So my lovely wife bought me a new plush a while back. It was a flutterbat (taken from an episode where fluttershy is changed to flutterbat) and it is GLORIOUS!
Her hair is soft plush and her ears are perfect. It might just be my new favorite plush.
I will say, finding the right plush for you is not an easy one. Because this is a very personal decision to use it as therapy, I would recommend either feeling the plush or getting a couple until you find the right one.
Hug a pony my friends!
And now the conclusion for the previous post.
It was a rough day the other day. I had not prepared myself for the follow up. The following day was a day to remember.
But this time it was in a good way.
I actually enjoyed work for the first time in a while. I was able to make it through the day and not have a bad customer (that in and of itself was a miracle).
My wife is doing much better. She was able to get up and get around the house. Almost back to her old self. We have looked into a plan to get her back into yoga as that has helped before and should do so again. I am crossing my fingers that it all works out.
My daughters have been angels. Now that is common for them to behave good for a few days but this time, there seems to be a deeper connection. My oldest is taking more responsibility and is working things out with her sister.
And no one is talking about hitting the other person.
To encapsulate this whole day, I got one of my last Plushies in for the Build-a-bear My Little Ponies, SPIKE!! I did win the bid on him and he is in great condition.
I find myself in an unusual situation. I am not one for “The sun will come out, Tomorrow!” (too bright and cheerful, bleh) but I did feel I needed the win. While this may not help you all, please share in my win. I spread it around to all.
While I use this blog to help get things out of my system, i have a habit of always trying to help other people to the fault of putting myself at risk. But in this I share, share in the joy of a win. If its yours or mine or someone elses, share joy.
And there is no greater joy than I know of, then hugging a pony.
I hit a rock bottom for me today. This was a low of a low today. Dark could not begin to describe my mood or my whole day.
Today started with me still in pain from not getting my medication due to the pharmacy issues. Me, being foolish, decided not to take my dose before going to bed and woke up in serious pain. I had slept horribly.
Not a great way to start the day.
I had not been in pain like this for weeks, since I started the new meds. I had forgotten how bad it was and I was reminded in the worse way possible. I realize now how bad it was and is and can be.
But I wasn’t the one hurting.
My wife has had a few car accidents in the past. Her family also has a history of spine and neck problems. There are days that it acts up. There are bad nights were she sleeps on it wrong. This was one of the dark days were it was bad. She woke up crying from the pain. She had been up most of the night. The pain was so bad, she had thrown up a few times. Any medication, food, even water she could not keep down. It was a bad moment.
I don’t do well with family being in pain. I can help others and deal with other people, but the moment it is my immediate family, it becomes different. I was not able to help her in this. I still had work and asked her if she wanted me to stay home. She told me no, that she would handle it. I got ready for work and on the way out told my daughters to behave and be good for mama.
I went to work feeling horrible and proceeded to have the same result there. Massive amounts of returns (almost half of that days sales to be exact) the same rude customers and more. I tried to pick myself up, the meds started kicking in, and I was struggling to deal with everything. My wife called me later that evening. She informed me that she had to get out of bed because my girls were tearing up the house, screaming, fighting, and becoming uncontrollable. She asked me to talk to my oldest daughter and calm her down.
I sighed and stepped into my backroom and proceeded to try and calm my daughter down. She is uncontrollable at times and this was one of those times. I have what is called their “getalong shirt” were I make them fit into one of my shirts with arm holes cut out and they have to do everything together.
They hate it, but it teaches them (hopefully) to get along.
She would not listen to me. I tried to talk but she kept interrupting me and would not let me talk. I snapped and told her I would be home in 5 min (I live very close to my store) and that she and her sister was in the biggest trouble they could imagine. I hung up on her, clocked out for lunch at work and drove home.
What awaited me at home was rock bottom.
I came home to a locked door that I could not open. I banged on the door when the key only unlocked the one lock. My oldest answered with the nervous scared look on her face. I told her to go to her room and I would be in there in a moment. I looked around to a disaster of a house and went to check on my wife. She had thrown up again and still couldn’t keep things down and she could not help with the girls. I came out and could not find my youngest daughter. I turned to my oldest and asked where she was. She told me she had told her sister to hid.
I was confused.
Why did you tell her to hide? Where is she? What is going on?
My daughter told me that when I had hung up, she had told her sister to hid so she wouldn’t get in trouble and that way I couldn’t hurt her.
I was dumbfounded and hurt.
Let me be clear, I have never hit, punched, kicked, or maliciously hurt my children in ANY way. There has never been a moment in anger where I have deliberately hurt them. There was no justification that I could think of that would provoke this thought.
I asked her to go get her sister and called them both in the living room. I had one of the hardest conversations in my life. I asked why they thought I would hit them. They told me that they had heard it. I asked where from and they couldn’t tell me. I told them in very clear words that I would never do that. I would protect them and that I loved them and that they could always come to me. I told them that it hurt my feelings that they would think that.
This was a new concept for them. Hurt daddy’s feelings? We talked about that and what would happen as punishment. I took away the TV privileges, the few video games and anything electronic. This was two-fold as I believe even the shows I allowed them to watch and kept an eye on what they were watching, was teaching them bad things. I asked them to get along for mommy’s sake. We spent a few moments crying and talking through things.
I then had to go back to work as I was late getting back. I left them instructions, and checked on the wife and went back to work. The pain that I had been avoiding all day decided to hit me once again, reminding me that, yes it was still there. I finished the day and could not wait to get off.
It was a terrible day.
I needed my pony.
I have a follow up to this post coming soon, I ask that you hold any questions about how we are doing. I have taken a day or two to compose my thoughts on this so I am writing it after the fact.
I want to send out an honest thank you to all my readers on this April’s Fools day! I hope that your day is going well. I just wanted to say we have hit 1000 views so far this year!! I am so happy that you guys take time to read this blog! I want to say THANK YOU!!!!
Here is to the next 1000 and beyond! Here is a hug from a pony!!!!
HUG ALL THE PONIES!!!!!
So, I got some news. Some interesting news. Some crazy, awesome, interesting, I can’t believe its not butter news. I know you want me to share it and I am just typing more of this to get the satisfaction of you reading it and having to wait just a bit longer to find out what it is.
Sadistic? Yes.
I was talking to a friend about an up and coming convention that is happening. If I hadn’t shared this on here before (I don’t believe) I will share it now. I work quite a few anime/fandom conventions. I do Security work, Troubleshooting, Moral staffing and more. Most of it is volunteer work but I enjoy it and help others enjoy their fandoms safely. I have been doing it for almost 8 years now. Crazy.
So I was talking to a friend about my blog and we were talking shop about upcoming events and I also commented on my blog (which he has been know to read and I will say Hi here to him). I also mentioned that I would love to go to a bigger audience and show more love and caring and do more to help people. He made mention that I should do a panel (a 30 min to 2 hour event where people ask questions and get to know you).
I was not sure about it as I put “who would give me a panel?” He told me he would help me.
Now, as of this writing I am still not sure about the idea of doing this but the thought has entered my mind and is rattling around in the brainpan. The thought excites me and scares the daylights out of me. I know I am a good public speaker as I have done it before and I am in a sales job. I am just wondering if this would help people because if it does, I would be remiss to not do this.
I will keep you guys posted if this happens as you are my first audience and you guys are awesome. I think I will get an outline of how it will go and Ill go from there.
Hug a pony my friends. I have NINE to hug now!!!!
So I have been on medication for almost 2 weeks now. I have been without pain from the day I started.
It has felt amazing.
My headaches have not been there. My back is loosening up. I have slept well. This isn’t to say I haven’t had a few side effects but overall, it has gone well.
And of course, today happened.
I have been running low on my medication. I have been meaning to call the doctor and talk to her about as I will run out before I will see her again. I called to get a refill and found out she had not prescribed one.
Ok no big deal.
I call my doctor’s office and ask to see if I could get another refill on it and they readily agreed. They told me they would talk to the doctor, and they would be contacting the pharmacy.
That was yesterday.
Today, I had not heard from the pharmacy. I called the automated line and it kept saying that it had not been filled. Getting anxious, I decided to call the pharmacy. I was not prepared for the quick conversation that followed.
“Yes I am calling about my prescription refill.”
“Name, Date of birth”
I replied with the correct information.
“Ah yes sir. I see that this was a prescription that did not have a refill. The doctor has informed us that this will be the LAST time we will be refilling this prescription. We will not do this again.”
“Excuse me?”
“Your prescription was refill will be done in an hour please come by to pick this up then. Thank you”
*click
I was stunned. I have never had a refill for this before. Heck, I have never had this medicine before.
I felt Ashamed and embarrassed. What had I done to be treated like a drug addict? Why was this said to me? Was my doctor mad at me? Did they think I was abusing my dose?
It was this downward spiral was further pushed down due to me being late on my medication. I had not had a panic attack in a while but this started a mild one for me. The feeling that I was alone and that no one believed that I needed to take my medicine. This is what had kept me from going to the doctor for many years along with the lack of courage to admit I had a problem and the willingness to do something about it.
This did quite a number to that.
I have talked to a few friends of mine and was told by a few that I was treated not only poorly but that this could be major violation. I have calmed down, and taken my meds.
I will be hugging a pony tonight.
This is a Fandom post for me so forgive me if I seem to geek out over this because I really am.
I have been to Build a Bear for their wonderful collection of My Little Ponies. I have posted one picture (without my face being shown) but today I received even more ponies!
I now have a few nine ponies taking up a shelf. For some reason this makes me REALLY happy! I also am waiting on a another I ordered that was discontinued. I am now missing just the new three that were released (Luna, Shining Armor, Cadence) Spike (he is the one on order), and the three cutie mark crusaders though my daughters have 2 of them (Applebloom and Sweetie Bell) and the third one was discontinued and is IMPOSSIBLE to find (Scootaloo). Scootaloo I have only seen on Ebay AU and it was 40+ dollars for the doll and 40+ dollars for shipping. 80 is not in price range. I will have to wait on her.
The other item I got surprised me. Someone, somewhere, somehow got my address and shipped me the following Item.
I have an idea who it was but I am not sure. I am truely touched. Gifts are very special to me and make me feel very happy. No, not because of me getting stuff. Its more of “someone thought of me”
It warms my heart.
Hug a pony my friends. I invite you to join a fandom or a hobby or something that you enjoy and can enjoy with other people. Spread the love my friends.
I have a mini post today as I have completed a very long week at work (yes, in retail our weeks are different from yours as this thing you call the weekend just means we are busier).
As it so happens, like always, life is coming down hard on me and iis making it difficult to post. My wife has been sick and with the incredibly busy week at work, I have not had a chance to get one of the post I have been meaning to get out complete. Fear not though, I will be back and hopefully in greater numbers.
Hug a pony my friends. Here is a picture for your amusement.
I found out today that my pet dog that has been in the family for quite a while passed away today. He was a fantastic companion that was there for me in so many ways.
I got he when I first moved to Georgia for the first time. He and his 3 sisters were left in a box on the side of the road near our property. Pretty common in the country. We all decided to keep one puppy each. The only other option was to euthanize them and after we had just rescued them we couldn’t do that. Besides there was something special about them.
I pick my Tyty out of the bunch because he came up to me out of the box laid down and fell asleep on me. I was still upset with moving away from family and friends that i had known for years and wanted nothing to do with the dogs, but he chose me.
I was touched.
We set about training them and guiding them. Along the way 2 broke out of the pen and ran away. Another broke into a neighbors farm and was shot (wild dogs are a very serious problem where we were so this was not uncommon) but my Tyty was still there.
He ran off a pack of coyotes that had circled the house one night (a very very long night with them howling).
He followed us through the woods on excursions.
He was there when I went off to college.
He was there when I came back.
He was there when I proposed to wife.
He had become a family member and was in our hearts for 14 years.
My sister texted me that he had passed. We are unsure how it happened as he was found near the road. My sister commented on how thos past month he had done so well they let him off the chain to roam around free. He had not gone after any farm animals in a while so they had trusted him. We both thought that him being free was good for his last month.
I promised myself i would not get emotional writing this but i have failed. Tears now run down my face and my jaw is clenched. Ty was my pet, my companion, my friend, and my family.
I’ll miss you boy.
You will be in my heart forever.
Love you Tyty.
Hug a pet and a pony my friends.
Once again its friday and we have fluttershy. But this time she brought some friends.
So once upon a time there was a horrible company that sells stuffed animals and they had a sale on ponies. This horrible company took all my money because of this. I tried to resist but i couldn’t stop myself.
I am not a strong man.
I think i will comfort myself with hugging my ponies….
My Stuffed Little Therapy 