ok, guys. i'm going in!

[liminal_space]

+ mister husband says he may have found a way to pay for a LJ account without having to give any real personal information. if it works, i'll let you know how he did it so you can too — if you want. 

+ i'm TRYING to be all self-carey, but it's not working at all. AT. ALL. instead of trying to just let the bare minimum be enough, i'm making bread, apple butter, apple sauce, apple apple apple apple THEN i have to prep for tomato, tomato, tomato, tomato. lord jesus, help a girl. 

i wantted many hours to plop my butt on the couch and switch between watching "dragula" (i want the boulet brothers to adopt me, do my makeup, put wigs on me, and lead me around on a little gold chain and tell everyone i'm the distant cousin they keep in the attic) and reading. 

did i get this? nope. 

i did, however, get two whole pints of apple butter. TWO. after the amount of work i put in and the number of hours that had to cook down, i'm a little irritated, but lessons have been learned, so i should get more the next go around. i'm also going to get HALF pint jars....unless i have some stashed somewhere. what pisses me off more than anything is that i couldn't find any wide mouth jars, so had to buy regular ones. 

now, i'm not matchy matchy and my brain does not approve. 

+ speaking of brains and such, my first meeting with my new therapist went really well, all things considered. before picking her, i had to do a two hour intake with a different psychologist so i could choose from a pool of therapists/psychologists that could best fit my needs. during the intake, the psychologist asked if i had been tested for adhd and/or ASD. when i answered no, she said that i could if i wanted to because there are indicators blah blah blah. 

new therapist said the same thing. blah blah blah. 

don't pigeon hole me, people! =D 

i do like new lady....i picked her specifically because her name is barb. =D (if you don't know, i have an alter ego cowgirl who, after taking a shot of fireball whiskey, is NOT afraid of getting on naughty horses. or getting in bar fights. 

you can trust barb to be your ride or die. 

+ the weather is positively amazing today, so i'm going to have to carve out time to go play. a ride/handwalk is going to happen and i wish i could figure out how to get a long kayak paddle in. alas, only so many hours of the day, and most of those are filled with omfg apples. 

speak of which, i must go stir and peel and find cans. UGH. :)