#A half baked life series#

Packet A tastes of salt and stale milk, and a glance at the ingredients reveals it contains 'mystery dairy seasoning'. Surfaces, I do enough of that in my day job.Following their horribly named ' Do us a flavour' marketing campaign of a couple of years ago, Walkers have just announced a new irritating gimmick - what's that flavour? - introducing three 'mystery' crisp flavours for the public to identify. Not be receptive and I donвЂ™t particularly enjoy banging my head against hard

I knew my lovely daughter will probably would Call me lazy, I prefer to think of it as realistic. Potty training has long loomed in the forefront of my mindДЄs something I just didnвЂ™t want to do. The worst moments can be the greatest gifts in the end. Life is terrible, and wonderful, and odd, and funny. They allВ fill me up with love and joy and laughter and bring lightness to the darkest and most damaged corners of my heart. It lets me know how fragile and precious this life is. I feel that the depth of the sorrow that I have felt is what allows me to know how much I love her, my husband, my family, my might as well be family friends. Luckily my daughter my adorable, happy, rainbow of a daughter-has the capability to fill that canyon to overflowing by just being her. I am the freaking grand canyon of sorrow- that is how deeply I have been carved.В I amВ a throbbing dry socket waiting for gauze. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.вЂќ Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives? When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. вЂњThe deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. One of my favorite quotes is by Khalil Gibran: My poor abused heart looks like FrankensteinвЂ™s monster at this point, stitched back together, resuscitated over and over.

When my friend died in a car accident it broke all over again, along old fault lines.

#A half baked life series#

It was slowly squeezed to death when I lost both my aunt and my grandmother to cancer over a series of months. My heart just shattered when my father died from a heart attack without warning. My father passed away seven years ago, my aunt passed away five years ago, my grandmother passed away two years ago, one of our best friends passed away almost 18 months ago. The pain died down then disappeared due to this simple piece of gauze. It made me faintly nauseous, as anything with a strong clove scent tends to do since I spent days distilling cloves down to oil in organic chemistry and just got positively overloaded on the scent, but it worked. It was an endless throbbing pain that didnвЂ™t even begin to recede until I got it packed with clove oil soaked gauze during a emergency appointment at the oral surgeon. In case you still have all your wisdom teeth (or never got them at all) a dry socket is when the blood clot that develops after surgery falls out and exposes the freshly cut upon tissue and the raw nerve left bare to the air. It was relatively painless until I developed a dry socket. I had my wisdom teeth pulled out in college.