Saturday, April 12, 2014

This is Me.



Two years, 24 months,104 weeks, 730 days.... I lived like a gypsy out of my 96 Oldsmobile Cutlass Sierra and then my 2001 Ford Focus ZX3. I had all of my clothes in the trunk, I bounced from house to house, girlfriend to girlfriend. I spent nights sleeping in parking lots, and took naps at Ft. Fisher during the day. I managed to make enough money to fuel my habits (we won't get into that right now.) Little did I know, I just wanted to find home. In November 2013, I started dating Mandy. She somehow managed to stop me in my tracks and she eventually made me fall in love with her. My head was full of doubt, I'm barely 21 and she is 38. I am healthy, she has Multiple Sclerosis. I like folk music, she is a DJ. I am patient, she is challenging. I didn't want to settle down, I wanted to live out of my car and smoke weed all day. I didn't think I wanted love. My idea of love was getting drunk, having sex, and completely forgetting everything I did the night before... Not now. I am now on a road full of promise.


Why am I writing a blog?
I want to document my road full of promise, my housewife-ing, and my journey to a healthy happy life. 

Mandy has Multiple Sclerosis, which is a neurological disorder/autoimmune disease.
Multiple sclerosis (MS) is a potentially debilitating disease in which your body's immune system eats away at the protective sheath that covers your nerves. This interferes with the communication between your brain & the rest of your body. Ultimately, this may result in deterioration of the nerves themselves, a process that's not reversible. Since Mandy’s diagnosis' has progressed, especially in the last year, she eventually had to listen to the advice of her doctor, and New Hanover Regional Medical Center and apply for long term benefits..... 



What will this blog be about? 
Our journey to a natural, organic, gluten free lifestyle on a budget, our adventures in cooking, yoga, natural living, and our daily struggles.

Enjoy! :)

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Sporadic

Sporadic;
Occurring at irregular intervals or only in a few places; scattered or isolated.


Scattered Certainty. 

An isolated sea of concrete truths
directed by a spiraling soulless gust.
Trees turn whimpering in-between an
involuntary reality. Deception is the key for scattered certainty.