Silly Kitties.

Yesterday my brother and I both came home from work late. Our American cat was sitting by his foodbowl, waiting to be fed, crying the whole time. Meow meow meow meow. But our Israeli cat, she was like “#%& u!”. She knocked over the dry food and fed herself! She’s a survivor. I swept the kibbles into one pile, offered it to the American cat, and then he ate, too. He cleaned up the floor just like a dog would. Problem solved. Please share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click (more…)

Chiropractic with Dr. Marité.

It annoys me that Chiropractic can end in an “-ic” but still be a noun, yet that is the case. I am one month behind in writing posts about the chiropractor, so I am skipping ahead to write about the visit I had today. I like Doctor Marité because she is an intuitive like me. Our vibrations run very similar and she can easily find my sore spots and subluxations without being told by me where they are. However, I am impatient and I would sometimes like to tell her, “Please go here, now!” Doctor Marité starts by taking my left (more…)

And the Secret to Recovery from Narcissistic Abuse is… Chiropractic Adjustment.

Let’s look back at how I was feeling: 13July2015. I haven’t been writing this week because I’ve been in a deep, dark funk. I don’t want to be here anymore. I want to stop existing. This is not the same as having suicidal thoughts, although I would step over a cliff if I could do it without being seen; but not anything active (versus passive). I was thinking more along the lines of seeing a giant whirlpool open up in the carpet and suck me into non-existence just like some cheesy special effect in a Dr. Who episode. The carpet absorbs me. (more…)

Shavua Tov / Happy Week.

I have a lot of good stuff to blog about! Unfortunately, I let it pile up too high, way too high, and then my perfectionist needs kicked in and I couldn’t write because there were too many posts for me to feel they could be good enough. New strategy… let’s try writing snippets until I can get back into the swing of things. Truly, I am not good with discipline… or self-discipline. (Note to self: Stop criticizing you!) However, if this blog is going to survive, I think I need to post on a schedule of at least once per week. (more…)

Is it Fun or is it Self-Destructive?

Today was payday. (Yeah!!!) Last payday, I gave $800 to my doctors, split 3 ways, so by the end of week one, I didn’t even have lunch money! That was oppressive. It is not a good feeling when the cash runs out. Right? I started feeling trapped on the hamster wheel and that maybe my daily job was pointless. I almost quit. But today was payday (: I went to the mall and spent an allowance on crap I didn’t need, like every other money-hungry, materialistic American. I bought a paper-thin t-shirt for 20 bucks, a StarWars lunchbox, skull earrings, and (more…)