Ghostly space. & candy

This pic from space looks like ghostly forms-gorgeous!


Mom & dad manned the candy door while I kept Macy (their cat) safe from open doors in the back with me. I got a bit of candy for my Macy-sitting ;)



Sweet Macy



- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

Location:Home

My wish list

Here are a few wish list items that I won't get, but hey, it is fun to dream :)



Bunnies. Warm hands. Fingers able to iPad. Perfection.



The coolest felt $80 shoes from Europe Etsy has to offer



More fabulous gloves



Bluebird winter hat for dark, cold days ;)



Cylon shirt in the act tehehe



Gloves from the animals of the forest Etsy collection. Ah, so much time on my hands...

- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

Location:My dreams

New sleeping PJs

It was so cold & I was so tired & slept all day & half the night. Sigh



- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

Location:Bed

They've got me wrapped around their finger...

I love these pumpkin spice kisses oh so much






- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

Location:Yummy tummy

Sweater feet

I saw these clog/slippers & fell in love with the idea of a cable knit sweater on my feet! Dad went & so sweetly got them for me ;)









- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

Location:Happy feet

It's that candy time of year

My favorite candy for this time of year?






- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

Location:My tummy

Mr. Carrots

When Zoe was a kitten, we got her a stuffed bunny, & I so wanted her to sleep with it, love it, make it her best friend. She had it a year & showed no interest in it at ALL. After I split up with my then partner, he stayed where he was & I took Zoe & moved in with my parents for a short time. Magically, Zoe then started worshipping her bunny, who we named Mr. Carrots, & would carry him around, sleep with him, have private one-on-one time with him, & we took him overseas with us when we moved to Indonesia, & then to the Czech Republic. Until the day she died she loved Mr. Carrots, & I now keep him up with a music box sunshine I had & loved as a baby. I can still barely look at him, as I still can't face that Zoe is gone. Her birthday is today...she would have been 16. It's been 8 months & 24 days since she died, & this is the first time I've even been able to write about her so far. Well, it's a start. Happy birthday Zoe.



- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

Location:Heart

Eye I studies

- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

Location:Face

Swollen stories

My hands have so many stories to produce-through the written word, photographs, or drawing/painting. One of the problems in doing so (other than procrastination, which is WAY up there) is my rheumatoid arthritis. My hands look like fat meaty circles half the time, & feel like they've been run through a pasta maker. I got a great writing app for 99 cents on sale from $5, so hopefully the steampunk cogs & writing app will help in my writing pursuits...









The flag of swelling ;)

- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

Location:Word processor app

Scarily happy

Original pics? Happy. After app? A bit scary :)






- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

Location:Bed

Cold weather new hair

It FINALLY got chilly last night...which I love & my body hates. To keep warm & fight boredom (between watching scary movies) I cut my hair again. I loved pulling out my fav snowflake slipper socks & cardi-coat!









- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

Location:Bed

The Walking Dead!

Here is one of my faces watching the premiere of The Walking Dead...



- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

Location:Tv

Pain on delay

Fibromyalgia always amazes me in that pain can be delayed days later. This trip Tuesday & a long, painful, be still on a hard MRI booth had me in such pain & back spasms today.






- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

Location:Home

Little things

There are many days when a small gesture makes my day. Thanks mom








Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

Location:Home

Help

I'm back to the point of how can I live through this pain anymore? Hour after hour & the pain only gets worse








Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

Location:Bed

If I was a real girl

If I was a real girl, I would wear cool things like this. I wouldn't gain/lose weight at whim because of medication trial & error. Even if I wasn't totally well, I could wear things other than safe shoes.


- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

Location:Closet

Into dust & Legos

Been a terribly rough day. I feel like I'm a prop up picture of my old self, & don't know if I'll ever get back to half of who I was. This is how I see myself-in the brightly colored legos of my past












My toy moon









Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

Location:Home

Thanks Steve

I was deeply saddened to hear that a man I'd never met, but had been in my home & in my darkest hours with me, died yesterday. Only 55. The Apple products have saved me literally & figuratively more times than I can count. My iPod was my 1st product, & it kept the crazy madness of my main dr's waiting room tolerable. I could close my eyes & zone out everything & cry, bury into myself, & just ignore all the things that hurt as long as I needed to...



My iPod reflecting the glass light fixtures in the waiting room



Home recovering after spinal shots



My 1st meeting with my new nephew ;)



Being 'there' when my nephew was dedicated...my dear friend Dave sent me pics that I could blow up on the iPad & feel connected. Every night I gaze at the stars inside through my iPad & the Star Walk app, watch movies through it & Netflix, & use the apps to change my pictures into what I want to say for that day, then blog the pics as a day in the life thing. When morphine & tears don't help, having these magic machines allow me to see a concert, listen to music of hurt souls, & travel into space, & connect with the outside world through Skype. I'm so blessed to have these necessary distractions, & be motivated by a man who didn't graduate college but changed the face of technology.

- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

Location:Home