August Paper Dolls

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OOTD: Hard To Shop In Albuquerque

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I picked this up at Buffalo Exchange in Albuquerque, where we stopped for lunch on our way back from Taos, and braved the horrendous construction on Central (Albuquerque, WTF are you thinking?) to quickly shop. There was a lady in a manual wheelchair determinedly wheeling herself in the single traffic lane (I think protesting how fucked up the sidewalks are as they put in what seems to be a rapid transit line and are ruining everything in the process) even though it was 98 degrees. Hats off to you, lady.


It’s August 30th and I have zero posts in the queue for September. This is very unlike me; I usually don’t feel okay unless there are thirty posts scheduled at a minimum. My assistant asked the other day, “Do you want to keep doing it?” My answer was yes, but. I do, but. But what? 

Let’s see. There is the dog, our Choux Choux cabbage-cabbage who in the space of 6 weeks developed a luxating patella in her right knee that went from “loose” to “permanently out.” In lay terms, her kneecap is now permanently dislocated. Initially we determined we’d put her down; we don’t have thousands of dollars to create a bionic dog. We don’t want to start down a road of surgery after surgery until the dog has been tortured to death. It is not her only issue; like many of those cute, pink Pits, she has very delicate skin. I should really be ready for either my Vet Tech or CNA certificate, there is so much medication management. We have spent a lot of money on vet bills, and I am now seriously a caregiver for this 11 month old baby. She’s on pain meds, Benadryl, Apolquell, Dasuquin, antibiotics (allergy related skin infection), fish oil and something else I can’t recall just now. Twice a day. 

Ultimately, as a family, we couldn’t—just couldn’t—put her down. She will have a patellar implant in two weeks (basically a knee replacement), in a small city two hours away, where a vet who is one of 23 in the country who does this will operate on her for far less cost than anyone else because he’s from New Mexico and wants to help animals more than he wants to get rich doing it. So while we are having a surgery for $2400 that would cost upwards of $6000 anywhere else, we are still spending money we don’t have lying around. Should I be sending that money to Houston? I worry about these things. But we are hopeful that we are saving the dog and giving her at least a good run of years before anything else goes wrong. 

Also, there is this perimenopause bullshit. I spend nearly every morning trying not to cry over, oh, let’s see, politics, hatred, stupidity, ignorance, how much I dislike other people, how touching some bullshit meme was, anything involving animals, etc. My body threw two periods in one month at me, I’m nauseated a LOT, I’m tired. I would like a word with the designer of this mess. It is the greatest proof available that there is no god. Or that god is a white republican man and like the rest of them he hates women. 

We are having the typical back-to-school crisis of “I can’t do this” and “I am failing” and “I could ruin my life” on the part of the teenager. I have assured him that there is zero chance that failing geometry will “ruin” his life. Lives are not ruined by such things. We put so much pressure on kids and it doesn’t result in success, it results in neuroses. He is 15. I remember the list of things my parents said would ruin my life. Sex. Alcohol. Drugs. Bad grades. Lack of school spirit. Television shows like Miami Vice. Music. 

I did all of those except bad grades, and did not ruin my life. Because: seriously. Let’s just calm the fuck down. 

I have been meditating daily for just over 30 days. I am using Headspace (they are not paying me to say that but if they want to, I’m in), and while I initially balked at the annual subscription cost (70 to 80 bucks) I then thought, “Didn’t you pay a game club $6.99 a month for YEARS so you could play hidden object games?” Oh, right. It’s not that much to pay for something that helps. And it is/does. Not as fast as I’d like. Which must mean it’s more legit than, say, cocaine. 

Speaking of drugs (I’ve never done any beyond some edibles that had no discernible effect) I have also cut back to one alcohol a day. The discovery of my allergy to sulfites coupled with reading an article about how women are drinking to escape their lives resulted in a decision to stop buying into what society wants me to think it great about booze. I never thought it did what it said it would do—in my experience being buzzed makes me even more worried about screwing up, adds to my health problems, limits my life and creates conflict. But the commercials and the movies and the world say that alcohol is how I can be liked, and normal, and FUN, and interesting, and cool, and awesome,  and relaxed and exciting….it’s a hard stream to swim against. But I am. Soon, the one drink will go away, too. I’m not stopping–Saturday afternoon margaritas are nice, frankly, but in terms of spending every night of my life in a stupor, I’m done. I will be present, I will look to address what I find unbearable rather than drinking to cover it up. 

There are marital issues. I am the person who will have to save it, and I am trying. It’s really hard work. I want to be married to the person I am married to, but things have to change. I am, currently, the one most able to force those changes, if they can happen. Because that’s not stressful. 

I am still wearing clothes, and we are still mostly taking pictures….but I haven’t really gotten the posting up to speed. Switching to iPad didn’t help that; there are conflicts with how I’ve done it all in the past that have caused me to sort of mulishly stop short and refuse to forge ahead. We’ll see what happens. 

EDS is flaring up, too, just for fun. My wrists were terrible yesterday, so bad that I taped lidocaine patches to each before going to bed. The lidocaine helped, but because my skin is also malformed, I have blisters and sores along the edges of where the tape was on each wrist. Awesome. The main thing we do for EDS is splint, which I did all day yesterday, but even that hurts my skin. I could never wear splints daily–I’d have the equivalent of bed sores all over me within days. So that which helps also hurts. It’s frustrating in the extreme. 

So, maybe there will be pictures for September, maybe there won’t. Maybe there will be more writing. Heck, anything could happen. It’s kind of “one day at a time” around here, at the moment. 

OOTD: Taos

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Here I am in Taos, where we visited for a work (him), fun (me) trip. We expected it to be cooler, but they were having out same heat wave, so although they were cooler than 109, their 95 was unbearable given they don’t have much air conditioning up there because they hardly ever need it. However, let me say that I am in love with Taos and want to move there. It’s just a lovely place, and breathtakingly beautiful.

Book Reviews: Rogue Island (Aie, Patriarchy) & Cut (Don’t Get Me Started)

Rogue Island

Rogue Island, Bruce DeSilva

I vow to stop wasting words on foolish books. Want a white-male centric, Patriarchy 101 point of view about women wrapped into a (not) thriller? This is your book. The rest of us are going to have coffee over there. No, no, you stay where you are.  1 Star.


 Cut, Cathy Glass

Cut: The True Story of an Abandoned, Abused Little Girl Who was Desperate to be Part of a Family. RIGHT THERE we have issues. You need commas in your title? It’s TOO LONG. There is a genre of book written by foster parents who have fooled themselves and their therapists that they are writing about the shocking cases of the children they have cared for and not about their own narcissism. Except. They are writing about their own narcissism. Was the child in this book horribly abused? YES. Is it appropriate in any way that Cathy Glass writes about her and/or other children she’s fostered? Not the way she is doing it.

If nothing else, this is a cautionary tale about how our process for screening foster parents is so utterly flawed that we should either abandon it completely or get rid of the system altogether. This person knew NOTHING about how to deal with a troubled child, something she seems proud of, and the system aids and abets her in this self-serving project to the detriment of the child she is supposedly caring for. Why did I fall for this? For the same reason I once watched the made-for-tv-movie “Something About Amelia” that ruined Ted Danson for me forever. I was stupid. One lame, sickly star. The hell with that, NO stars, just some vomit.

OOTD: Red Lips

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Red lipstick becomes more and more of a burden the older one gets; all the bleeding around the edges, the fact that if I am not careful when drinking coffee I end up looking like the joker…..

OOTD: Tucson Doesn’t Rank Much for Thrifting

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My tiny thrifting haul from Tucson. While the flagship Buffalo Exchange store is there, it is never as rich a hunting ground as the one in Albuquerque. All I got there was this Truly Madly Deeply hi-lo top, and the tulip hem pants were from the Goodwill (they are Elevenses, from Anthropologie). But that was it, man. Not a rich thrift place.