SHUT UP!

SHUT UP!

I cannot handle too many stimuli causing my brain to think. Even if it is something as “simple” as music playing in the background as I am trying to accomplish something semi-important. 
Complete silence is not needed, but a tad bit quieter. I feel awful for asking for this, because I am met with “C’mon, baby. It’s my weekend…”    I understand that this is “HIS” house…but, I live here, too.

I am trying to figure out my finances so I can purchase him a birthday gift that he wants, as opposed to the birthday gift that he is not aware of existing. And it’s either Led Zeppelin or Widespread Panic more often than not.  

 

appreciation


I am so grateful. I’m grateful to be alive after looking death straight in its ugly eye; I’m thankful to be loved by a man who sees me not as “brain damaged;” but the same girl he once crushed on in high school. I am forever indebted to my mother for her unwavering love that she has always showed me (even if we have had one MAJOR disagreement…the results are because of the damage I have sustained to my brain, BUT…anyway). I am appreciative of the PURE love I feel for my puppies, and the way I can sense that they feel the same (if not more).

via Brandy Hunter.