Over the past week or so…I’ve been shoved, knocked down, and trampled on…metaphorically.  No one touched my body…just my psyche…and it’s been rough.  Stressors of the mind leave me feeling beaten down…tired…like I’ve got the flu.  It’s all part of the life-sucking force that is Fibromyalgia.  I’m sure people are sick of hearing about it.  Sick of us “crying” about this “invisible” illness.  I get that.  It’s not easy to believe…until you’ve lived with it.  Countless doctors, tests, x-rays…all coming back with nothing to show for your symptoms…or what you believe could be an injury.  It’s frustrating.  You know what you feel…but there’s no proof.  Scientists are finding more and more about fibro.  The future may hold blood testing and spinal fluid testing to prove we aren’t making all this up.  Until then…

Hello world!

Hi Everyone…it’s me…Twig.  My Dad gave me that nickname when I was a little kid…and alot skinnier.  🙂  What does this blog contain??  I don’t know…everything I think of?  Probably.  I’m a bored, middle-aged, nearly empty-nested mom and wife.  Hang around…it could be fun.  😉

Cellular Cake

My son is a sophomore in high school this year.  Last week they had OGTs (Ohio Graduation Tests).  I’m not really pro-standardized testing at all.  Yeah, yeah…the “homeschool mom” is coming out in me.  🙂  Anyhow…because of all their hard work…in Biology class, they are having a “CELL-ebration Week”.  🙂  The kids are divided into groups…and each group is bringing in a cake with various items placed upon it (Fruit Roll-Ups, Mounds Bars, MnM’s, Twizzlers, etc.). 

 Somehow, this will end up looking like a diagram of an animal cell.  Yummy! 


Here are a couple of the kids: 


This might not turn out so good.

Final Pictures Later…  🙂

To Be a Child…

When I was a little girl, I had a special, safe place.  I walked through the door…and it was paradise.  The smells, the sounds, the warmth of the love.  I lived in a wonderful home…but this place was different.  More magical than home.  There were tents to be made, pies to fill, and cookies to bake. 

What a glorious place to be a child.  They were my Grandparents…and more.  Mim and Pap.  My life.  They survived the Great Depression, WWII, and my brother and me. 

Pap taught me how to shoot craps and shoot a rifle.  He taught me history and spelling, and math.  He taught me what it meant to be a soldier in a great war, and that sometimes the war stays with you long after it has ended.

Mim taught me to read, to cook, to bake, and to sew.  She taught me The Lord’s Prayer, and Amazing Grace.  She sang about “that lonesome whipperwill” and “Ol’ Shep”.   She taught me to enjoy nature, and explore it…that getting outside clears your head and your spirit.  She taught me that even when you have difficult times…you keep moving. 

Oh how I miss that special, safe place.  The years have passed.  They take their toll.  Sometimes it seems like it was all a dream. 

That’s the way life is, isn’t it?  Things happen…they’re real.  You hold on to them throughout the years.  Little bits fall away…so you hold on tighter.  Keeping them all gathered up in your arms. 




 It’s raining here.  Gray, dreary skies.  Muddy yard.  Muddy puppy feet. 






 Thank goodness for my Swiffer.


                                 I feel gloomy.  My family feels gloomy.  I’ve got to brighten this house up a little.  Days like this drag us down.  I can’t imagine living where the darkness stays for months.  People go mad from it.  I know I would. 

We tried one of the lights for Seasonal Affective Disorder…but not much luck with it.  It was very expensive.  So we sent it back. 

Do you have issues with low light, or the winter months affecting your moods?  Increasing your depression?  What do you do to try and overcome it? 

Indoor Tanning helps me.  I’m not endorsing this, because it is known to cause skin cancer and premature aging.  This should be enough to scare me, I know, 

But the vibrant light is energizing to me.  The intense heat does wonders for my fibromyalgia and arthritis.  Not so good for my skin. 

A vacation would be nice right about now.  When we were visiting St. Thomas…our taxi driver called the rain “Liquid Sunshine”.  Isn’t that a nice way to put it?  It was different there though…the rain fell for a few minutes…but the sun stayed. 

So nice. 

 So warm…

so NOT Ohio.  :/


Poor Puppy

I’m having our “foster” puppy neutered today.  My son told him that no matter what happens today…he’s still a man.  

  I guess guys have to stick together.  🙂