𝔑𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔞 𝔉𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔢

Counting the days I have until my child is in preschool. I'm fucking tired, and I think my 3 year old is possessed. Send help. Preferably an old priest and a young priest.

Do you think when they finally come for you, you're going to be able to say. "Wait, wait, wait, hold on a second..." *rifles through tactical fanny pack* "If you look on this page right here, it says this is actually against the constitution."

Every time I watch an Everyday Carry video and someone points out what pocket constitution they carry, I have to laugh out loud. What do people think those little pieces of paper are going to protect them from?

"Shhhh, sweet children, it's not your time to ascend yet." - me to the giant donation pile in my trunk

*something something* serious about digital privacy *something something* Let me go ahead and post every thought I've ever had to Bluesky.

The cone of shame is the last thing I see before I close my eyes each night.

My sweet baby Hekate just had an emergency spay for an infected uterus. I'm mostly cuddling with her, but the second I get up to do something, all I can hear the sound of her tiny little cone wobbling and hitting every door frame and piece of furniture on her way to follow me.

... and listen, I'm not saying bleeding is impure, and I should be FORCED to be confined to a tent. I'm just saying I'd like the option. Give me a good book, some red raspberry tea, and peace.

Sometimes, I walk home carrying giant bags of groceries on each arm and a 40 lb toddler on my shoulders, all while I'm gushing blood from my uterus and nearly passing out from an iron deficiency. I'd like to bring back hiding in a tent for a week and bleeding in peace. I'm so tired.

Me trying to convince all my friends to try out another end-to-end encryption messaging app. I'M JUST REALLY SERIOUS ABOUT MY DIGITAL PRIVACY.

A mossy log covered with fresh Stereum polypore mushrooms lying in an early autumn forest. All photos by me

Here are some nice mushrooms

I'm back! Did I miss anything good?

Updating this to add: I have long covid and untreated ADHD. I already do this.

Updating my linked in to add "unpublished author/chef"

Then, if you have kids: get yourself some wheat tortillas and literally put anything in it for a "______" Rollie Pollie Ollie. (That's a generational recipe, too.) Old cheese? Cheesy rollie pollie ollie. Peanut butter, honey, jam, etc. You get the idea.

The next one involves finding an almost expired jar of green salsa and warming it up with rotisserie chicken (that part is optional. If you don't have rotisserie chicken, any protein will do.) THEN (this is the most important part), you layer some sunflower seeds in there for crunch.

I'm obsessed with the idea of getting a community garden put in my complex, and they are obsessed with the idea of not letting me put a community garden in our complex. I'm considering just planting fruits and vegetables anyway. What are they going to do? Fire me? I don't work here.

I'm playing around with the first couple of recipes, but if you spread jelly around a fancy cup, scrape the last of a container of yogurt in there, find a bag of old granola crumbs, layer it and put some old freezer burned blueberries on top of that... it's pretty tasty!

I'm writing a new recipe book titled, "We Have $-250 in our Bank Account Until Further Notice, and we Don't Have Groceries." It's going really well so far!

My daily mirror affirmations ever since I graduated therapy....

Excuse me ma'am I could report you to HR for not giving me designated bathroom breaks with the reasonable expectation of privacy.

a man with red hair is standing next to a rock and says `` and i 'm coming with you '' . ALT: a man with red hair is standing next to a rock and says `` and i 'm coming with you '' .

Whenever I tell my daughter I have to go to the bathroom...

As my parents age, I'm noticing more and more that they're telling the same 5 stories pretty frequently. It makes me wonder what my same 5 stories would be as I get older?

I'm finally as stressed out as my houseplants when it comes to relying on outside assistance to survive.

I keep trying to turn my rage into organizing and mutual aid. Holy shit, though, every time I read the news, I want to curl up into a little ball and scream.

You look just like your mom! I love this photo (and your dress ❤️).

I had a hard time deleting tik tok because of creators I loved (like foureyedyeti), but this is just one more reason I don't fuck with TikTok or Meta anymore. So fucking creepy.

There are so many things about being Ophelia's mom that I love, but nothing could have prepared me for how much joy I would feel dancing around to IDLES with her before bed. She fucking loves IDLES. ❤️