Actual "conversation" held yesterday:
Kate: Ooh Mommy! When you bent over to feed the cats I saw your underwear!
Me: Ooo-kay.
Kate: And, I am wondering if those underpants are actually comfortable cuz they look like they go up your crack.
Me: (silence)
Kate: And, I really like that color green on you.
Me: (silence)
Kate: So, yeah. Nice underpants, Mommy.
Me: Ooo-kay.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
The Crazy Lady
Actually, The Crazy Lady is not crazy. At least I hope not. She is the lady people talk to when THEY are crazy. . . like me! But it's easier to call her The Crazy Lady than "the lady I talk to because I'm crazy".
It's like the psychiatrist who prescribes my thank-you-God-in-the-high-heavens-for-my-meds medicine. I call him The Crazy Doctor. Not to his face, of course.
Anyhoo, Ronnie and I have been visiting The Crazy Lady because Ronnie read my earlier blog posts and decided that mebbe my crazy was crazier than he realized. But we go together. Cuz that's what couples do when one of them is crazy and the other is freaked out.
I thought it might be entertaining to chronicle our visits to The Crazy Lady with her bottom line paraphrased statements:
Visit Number One: I'm glad you two are here. You definitely need to be.
Visit Number Two: Ronnie, be more understanding of and get educated on Anne's particular brand of crazy because she sho' is crazy.
Visit Number Three: You two are angry. And crazy.
Visit Number Four: Anne, do the damn laundry.
So Sayeth The Crazy Lady.
It's like the psychiatrist who prescribes my thank-you-God-in-the-high-heavens-for-my-meds medicine. I call him The Crazy Doctor. Not to his face, of course.
Anyhoo, Ronnie and I have been visiting The Crazy Lady because Ronnie read my earlier blog posts and decided that mebbe my crazy was crazier than he realized. But we go together. Cuz that's what couples do when one of them is crazy and the other is freaked out.
I thought it might be entertaining to chronicle our visits to The Crazy Lady with her bottom line paraphrased statements:
Visit Number One: I'm glad you two are here. You definitely need to be.
Visit Number Two: Ronnie, be more understanding of and get educated on Anne's particular brand of crazy because she sho' is crazy.
Visit Number Three: You two are angry. And crazy.
Visit Number Four: Anne, do the damn laundry.
So Sayeth The Crazy Lady.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Can't. Stop. Laughing!
okay, click on this link too and then i swear, i am done telling you to click on links. . . for today.
Animals Talking In All Caps
Animals Talking In All Caps
Oh The Places You'll Go: Dr. Seuss + Burning Man = Awesomeness
click on this link...you'll be so glad you did!
Oh The Places You'll Go by Burning Man
Oh The Places You'll Go by Burning Man
Monday, January 16, 2012
Livin' La Vida Loca
My thought behind writing Suddenly Crazy was to chronicle my mental health journey. I found the courage to do so after spending several months following Jenny Lawson's blog, The Bloggess. (see side bar at right for a link to her awesome blog).
Why would I want to share my crazy brain with the whole world, you may wonder? Cuz maybe, just maybe, telling my story would help. Help make the crazy easier to bear, help me see the humor, help me express my thoughts by throwing them out there to see where they land?
Or...to be real.
To admit to the world that my brain doesn't work quite right is scary. What if you read this and decide I am some kind of psycho freak that you are afraid to be around? I guess that's the chance I have to take if I want to be genuine and vulnerable.
No more hiding....hiding under the covers... hiding my shame.
But thankfully there is hope and it comes in many colors: good meds, good Heavenly Father, good friends.....just to name a few.
Da Huz and I decided that a little counseling was a good idea. My previous blogs kinda wigged him out and he thought it was time to bring in the professionals.
So, today while we were there I made a comment that I knew was true in my heart, but that when the words came out of my mouth they surprised me. They were so powerful, so true. So amazing. Such a blessing.
The comment was this: that you guys saved me. You wonderful people unknowingly helped pull me out of a deep and horrible place. Your humor and YOUR craziness and your kindness....
Thank you Dear Friends. I love you.
Why would I want to share my crazy brain with the whole world, you may wonder? Cuz maybe, just maybe, telling my story would help. Help make the crazy easier to bear, help me see the humor, help me express my thoughts by throwing them out there to see where they land?
Or...to be real.
To admit to the world that my brain doesn't work quite right is scary. What if you read this and decide I am some kind of psycho freak that you are afraid to be around? I guess that's the chance I have to take if I want to be genuine and vulnerable.
No more hiding....hiding under the covers... hiding my shame.
But thankfully there is hope and it comes in many colors: good meds, good Heavenly Father, good friends.....just to name a few.
Da Huz and I decided that a little counseling was a good idea. My previous blogs kinda wigged him out and he thought it was time to bring in the professionals.
So, today while we were there I made a comment that I knew was true in my heart, but that when the words came out of my mouth they surprised me. They were so powerful, so true. So amazing. Such a blessing.
The comment was this: that you guys saved me. You wonderful people unknowingly helped pull me out of a deep and horrible place. Your humor and YOUR craziness and your kindness....
Thank you Dear Friends. I love you.
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