I’m still looking for a food scale, but meh. I am also planning to registering a PO box, but I first need to figure out a second form of identification… my driver’s license, the first piece of identification, still has my Wills Point address (ugh), and I lack bills that get sent to the house… so maybe I can find my Voter Registration card?
The way I have been feeling lately is similar to that of when I almost drowned during the Tidal Wave event that happened several times throughout the day and at least twice during the same hour in the Texas-shaped wave pool at Six Flags Fiesta Texas.
Before I knew it, my ring float was somehow attached to me by only my hand, and I… I was bobbing on the surface, trying to stay up.
Before I blogged, I’d save tidbits of my life in shoe boxes. I’d fill them until they wouldn’t fit anything else. They were mine, and no one messed with them. I could easily hide them under my bed or in my closet, and no one would know they were there.
I wrote things as a child that upset my mother, and when I was at school, she’d tear up my room to see what I’d written all the time.