Thumbert
The kindly Mr. And Mrs. Hoskins had been being hassled by the local Mouse Pack Gang. After trying every Cheese in the fridge, it seemed it was time to call in This Guy.
He had a known history of bringing in some real Snakes, and for never laying a paw on any Bird. 24 hrs on the job and things had already begun to shape up. The first night on the job he had to rough up one of there members, but the local Tea Towel swooped in to clean him up. The Mouse Pack Gang knew he meant business. Mr. And Mrs. Hoskins thanked him with lavish meals, “all in a cat’s work,” he mewed. But just to be safe, he figured hed stick around a few more days, just to be sure.
His name is, Thumbert *cue heroic music*
Shrimp Tacos
With Cabbage Slaw dressed in Lime Juice, Mango Avocado Salsa, Sriracha Lime Crema, and double Corn Tortillas
Mermaid Mornings
Awoke from heavy slumber believing myself transformed into a mermaid, only to realize i still had two land legs, they were just crushed between two lazy pets..
Unraveling Bolero
The podcast by Radiolab titled Unraveling Bolero, “a story about obsession, creativity, and a strange symmetry between a biologist and a composer that revolves around one famously repetitive piece of music.” They present two randomly connected cases of progressive aphasia, transmodal creativity and the right posterior neocortex. Super interesting stuff.
Anne Adams – Unraveling Bolero
Just another day at work
When your patient compares you and your coworker to Muppet characters..
When your friend knows you need some freakin icecream!
Green Tea Mochi Balls, Tempura Icecream, and Warm Saki.
The Easter Bunny has arrived
Whats for Dinner
She may not have left me her wedding dress to one day get married in, and She may not have taught me how to put my own makeup on, but by god, my Mother taught me how to make my Spaghetti Sauce with love!
Beer Float
I love my place!
I’m Tired
For Lunch
Chicken and Pineapple Fried Rice
When they know you…
…they know what you need…
My Letter
I used to think that the work we did throughout our lives somehow mattered. That hard work brought high reward. Maybe that was how it was 30 years ago. Or maybe it was just a misperception. I wanted to believe that I would one day look back on the hard decade behind me and appreciate all the hard work I put in. All the struggles and the tears and the sheer pain of it all. That here I am, at the top of this mountain, and now I can see everything, and the answers would become obvious.
I have always been the sort of person to accept the world as it comes to me. I’ve never gone out and sought it for myself. But right now, I am being given a choice. Tomorrow, I must choose a path. And neither path is easy. If I choose to sign this paper I’ve been given, I am relinquishing all rights I have to defend myself, I am relinquishing the freedom I have as an adult, and I am relinquishing my own sense of self worth. And if I don’t sign it, I am likely going to lose my license. Because the world is black and white. There is no place here for my creativity. I made a mistake, and I’m going to pay for it. And when I lose my license because I cared, and I was strong, and I fought for myself, possibly for the first time ever, my heart will break. Break with a pain I’ve never known, because I’ve only just now found a place I fully belong.
So don’t be surprised when the day comes I don’t show up. Know that it’s not because I was bad at my job, or that I hurt anyone, or that I caused real damage. Know that it’s because I wouldn’t allow them to choose the life I was to live. Know that I’ve reached the top and I can see everything. Deep in my heart I know exactly who the fuck I am, and I am going to live the life I choose.
Weird Wednesday
Who knew just an average Wednesday in the Psych unit could be so exciting. Visits from Homeland Security, lost passports, elopements, trips to the Airport while on the clock, missing tickets, abandonment! …and we still managed to fit two assisted showers in!
The stories I could tell…
Ma Vie en Rose 