Completely recessive genes. My mother and both of her parents have clear shades of blue. I don’t remember my birth father’s eyes, but I’m told they were green. His father’s were blue and his mother’s were green, I think. Maybe my father’s were like mine, I don’t know. All my conscious memories of him have his eyes covered by tinted glasses.

None of my children have my eyes, either. The oldest has her birth father’s bright blue. The twins are are light eyed, despite my husband’s deep brown irises, having grabbed hold of the recessive genes hiding in his DNA. They have the beautiful icy grey blue eyes of their grandfather.

Obviously, eye color fascinates me. Genetics…. Heritage…. A reminder of those who have come before and the little pieces of them we carry with us.

Fluff rice with a fork, never stir it with a spoon.
Vaseline is the best night time eye cream on the market.
You can buy alcohol and chips with your parents’ gas station credit cards.
If you force something, you’ll break it. That could be good or bad.
It’s important to read the care tags on your clothing and follow those instructions.
Related: don’t wash and dry j. crew wool sweaters.
Changing your car’s oil is not optional.
Whatever physical objects you acquire you will one day have to put into a box and move.
You’re allowed to disagree with negative feedback.
It’s always worth reading the instruction manual.
Nostalgia, like any drug, can be a poison or a remedy.
Pets are like human friends but better in every conceivable way.
Good doctors listen more than they talk.
You can’t fix a burned roux.
Floss.
Just because someone is an authority figure does not mean they are intelligent/competent/right.
Measure twice, cut once.
Get your nice jeans and dress pants tailored by a professional.
If you’re uncomfortable wearing it you will not look good.
You’re not required to drink alcohol while in a bar.
There are a few things that cure all ills: the beach, your favorite album on vinyl, and fresh garlic.
Kindness is not weakness.
Baking soda is not baking powder.
Taking Excedrin P.M. while still in public is not advisable.
Terrible people will succeed. Wonderful people will fail. The world is not fair.
Appropriate footwear is always key.
You can absolutely be too forgiving.
Real humor punches up, not down.
Reading the assigned chapters will actually help you learn the material.
There are no adults. Everyone is as clueless as you are.
Applying eyeliner well is a timeless art.
You can always leave. Awkward dates, suffocating jobs, hometowns that you outgrow, relationships that aren’t growing in the right direction.
You can always come home again.
But it won’t be the same.
Life is too short for bad books, boring movies, shitty people, and margarine.
Never underestimate the importance of eyebrows.

onlyonemee asked
I put them in the microwave, and watch them "inflate"! Then I take them out, watch them shrink back down, and eat the chewy goodness. I also leave them out to let them get stale on purpose. Peep abuse abounds in this house.

I didn’t eat them for years, just mashed their little heads and faces through the packaging with glee. It’s a spring sport for me. Must…smash…Peeps…

Those of you

its-onlygene:

who have a family unit that you live amongst have my admiration. I honestly don’t know how the noise, the busy ness doesn’t make you crazy. So cheers to you.

We ARE crazy. At least I’m pretty sure I am. This entire blog is about poop and hormones and other ridiculous nonsense. I mean, who writes about this stuff? There is definitely a significant lack of sanity involved.