I was born in Indiana.
I was born a Hoosier.

But today I am sad to say I am from Indiana.

Today I said I didn’t want to ever move back to Indiana if Governor Pence approved SB 101.

It is called the discrimination law. It gives business owners the right to discriminate due to their religious beliefs.

It is mainly targeted towards the LGBT community.

But I can actually be discriminated against.
No I am not gay but I am a supporter of the LGBT community.
But I’m also half Asian and I’m a Jew.

I could walk into a business in Indiana and be refused service if this bill gets approved.

Why would I want to live in a state that allows discrimination. I thought we’ve come so far.

Today I told my husband that I won’t be moving back to Indiana ever if this bills is approved by Governor Pence, who happily supports this bill.

Don’t get me wrong I’m for religious freedom. But I’m also against discrimination.

Please Governor Pence don’t allow discrimination into Indiana.

Yesterday I was coughing really hard. People would back away.

Hey I don’t blame you. You don’t want to get sick. Neither do I.

But hey I’m not sick. I have allergies.

When I went to visit my sister I was exposed to pollen. And my sinuses weren’t happy.

Sinus pressure, sinus headache, runny nose, ear pressure, and a cough. The cough is due to nasal drainage irritating my throat.

I’m not coughing because I’m sick. I’m coughing because I have allergies.

Just because someone coughs doesn’t mean they are sick. In fact someone yesterday when I started coughing backed away. And I said sorry allergies.

I went to the doctor and got put on more allergy medicines. On top of the allergy medicines I’m already on. And the doctor said no more going to the East Coast lol.

I’m feeling better today. I still have a small cough. My nose is still runny. But I sound better.

And hey at least I’m not sick.

Recently I went to Savannah and visited my sisters.

My eldest sister wanted her formal wedding photos done so I traveled to Savannah as well as our other sister.

Savannah is known as the city that walks on her dead. My eldest sister told me stories of the haunting of several Savannah palaces.

Above is the old Chandler Hospital which now holds the Savannah Law School. It is said that it is haunted. In the right photo according to what is said a nurse with a blonde bun and no face will appear. I have walked by the window several times and nothing.

So I went on to Colonial Park Cemetery. I mean it is considered one of the most haunted cemeteries. It wasn’t a far walk from where I was staying. And I had seen videos of proof of ghosts. I held hope.

I walked around the various places in the cemetery where I had seen ghosts in videos. And nothing.

I did walk on a lot of dead. You see in Savannah a lot of the property, including streets, are laid upon the dead. Like Button, his monument is above, is buried under a parking spot. There were some graves that were knocked over or altered, said to be done by bored Civil War soldiers.

I had fun in Savannah and thought I would share my ghost hunting experience with you. Which I didn’t find any. And I’ve been joking Savannah has me not believing in ghosts.

Have you seen ghosts in Savannah?

I’m leaving soon to go visit my sisters.

I suffer from early packer syndrome okay might not be a syndrome, but it should be. I started setting aside stuff to pack a few weeks before my leave date and started packing last week.

This morning I thought I was all set.
And then one of my sisters asked if I had purple or silver nail polish.

Is that a trick question? Yes I bite my nails. But when I try to stop I buy new nail polish. Call it bribing myself. Oh I’m trying to stop again.

I think ‘take a photo and have her choose which purple’. I only have 2 silver and the one pictured is the best of the silver lol. Then I realized my error and PACK ALL THE PURPLE POLISH.

This lead to repacking…

All in all I repacked this day 3 times. Because the last time I forgot my flip flops.

Which may or may not have led to this…

Me throwing this shawl I made over my head and snapping a photo of it. Of course repacking it.

On the good news I get to be reunited with my sisters again.

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You know the song my REM “It’s the End of the World as We Know it (and I feel fine)”?

After I started experiencing my PTSD symptoms it felt as though it was the end of the world as I knew it. And I felt anything but fine.

The hardest part for me was being told to “let it go”.

Trust me if I could have, I would have.

PTSD isn’t something I can control. I can’t tell the flashbacks and nightmares “hey there I let it go, you can stop now”.

I honestly wish when this first all started happening and I was in tears crying sobbing cause I didn’t think I could take it any more. Asking  when would this all end? When would it stop? That someone had just placed their hand on my shoulder and said “I’m sorry but it won’t. You’ll have to learn to live with it.”

But they stayed quiet. I don’t blame them and I’m not angry with them. Because honestly they didn’t know. PTSD is different for everyone.

I’m learning to live with PTSD. Struggling with it every day. Because it isn’t something I’ve learned. I don’t think I can ever learn it. Not sure if I want to.

I say I struggle, but I happen to live a productive life. I say struggle because out of left field it will hit me. I’ll have a flashback, and it feels so real.

I’ll be walking in the mall and bam a trigger. Those emotions flood back and I will start to tremble. I will avoid things just to feel safe.

“I’m safe” those two (three if you don’t hyphenate) precious words that mean so much.

I’ve been trying to write a blog about what happened. It’s hard. It’s hard to put into words what happened.

On the outside I may look like nothing happened. That’s because it happened on the inside. And the inside is the hardest to fix.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

I decided this year to give my husband Valentine’s Day off.
He’s been working hard.And honestly I know he loves me. So why do I need a day dedicated to love for him to say he loves me. He says he loves me every day.

I don’t need this one day for him to run around buying me a gushy card, stuffed animal, chocolate (wait I take that one back buy me all the chocolate you want), and other overly commercialized Valentine Day stuff you know what I am talking about don’t deny it.

One of my friends is holding a Luv Sux party. You  have to be single to go and bring a bottle of booze. Evidently bring a photo of your ex and burning it in the fire is optional.

Every one has a difference of opinion about what romance/love is.

Well… Happy Valentine’s Day.