Mom has gone home to heaven...
She is no longer in pain, now it is we who grieve her loss that are hurting...be patient with us, until we find our way through our pain...

My mom has been moved into the Hospice House here in Bellingham. It is a beautiful place for her, though she would rather have an ocean view, she's not complaining about the forested view she does have.

Her time is limited and she could go at any time...

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Sorry I can't seem to figure out how to properly embed this, but it is so very worth watching I hope you'll forgive me...Click on POST to view the video...

One of my fav places to go for coffee/desert/dinner with friends...now I am having serious second thoughts...scary stuff here, and I know how this should look as my family has been in the food industry...

I have pondered this for a long time, and since for the last 2 years I have basically been living in 130 sqft or so and I eventually hope to own my own Vardo (Gypsy Caravan) in the near future, I wanted to ask folks...

With TINY HOME in mind...

What is the bare minimum of clothing, YOU would personally be able to live with, if you were told you had to give up nearly ALL of your clothing? How many things would it take you to live for 7 days without doing laundry?
*I am thinking in daily wear clothing, not special occasions which would be a different catagory.

Ready, set....tell me! :) — feeling curious.

I have asked similar in the past, but perhaps these pics will give you a better idea of what I mean by Tiny House!

Sitting here in the darkness trying to figure out what direction to steer my life...
I have an income, but not a lot of extra cash once bills are paid...
I am trying to find the goals that are important to me, so I do not simply fade away into nothingness. Leaving my husband (2 years ago now) was a very hard thing to do...and I am still feeling in limbo in some respects...needing to find a goal, and move in that direction...I am ready for a relationship, but not actually seeking one, instead waiting for it to find me...if it does...but until if and when that happens, though at times I am very lonely, I will not go against who I am again, just to please people.

I have moved out and left Wiserhawk for those who haven't heard. I have been out on my own for about a year and half. Wiserhawk is being a good ex and being as supportive emotionally as he is able, but I try not to ask him unless I have to.

My SSDI finally was approved in September, but I didn't get my first payment until the end of December. I lived unemployed and with only foodstamps for about 9 months, and it wasn't pretty.

I also was diagnosed with Bipolar 1 Disorder. NOT a fun thing to live with...we are working on stabilizing my mood swings, but have now realized that all the usual mood stabilizers cause me to have Stephen Johnsons Syndrome. A sometimes fatal reaction to the medications actions in the body.

I am presently sharing a 3bdrm/2.5bath townhouse with my sister and youngest nephew, who were evicted back in December. I have the Master bed/bath thankfully to myself.

So there you have it. I am still alive, still have three of my furkids, four technically if you count Zeus who I am working on training for my sister.

I am having a very difficult time walking these days, but am still battling and refusing to use a wheelchair yet.

Oh, and to add to the mess, my truck, is still in the shop, I've paid all but $550 of the transmission rebuild that is costing $1900.00 but was required. Thankfully my ex is letting me use his car for the time being.

Hope to have the time to catch up with everyone now that my stuff is finally moved into the place here...after 5 weeks of waiting for it...Grrrrr! (don't ask!)

I hadn't realized how long it has been...

I am going to try to start posting again...and catch everyone up with me, as well as catching up with everyone else.

Been a long crazy bumpy road.

Our little Pomeranian Foxy Girl crossed over the Rainbow Bridge quietly this morning...she was almost 14 and a rescue, along with her Papa. She had congestive heart failure but now she is not in pain anymore.

We'll miss you Foxy Girl.