over my shoulder

did you know?

that i got to meet this special lady?

she really is the best.

it makes her all bashful whenever you tell her this
(which only proves my point further)

long story short, she came to visit me during my stay at The Center for Change.

and change at the center, I did.


i think about this experience often.

one, because stephanie is now my best friend... (BESIDES YOU BECCA, CALM DOWN)

and two, it was a pivotal point in my recovery.

i wish I could share more, but i feel i couldn't do the experience(or her) any justice.


she inspired me to keep fighting.

so keep fighting i shall.

thank you.

rehab is the new black

i woke up this morning with some realizations.
my little sister is getting married.
i am happier than i have been in a really long time.
to celebrate, after the wedding I am going to return some stuff to target.

i miss normal life,
but i am totally healing.

its pretty cool.

a guest post mostly about target

guest blogger becca jones here. don't know who i am? here, i will demonstrate that i am, in fact, friends with the one and only sibby lou.

cute, no?

you see, i have been asked to blog on libby's behalf. let me fill you in on the latest intrigues of libby's life. i believe they mostly revolve around target.

one of my favorite things about libby is our shared, intense passion for target. libby frequents the facility as a refuge in the barrage of life. the makeup, the clothes, the jewelry (oh, the jewelry). how could you not find peace and harmony in such a place?

but here's the great thing about it that she may not admit if she were the one writing this post: libby returns 80 percent of everything she purchases at target. not an exaggeration. a typical phone call with libby will go like this.

me: hey, i think i need a target trip. you interested?

sibs: absolutely. i had a terrible day. i have a shirt i need to return there anyway.

me: again? which one?

sibs: oh, it's just a shirt.

me: is it the same shirt we bought last time we went to target together?

sibs: ... no, i think i bought it after that.

me: didn't you return a shirt last time we went to target?

sibs: yeah, but this is a different one.

me: do you keep anything you buy at target?

sibs: what kind of question is that?

me: one you didn't answer.

sibs: ...

or something like that. so tonight we went to target, but i think libby will actually keep everything we bought for her. electric razor, makeup bag, slippers, bathrobe, headbands, modest unmentionables, etc. i am pretty certain she will be keeping it because they are all things she is going to need for the next four months.

you see, libby will need these items during her upcoming stay at a clinic for her struggles with bulimia (as previously documented in this blog). she checks in on tuesday, and i will miss her greatly. but i am so incredibly proud of her.

so, if you are willing, join me in wishing luck and sending love her way. libby, you are going to be great. and i know that the people working the returns desk at target anxiously await your return.

absent...

synonyms:

away
empty
gone
lacking
missing
out
astray
elsewhere
ghost
removed

me.
in a nutshell.
help?

the talking meatball was spared

i feel like lately my blog has been more
pocketful of angst than little ray of sunshine.

probably because of incidents such as this one:

my brother was home from school for a few days
and my mom made crepes for breakfast.
i stopped home to pick something up
and ate half of one on my way out the door.

my brother was greatly displeased by this apparently
because i got home a little bit ago and
the remaining half was smashed into my pillow.

i'm probably going to take a blogging hiatus
until things get a little more sunshiney.

sitting alone in the house house-sitting

and i stumbled upon this headline...

Katy Perry Puckering Up With Josh Groban?

WHAT THE.... ?! (cough) I mean, whatever makes him happy.

i had a bad day today.
but it had almost nothing to do with this recent finding.