One year (to the day) later...☀️☀️

New state. New home. New life.
Same girl trying to make it through with the plant (she refused to leave behind) that makes her think of sunshine.

🌻I just grow sunshine in the backyard.🌻🌻And other ramblings.

Life is hectic. And crazy. And exasperating. And expensive. And hard. And overwhelming.

Life is beautiful. And fun. And full. And happy. And wild. And exquisite.

And we're all just along for the ride and hoping for the best. I've never wanted a big life. There's nothing in my personality that screams boss bitch in a Mcmansion with fourteen spoiled children. Never wanted it.

What I have always wanted was a small life. A happy life... stability. And to spend it with someone who chooses me first... every single time... no hesitation.

I found my person... and I'm so lucky and grateful for it.

Our life... while chaotic and hard at times... is ours and we're trying our best. Neither of us have ever wanted big. We've just wanted safe... and ours... and each other.

BUT... if y'all got a spare fairy godmother out there floating around, we'll take one of those too. You know what they say... manifestation and shit.

This weekend was... different. Any weekend I get to spend all the time with my hubby is amazing... but this weekend was weird for us. I don't know why. Probably because we had company on Saturday and then it stormed all day. And then Sunday morning the power company blew our transponder and we didn't have power for seven hours.

So... we did a load of clothes at Bonehead's and hung out. But Dev was sick... so home we went... to dead ass quiet. There was also an oil change in there for Trudy. And our pups went to Bonehead's with us and hung out with the babies... Sparkles loves heights...Steve doesn't do down the stairs. It was hilarious and adorable.

On the plus side? Dev got his tray, fake skin, and new ink. And I got a Tymo. Could we afford it? Probably not. Am I waiting for a miracle to pull us out of this funk and set us into my fantasy? Perhaps. #wishfulthinking

My cup plant though? Thriving and wreaking havoc. I think it might be a bit roid-raged out on motor oil... TBD.

The happenings of the Glisson household.

How are we already six months into 2023? Things have been crazy and weird and lovely and insane.

We've been painting our house black and while we were on a role for awhile, it has essentially died off for a minute. Don't get me wrong, we still plan on completing it all, its just going to take longer than we originally anticipated. Then again, doesn't it always?

The pups are still spoiled rotten and as cute as they've ever been. Xur is still the protective middle child, Sparkles is forever playing the part of youngest child, and our little tiny Tayderbug is still the King of the Court with his oldest brother status. I love our babies and it would be a lie to say their presence didn't bring me extreme amounts of comfort.

Dev's been off work so far this year so we can get his health in check. Its almost like a snowball effect. It started with his heart and progressed to his teeth and now we're somewhere in between waiting to hear back from doctors and trying to pay medical bills as they come in. I just want him healthy and to feel good. The way I look at it, as long as we can get him happy, healthy and safe, we can catch up on the rest. That's what life's for... right? Right.

My poor husband. When we relax at night, we usually lay in the bed and watch tv, talk, or scroll on our phones. Sometimes a combo of all because we're multitaskers like that. However, I have this real bad habit of falling asleep while watching true crime documentaries and I think he may be scarred now. I mean, he's watching this crazy and then looking sideways at his wife passed out cold? Its funny to me, probably a little insane to him.

Travis and Macey (aka Mavis) are having a baby and we've been spending alot of time together. I would essentially say that those two are not only our family, but have also become our best friends (aside from one another of course). We cook together, laugh together, hang out and have a grand ole time. It's strange to have another couple that we can hang out with and either spend time all together as four or sectioned off. We've never had a "couple" friend like this and the fact that its family we love makes it all the much better.

Dev's got the yard looking incredible. It's been a long process, but everything is looking real good. And just in time for Summer? Whhhaaaaaa. We've decided that we want to have a bajillion plants (ok, I decided and my husband was 1000% on board). Seriously, I'm in this weird stage of life where plants are making me happy for some unknown and ridiculous reason and instead of fighting it, I have decided to embrace it fully. Along with Seth Green Bonsai, we've also started out propagating garlic and some other herb (I can't recall which it is because D started it, but its doing good!). Oh, and my mint is spreading and taking over EVERYWHERE. I love it. The irises and lilies look good this time around as well. I talked to my Aunt Mary and she let me know when we're ready for more plants to let her know and I could come out to her house and have a field day with her flowers/plants. I kind of want to go pick out a bunch of stuff in the next few weekends!

Along with that, I really want to delve into this plant thing and learn and grow (pun intended).

We've picked up a new recipe for chuck roast that is essentially our new go to favorite. We made it twice in one week just so we could have French-dip sandwiches. I'm pretty sure this roast would be delicious about fifteen thousand ways, but I had a new idea the other night for "Holler Pie" and D is so onboard. TBD on when that's happening (maybe when D has his teeth surgery and has to eat softer foods).

Oh, and D blew up our microwave. It's not really relevant but made me laugh the night it happened so I thought it was worth mentioning. Aunt Mary had given us some homemade zucchini bread and after eating a bit I wrapped it up and stuck it in the microwave. D didn't see it when we tried to heat up the au jus and well... the bread was in foil. Now our microwave only works in twenty second increments and then shuts off the power for that side of the kitchen. Looks like we're using all our other appliances for warm food for awhile.

So yeah, that's where this Glisson household is six months into this year. Trying and doing and laughing and crying and loving and living and essentially, trying to live an all around peaceful and comforting life together with our babies and each other.

My anxiety and ADHD are coexisting and causing chaos.

Please ignore the amount of crap behind me. That is all the stuff I use for crafting (ie: spray painting anything I can get my grubby little paws on) and yes, a fair amount of trash. Mostly cardboard, because we forgot to pull trash out for one week and somehow that broke down to having six weeks worth of it? I'm not sure, the math doesn't add up to me either.

Instead, focus on the behemoth that I'm holding in my hand.... in other words, our mint plant. Well, one of many. Pretty impressive, right?

NO?!!?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO?!!?!

FINE. It was a nice little distraction though, right? The truth is, things have been a little chaotic lately. Not necessarily in my everyday life (except my little Tayder buddy hasn't got as much spring in his step as he used to and I'm worried about him constantly), but with everything going on in D's family right now. We're driving down to GA on Thursday for his Gma's funeral (that's on Friday morning) and that's not even a chip off the salt block. Honestly, I can't even go into the rest of it.

Because it's hard and sad and frustrating and about a million other conflicting emotions.

Instead, I have been doing any and all that I can to distract myself and keep my husband sane. That's the healthy way to deal with things, right? Truth be told, I'm still new to this whole accepting that I'm a human being that has feelings and that's perfectly ok thing. It's been a learning curve and to say that I struggle with my mental health every day would be an understatement.

Things can be going well or bad and the state of my mental health is always up for debate. At least, in my own head it is. And I don't mean I feel "crazy" or "sick" or something. I'm simply saying, I learn more things about myself every single day and it's a constant battle to keep up.

So, sometimes my house or yard looks like the inside of my head feels and you know what I've learned from that? It's ok. It really is. If I feel better painting my hubby's bike with him then I do folding six loads of laundry, then guess what's happening?

And if we're all just getting down to the real nitty gritty here? Whatever we do or how we live or choose to spend our time is our own fucking business. No one else's. So yeah, there's a million things happening and it feels like it's all piling up, but that's why we have each other. We'll find a way.... together.

But seriously, THAT MINT PLANT THOUGH.

I'm trying to have houseplants (they're supposed to help) and I have four.

On my quest for being one of those people that actually has some houseplants, Aunt Susi was sweet enough to bring me a couple of baby spider plants to add to my little collection. ❤️🌿❤️🌿 

I officially have four plants to care for now (two from Aunt Susi + two from our Company Christmas Party a few weeks ago), and I'm trying like hell to keep them alive and well. 

The first two I got were the little trees that Dani had gotten for our Company Christmas Party this year and I ended up taking them home (we give out all decorations at the end of the party every year) and I switched them from the "holiday" pots that they came in to regular pots.

Speaking of Dani.... I guess technically I have five plants if you count the succulus that she had given me months ago (I believe it was around May?). Even though, I don't know what I have done to it and it is more like just a greenish stick at this point?

I'm not sure why I decided that I wanted to start having a couple of plants, because as most people know, I have a black thumb and hate doing yard work.... but, I decided that if they were something I cared for in the house, that I would be ok with it. 

I heard somewhere (or maybe I read it) that having houseplants can be therapeutic? And while I don't know if that's true or not, I figured it was worth a shot. Dogs + houseplants seems like something that would help with your depression and anxiety, right? Hell, maybe not. Maybe I'm just crazy and trying to grab onto anything I can to stay afloat, but it certainly can't make it any worse, so I'm going to give it a try.