My dad was 46 years old when he married my mother. Not technically my story, but I’m a key player ;)

Lately I’ve been doing the 5-4-3-2-1 Mel Robbin’s trick. There are YT videos. It’s amazing.

One of my favourite things to do when super stressed is genealogy work. My family is a giant mystery, and getting lost in the past is a good de-stresser for me.

Same- I could have been anybody, too my ex. He just wanted a place to sit.

Your story is eerily similar to mine. At 32, I’d moved more times than years I’d been alive. My ex was gearing up for another move. I put my foot down, and he left me. Last I heard he was still a moving maniac...& it’s been 10 years in the same apartment, for me.

I am an art school grad, so my paid employment is not degree-related. Honestly, I don’t care. I am sort of snobby about my art and want gallery representation, so my paid employment at this stage is almost deliberately unrelated to my degree.
I was unemployed twice for extended periods of time, post grad. Once for 4…

Think like a professional athlete. This is now my go to for most things. I just tell people I’m in training. If they ask ‘for what?’ I answer ‘FOR BEING FUCKING AWESOME’

Ordinarily I’d agree with this, but she was traveling with 2 babies. A stroller is basically a substitute adult/safety measure. Wrangling 2 babies is fucking impossible.

Thank you.

It’s been almost 2 years since I was hired at my current job, but I haven’t forgotten the hell that was looking.

FWIW I’m one of those people who consistently has to apply & be rejected from 1000 places/jobs/gigs, only to have an in with a friend...and then people assume I have “the luck.”

In case I’m too cryptic:…

Beautiful pictures. I love your doggy!

I’ve been on a ‘no-cooking because I’m unmotivated/borderline depressed’ streak, but today I made a big pot of bone broth in the slow cooker and began a new batch of kombucha. I also ate a lot of sourdough toast and butter.

I had a bird shit on my face while I was outside with my boss once. I said “hey, good luck, right?” His response “Chinese people [he was Chinese] say a bird shitting on you is good luck, but as far as I can tell, you just got shat on, and that’s not good luck.”

The emphaticness of your comment gets many stars and giggles from me

I’m guessing she was disabled and then dumped. I made an unplanned visit to an orphanage in India (upon invitation), where I met homeless disabled children who were found wandering the streets of New Delhi at a very young age. All these comments and jokes are too much for me. Call me humourless.

I’d like to think because I’ve always been poor I relate more to the leisure class than the middle class. Middle class might be repelled by some of the shit I’ve lived through. At least people like Shep might already think I’m normal for an un-trustfunded person.

Keep them separate at first, and then slowly introduce to each other’s smell etc. There are tutorials online about this. I’d say get a female cat as a 2nd; your male cat will assert natural dominance which takes care of potential territorial-ness (aka pissing matches).

My husband watches them all with me. Even VPR. We hate/love them together, haha.

This is why we refer to the vet as the spa. Every. Damn. Time, kitty has nothing wrong and comes home feeling better. Oh well. He’s worth it!

In my experience it will not get better. It will continue. The best thing we could come up with was to shut our old guy INTO a dimly lit, cozy room, rather than shutting him OUT of ours.