I’m not sure about you, but I love a meal that takes about 5 minutes to prep and smells good all day long. For this reason, I’m unashamedly in love with my crock pot. I could put pretty much any mixture in it, and some how it turns out delicious and moist. Yep, I said moist. It’s deserved in this situation.
Before I share the recipes, I want to share the crock pot I use! I did a lot of research to find one that is the right size and does the right things. Good news! It’s available on Amazon for under $75!
It’s been quite some time since I’ve written and for that, I’m sorry. I’ve been working through a huge growth period in my life – think complete care remodel, then double it. I’ve been so thankful for the time to spend on my journey to discover who I really am, and it’s also taken a lot out of me – emotionally, mentally, and physically. Triple whammy! Speaking of whammies – I’ve been updating the blog too! So, along with the changes to my person, I thought it was time to make some changes to my presence online – I hope you like them! I’ve had some trouble committing to writing and below are four things I’ve used to help build my confidence. I hope you read on.
Let’s talk about the love shack. Not the love shack in the widely popular B-52s song (although it was the inspiration for this post!), but the love shack we all have in our souls.
Our love shack is within. It’s where all of the types of love live within us. The joy, bliss, happy, insane, exploding, sarcastic, quiet, loud, and even angry love (believe me, angry love exists!) So, all these different types of love are dancing and grooving in your love shack at any given moment. It’s just a big ‘ol party in there, with glitter to boot.
This is a new segment I’ll be doing most Fridays. It’ll be short and sweet, which will ensure I stay with it. I’m trying to get better at writing consistently!
This Friday I’m highlighting Korn’s live concert @ Woodstock 1999. I’m a total 90s grunge and metal junkie. It’s what I was raised on and what will forever make me feel grounded. This concert centers me, and the energy from the crowd blows me away.
I feel like there would be a lot of rainbows and glitter. Which, to be honest, would kinda rock my world.
Readers, I think it’s time to get back in the saddle, right? I mean, I’m in a saddle, on my unicorn, why wouldn’t I want to pick it back up? I’m sharing with you with a new found transparency. I’m not here to please anyone or make miracles happen, I just want to share my truth with anyone who is kind enough to hear it. Please, share if you enjoy.
In all seriousness though, if a blog were a unicorn, it’d probably have like a million users, fresh new content with that ‘new car’ scent, and cute little blogger behind the keys clacking away at their next million dollar 500 words post. Perfection.
I find a lot of my motivation through song lyrics. If I connect with them, I kick it.
One of AC/DC’s songs, ‘Spoilin’ For a Fight’, gets me in the mood. In the mood for taking back my life, kicking ass and taking some names. Might even throw a throat punch or two in there.
To be totally transparent. which is something really important to me when I write, I am obese. I would say morbidly obese. Like a lot of other people, I haven’t always been that way. I’m so heavy right now that I can’t stand for very long because my lower back starts hurting so intensely I could cry. I sweat when I wash dishes or do laundry because I’m holding so much extra weight.
As humans, we observe so many things every single day. We see love, hate, kindness, and negativity. I can’t imagine the hit our physical and emotional bodies take because of each one of these things we take in. Both in a positive and negative way.
I’d like to talk about some of the things I see.
I see a puppy who is getting up in age but still loves her belly rubs, playing tug of war, and going for walks. Yes, she gets sore, but she erupts with happiness the moment she sees me or my husband. I want to have more of that happiness in my life. She’s a great reminder that it can happen.
Have you ever had those days where you’re just like “How the hell did I get here?” I had one of those days today. I got so incredibly frustrated with almost everything. The house was a mess, the husband was mad, the dog needed things, and I just wasn’t enough.
After I got all my frustration out and settled down a bit, I was able to assess where I really was. To be honest, I didn’t like what I saw. I was angry, whiny, selfish, and just plain yucky. I’ve come to a point in my life where I need to make some big changes so I don’t stay stuck in the spot I’m in. Because the worst spot in life to be is stuck.
I’m gonna get real here for a minute. Sometimes, I’d rather just sleep. Let’s face it, life is hard, it sucks, and when dealing with my depression and bipolar, it makes sleep a valid option and a necessary evil.
So, there are all the natural good reasons why sleep is excellent for your health. Things like recovery, memory processing, and simply rest. But, personally, I have other reasons why sleep helps me.
To bypass reality – my everyday life is full of reasoning, doubt, worry, and anxiety. It takes a lot of energy to work through all of those feelings. I understand people say don’t worry so much, or don’t doubt – it’s a waste of time. I understand that however, unfortunately, I can’t just turn it off. Instead, I decide to get extra rest.