Thoroughly Screwed and Other Randomness

There’s never enough lemon in lemon cookies.

I watched a Forensic Files marathon today and realized I have no alibi for yesterday.

She was artistic and musical but horrible in the kitchen, however my mother made the best pancakes I’ve ever had in my life. We didn’t even put syrup on them. Today I made her pancakes. So, so good.

There was a slight twinge of guilt as I ate catfish in the presence of my carp. Guilt was burned away by Cajun spices on said dinner.

I have a really good therapist. Thank goodness for this because each morning when my feet hit the floor I think to myself, I’m screwed but not as badly as yesterday.

How will I know when I’m happy? I’ll know when my eyes sing.

A million lost faces.
I see them when the curtains lay just right.
When twisted cords heap haphazard against the wall
They leave their reflection for me to untangle.

The above isn’t as random as one might think. I’m so tired of seeing faces in stuff it’s not even funny.

I’m still in my creative slump. I’ve got nothing, nada, zilch. I really hope to paint again soon. I posted some images from my sketchbook on Redbubble and was surprised at how well Three Cats went over.

It’s been a cold, cold winter but my body seems to handle it better than expected. The Daylight bulbs I purchased awhile back work wonderfully. The plants I purchased to go along with them are actually alive and thriving. What in the world?

I’m suspicious of how clean my roommate has been still I think it might appear odd for me to take his temperature. Are you okay Senior? Have you fallen ill and caught the “clean bug”? I hope there’s no cure for his illness.

I sometimes fear the amount of blessings I have. I even feel guilty when they come but guilt gives way to humility and thankfulness. It’s kinda like, thanks for remembering I’m here and for not tossing me to the lions. I try not to think He’s wasting his time especially when I know my heart keeps calling and he keeps answering. But man I’m scared. I’m afraid he doesn’t know just how filthy I am. How on earth could my Creator not know everything there is to know about me? Still I want to hide as if to protect him from myself. Wow, am I so bad that I could even leave dirt on the Almighty? So much work to be done on my self image, so much work.

I’m shocked by the size of my dog’s ginormous head. How on earth does he lift it?

I spent $1.25 on those so-called “lemon” cookies. This major disappointment with a super thick confection top sat right next to the sugarless sugar cookies. I stared blankly at the paradox.