Feeling Better

All of my symptoms were gone when I woke up yesterday morning. It was obviously just a “24 hour bug”, but I still have a Covid test on Monday. Might as well just go, as long as I have the voucher. 

 

Covid Symptoms

 I have several symptoms of Covid 19. I have a sore throat, congestion, a headache from hell, cramps and diarrhea, nausea, a fever, and muscle weakness and aches. This all came crashing on me this morning after just a couple days of a mild sore throat. 

To make matters worse, my daughter’s stepmother is really giving me a hard time about it. She got all nasty with me about rescheduling, then changed her mind about getting nasty with me when I reminded her about the times that she rescheduled due to potential Covid. Then all of a sudden, illness/coronavirus is an acceptable reason to reschedule. 

To make matters even worse, my mom knows I’m sick and is still insisting on constant conversation with me. Not only do I need to stay physically away from her, but constant conversation wears me out. It took all I had to drive Evita back to her father’s house and back, just to get back into bed. For how long?  Two weeks?  

The earliest I can get a test is Monday. I paid all the bills and am wondering if I need to quarantine in a motel room for my sanity. 

My next reading adventure

 I wonder what Rabbit Hole I was entering to come across this book. “Full Surrogacy Now” appears to be a feminist theory that the nuclear family should be abolished and all pregnancies should be by working surrogates for the whole society. 

Basically, it’s The Handmaid’s Tale, but instead of a patriarchy-run society where women are forced into childbearing servitude, it’s a feminist-run society where  only some women are working surrogates, and the “family” doesn’t exist. The former is considered a dystopia, and the latter I suppose, is supposed to be a utopia. The former was also supposed to be fiction. This bitch really thinks this should actually happen. 

In The Handmaid’s Tale, the women who are forced into childbearing servitude are women considered by the patriarchal religious elite to be sinners. Who then, would become the surrogates in the feminist-run Handmaid’s Tale?  Probably women like me, who rebel against their causes. Maybe those of us romantically involved with men or who excel at homemaking and desire a lot of children. We’d be like the “unwomen” of this society, the ones they delegate pregnancy and baby snatching on as a punishment. Except this author doesn’t consider it a baby.  It’s “The product of your gestational work.”  

Maybe the next time Evita gets snarky with me, I can call her that. 

What’s sad is that this woman meant for her book to be taken seriously, and I’m reading it to make fun of it. 

My Cat is a Lady’s Man

 Last night, I was awoken at 4:00 am to find that I had left the window open in my room. This is how Alex gets in and out. Chu cant go outside because his previous mom had him declawed as a baby, but he is unable to jump as high as the desk Alex uses to get to the window anyway. 

I woke up to “m-m-m-m-meow” coming from outside. I thought, is that Alex? It doesn’t sound like him. I went to the window and called his name, but he didn’t come. So I went outside and around to the side of the house to see what was up. 

It was two black cats that live like five houses down. They were starring at my bedroom window and calling for Alex. They looked all guilty when they saw me looking at them. 

Alex came home about 30 minutes later. And yes he is neutered. 

Dream About Dad

In my dream last night, Dad was a literal zombie. This was better than in my other dreams where he “didn’t really die” or “was alive again”. I asked him, “Have you seen your dad yet?” He replied, “Yeah a couple of times.”  Then I said, “What about Queenie? Have you seen Queenie?”  (My childhood dog).He replied, “Yeah, Queenie is here!”  Then I woke up. Here’s a picture of me and my parents and Queenie on Christmas of 1984. Poor Queenie, she was so patient with me. 

Hoping TikTok doesn’t get banned 😩🙅🏻‍♀️ 🚫

My mom, daughter and I are hooked on TikTok. We are praying it doesn’t get banned. The random videos of animals doing the cutest things ever are therapeutic in and of themselves.
But, I’ve also been following a few more TikTokers:

Nurse Penny, who educates people about hospice care.
Dub_Frost, who cares for two disabled kids.
Her teenage daughter, Blue Frost
Coupon Katie, who has taught me a ton about couponing (I ignore her Trump supporting nonsense).
Omar ur life, who has the cutest “demon dog” named Senna.
What about Bunny, a dog that can use push buttons associated with words to communicate with her owners (though I’m not convinced)
Just Charla, talks about mental health and goes live a lot.

Old pic, new pic

Evita’s new mask,

Today. 

Christmas, 2007- all the babies played

Sheep in the pageant. Here’s someone handing me Evita’s dropped pacifier. 

Today I made homemade bread. 

I used to make bread from scratch all the time when I lived in the apartment and before panic disorder struck. My recipe was simple. I dissolved two teaspoons (or two square packets) of yeast into two cups of warm water and set it aside. 

Then I’d put five cups of flour into a bowl and sprinkle with about 8 tablespoons of olive oil and a bit of salt (and whisk with a fork). 

Then I’d add the yeast water when it was ready, knead the dough a bit in the bowl and let it rise in the fridge. Then bake about 45 minutes at 350. 

I have not made it in years. I wonder if the fact that I was able to do it again is a sign that things are looking up for me. 

Magickal Car Revamp 💎 🚗 🐚

I’m in my car a lot, and I saw someone doing this on Instagram. 

I wiped out these grooves and put my crystal collection in them. It really, really boosts the mood.

On Wednesday I left to go do audits. I often get carried away with going to the next closest one until I end up really far from home. This time, I had ended up so far northwest that jobs for the city of Austin started appearing in the 90 mile radius I search my map for. I changed the zip code to the middle of Austin and saw that there were a ton of audits that I had just done, but they each paid a dollar more than they do here. 

It has been raining and the weather cooled because of that. I went to a rural church and slept in the car. I actually got great sleep, and there was a nice breeze through the windows. 

It’s not scary to sleep at a church parking lot. No one really goes to church unless it’s Sunday, and definitely never overnight. Even if they do catch you there, they’re bound to think you are homeless and feel God speaking To help you out.  I could stand to be someone’s angel in disguise, not gonna lie. 

But no one was as this church. Hallelujah!  

Beautiful Dream 😴 😇 ☁️

I had a dream last night that was the direct result of watching too many true crime videos. 

In one case I watched a documentary on, a girl named Laura Bible went missing in 1999 at age 17. She went missing with her best friend, and both of her best friend’s parents were murdered. Her own parents pretty much solved a lot of the case themselves due to shady cops. I took note of it, because I thought it was pretty cool to have “Bible” as your last name. 

In my dream, I was in a motel room and a knock came at the door. I said, “Who is it?”  The voice called back, “It’s Laura Bible.”  

I wanted to open the door, but I started to get scared, because I thought she would look horrible and scary. I swallowed my fear and opened the door anyway. To my surprise, she looked like the most beautiful figure I’d ever seen. She looked almost like an anime angel. I was awed for a few seconds and then I woke up. 

I felt really good and alert when I woke up. I almost wonder if that was just a dream that my subconscious caused from watching all those true crime movies, or if it was “really her” giving me a nod, like, “Thanks for learning about us.”  

Maybe it was both. 

RIP. 

Scrapbook and Other Fun

Here  is a scrapbook I made today for Evita. 

I’m going to do ten more pages for the backs of the pages already done. 

Baby Cook Book

I’ve been following the Grenier triplets on social media pretty much since they were born on January 6th. They are just about the most adorable babies I’ve ever seen!  Every time pictures are posted of them, it really makes me want another baby. Not three at once, though. If we were to have three at once (lord have mercy), then a girl and two boys is what would be desired, just like the Grenier’s are, because we already have a boy and two girls. (Wouldn’t that be the Brady Bunch with a modern twist?). 

Their mom dresses them so cute. She often puts them in identical gender-neutral clothing with just a little scrunch is bow on the baby girl’s head to distinguish her from her brothers. It’s too cute. 

Their parents posted yesterday that they have published a recipe book with baby food recipes the triplets liked and/or disliked. Pictures of their extremely photogenic expressions after the first time trying something are included. If I was going to have a baby, I’d get this book for sure!  Or maybe I’ll get it for the next baby shower I’m invited to. I used to love making different baby foods in the blender and taking Evita’s picture with whatever face she made when she tried it. 

Chest Pains

I went to the ER with chest pains, and my heart rate was up to 130-132 at times. All other tests were normal. Diagnosis? Panic attack!  Of course it was. I have panic attacks all the time. I just never get chest pains. 

The doctor gave me an Ativan, and I feel niiiiice now. He also gave me a prescription for 12 Ativan pills for home. 

I feel like I can be very productive for the next few days.