Quite frequently I have no energy. But me and my husband need to eat. So premade it is. When I do have energy? I’ll cook, bake, from scratch! And if I have a lot off energy, maybe I’ll premake something and freeze it, like ravioli or a lasagna.
Quite frequently I have no energy. But me and my husband need to eat. So premade it is. When I do have energy? I’ll cook, bake, from scratch! And if I have a lot off energy, maybe I’ll premake something and freeze it, like ravioli or a lasagna.
Making so an ‘adult disabled since childhood’ can get married to someone who isn’t also an ‘adult disabled since childhood’ without losing all their benefits and ssdi stuff would be nice.
There’s all that other stuff, but that’s important to me.
Maybe also up ssdi amounts. And make Medicare not suck ass.
I would die of sleep deprivation or maybe heat stroke so thanks but can’t!
Yeah. We were less lucky ages and ages ago when we all got sick with…the flu? Pneumonia? Something near the holidays. That sucked horribly.
Most recently because my memory is bad? Had some ramen with leftover brisket. I had been eating it for a bit, but the brisket had just past the point of no return.
Luckily I was the only one to eat that, so me and the single toilet were not disturbed.
Yes, which is why they are absolute hell for my brain.
My autism manifests heavily on the side of hating certain feelings and very much hating anything tight on me. Anywhere. Makes it difficult to wear anything. Especially bras. Which is very bad as it’s very obvious I am not wearing one.
So instead of trying to find one that works I just have up caring.
Still trying to find comfortable clothes but if I find that, I care little how it looks. Usually. Until the anxiety manages to come screaming in.
Anyone who shows up at my door gets candy
As no one has this year, or the last several years
Hobbies that are creative for me are cooking/baking/canning. Which reminds me, I need to get apples for apple butter.
I am fairly certain there are no trees on the property anymore. I don’t know what they had against trees, but they tore out everything!
Weeping willow trees. We had one at my childhood home. When it was sold, the new owners tore it out. I was very sad.
The ada is amazing. My husband grew up just as it was being put into place and remembers the protests (to get it, not against it). Without it, things are much more difficult. I know there will be handicapped parking, and cutins on sidewalks and bathrooms and stuff wherever we go without having to look it up.
There’s a glass of lemonade somewhere in the gulf of space at the end of where I am laying down, then there’s my husband, and then there is a glass of lemonade.
Golden Sun!
Then I’d use it for boring things only, which would make the gift givers annoyed as those aren’t a gift. If they wanted to help me with that stuff, they do pay cash. Which is why they give gift cards, so I’ll treat myself.
Since I worked at a small store in the 90s, never really sold individual cards for all that much (or even had expensive ones) but large orders that were over 100? A few a day. A lot near the holidays, board games are expensive and the go to gift.
I like gift cards. A lot of the stuff I want to buy I know what I want but family would not. So they buy a gift cards to the place I want to buy stuff, I buy the correct stuff, and show off what I got. So they give me like Penzeys gift cards, and I get the cinnamon I need! Or other spices.
I’m alone so infrequently I usually enjoy it. But I have anxiety so if I’m having a panic attack, all worries are on the table and mostly center around “but what if my husband or sister just never come back???”
I do not write for Eric Andre, but it sounds fun.
I am recounting an event that happened when Star Wars Galaxies was around.
A friends of mine comes to me and we start talking about Star Wars Galaxies. She tells me about her friend who plays, and the character he has who is a non combatant because I ask if I could be a chef or any other non combatant role. She says I can, using her friend as an example. She gives me the gift of a spork. Because we’re teenage girls and it’s random times.
I then explain I wouldn’t mind if the game is grindy or slow because my tolerance for that as a teenager was very high. But my ability to play the game at the time is hampered by my lack of money so I can’t pay the monthly fees. Or buy the game. Because I’m a kid.
A few minutes. No minutes today, or most years here. I’m in a solidly blue state though.