Compulsive hoarding is a mental disorder that is just beginning to be understood. As a hoarder, I have acquired things over the years with a specific purpose in mind at the time of the acquisition, used some of those items for their intended purposes, forgotten the goal for different objects, but now that I find that they have outlived their purpose in my life I am struggling to rid myself of those same things.

You can read the start of my journey here.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Do you believe in the Easter Bunny?

Mom went in for a procedure today on her heart. It absolutely killed me, because I couldn't make it up to be there, and I've been a nervous wreck all day. Thankfully, the procedure worked so well that Mom is doing amazing tonight, and there is much relief and much rejoicing. 

But today has been rough on me. Heck, the last several weeks have been rough, but the last 2 days has been particularly difficult. Unfortunately, my regular anxiety medicine hasn't been enough to deal with all that is going on internally, and I've had to resort to taking Xanax from time to time. I could probably take a whole one and just be done with the anxiety for awhile, but they tend to knock me out pretty well, so I only take a half. I need to be completely aware of all that is going on with Hopper and Scooter, and if a half a tablet takes a bit of the edge off but keeps me awake and aware, I'll stick with that. 

Anyway, I was texting back and forth with Bugster about how Mom was doing when I decided to check out the microphone function on the text messaging. I said, " I really like this. Right now I am writing a text by talking it." into the phone. It came out like this, "I really like this but right now I am writing a text by talking with it." I figured it was pretty close, so I left it alone.

Bugster asked me, if I was playing with it, because I was lonely. I said, "No. I'm just waiting for the Xanax to kick in."

The phone, in all it's infinite wisdom came up with, "No. I'm just waiting for the Xanax chicken."

I'm thinking that the Xanax Chicken must be related to the Easter Bunny on some level. 

I believe!


  1. I don't believe in the Easter Bunny, but I believe with ALL MY HEART in the Xanax Chicken.

    And the Prozac Pony.

  2. The Easter Bunnie is real. I know cuz I saw his fingerprints on our black piano one year when I was a kid!
    And yes,...Xanax is the breakfast of champions.

  3. The Xanax Chicken! Love it! Glad your mom did well

  4. The Xanax Chicken has a nice ring to it! :) I'm glad your mother got through her surgery well.

  5. Glad your mom is on the mend. The above comments made me smile.
    Xanax is my friend too! ;0)

  6. Oh I can't STAND when Siri gets the texts wrong!!!
    But this literally had me LOLing!!! If you could post the recipie for Xanax chicken, you would be everyone's hero ;)
    Happy your mom's procedure went well!!

  7. What do I have to do to get a visit from the xanax chicken? I've been a very good girl.


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