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thewildeflipper · 6 months

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Hey! I'm the wilde flipper! I sell cool stuff on Ebay and share my journey. I will be sharing all sorts of amazing and interesting things like what I find an sell as well as #MS #ebaysales #beardeddragons #humor #autism #animals #pets #mycrazylife

#animals #ms #multiple sclerosis #bearded dragon #pets #ebaystore #mycrazylife #humor #autism

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anooon96 · 1 year

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My 2021 went like this:

Jan-July- focused on myself and my kids getting over some things from the past year

August- had my third baby💜

September- found out my mom was cheating on my step dad👀

October- my sister moved to Colorado

November- made my second turkey (came out fucking bomb!

December- my mom told my step dad she wanted a divorce and discovered tumbler🤣 so now here i am!

More to come stay tuned🤣

#real life #mycrazylife #venting

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nourishinglovebites · 2 years

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Some photos from my Venice Travels. A night out at @airealihotel for a 6 course meal at Alle Corone #allecorone #michelinrestaurant #michelinstar ✨ Latest YouTube video here: 🎥 https://youtu.be/UIkFnsgpJj4 #venice #travelblogger #travel #bestrestaurants #gourmetfood #traveleurope #experiences #yolo #mycrazylife #traveladventures #mylifestory #explant #mindbodyspirit #italy #veniceitaly #iloveitaly #changeyourlife #lifestyler #lifehacking #adventuretravel #liveyourpassion #mindsetcoach #mindfulness #thepowerofdreams (at Venice, Itally) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiflK95sPWT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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etzali-psycho · 3 years

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“𝔖𝔦𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔢 𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔲𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰 𝔢𝔩 𝔯𝔲𝔤𝔦𝔡𝔬 𝔡𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔞 𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔬𝔠𝔦𝔠𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔞 𝔰𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔢 𝔳𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔠𝔬𝔫 𝔩𝔞 𝔢𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔷𝔞 𝔡𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔞 𝔶𝔬”

#mycrazylife #bikerlife #bobber #forlove #chopper #citas tristes #forever #foreveryoung #desamor #vidaloka #motorcycle #two #forever love

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anotheroptimisticperson · 4 years

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A little insight about my crazy life

I thought I would attempt to start a blog. Here is a little more about me..

First of all, please accept my apologises in advance I lack a lot off skills and writing is definitely one of them. I will try my best.

My name is Sophie

I’m 25

I’ve got two daughters and a son (who was stillborn)

I married at 19, but have been separated about 2 years. Currently going through the ‘lovely’ divorcee process. Never the less the girls are our #1 priority and I’d say we’re pretty good at co-parenting

I work as a Health Care Assistant for the NHS- based in a Hospital

I’m also a first year student Midwife

Oh, I nearly forgot I also have two rabbits named Rosie and Lady Pickles who seem to think they’re dogs!

My life is always busy and pretty crazy. Thought I’d share some off my stories to those who are strange enough to read them. I promise I will try and keep them exciting!

#mycrazylife #myfirstblog #mylife #mumlife #nhs #midwifery #rabbits #divorcee #co-parenting #myenglishsucks

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monster-mum · 4 years

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A Count Down to Death

Recently I have been feeling my age. At thirty-five I’m hardly over the hill, but I am not feeling particularly spritely. It amazes me how in my mind I still feel eighteen, yet the pain in my back and hip are a sharp, consistent, nagging reminder that I am not. The ridiculous thing is I am in much better shape now than I was at eighteen, but man do I miss the days of being able to eat whatever I wanted and not feel, or see the repercussions of that decision. Now all I need do is be in the vicinity of a cheeseburger and then BAM my bum is rivalling that of a Kardashian’s. I find myself looking around at my friends and thinking about how old they are, and if they’re feeling their age, for one reason or another I think they are. Most of my friends have young monsters in their houses though, so I am thinking that this has something to do with how old and tired we all are. I guarantee that a parent asked how they are will respond either verbally or mentally with “tired.” Maybe that is why I am feeling old and it has nothing to do with me being five years shy of my fortieth birthday.

I have a really bad way of thinking about age, I think about time left before I likely die, as opposed to how little time I have had here. I can honestly tell you, it is not a very optimistic point of view. I do not recommend it. So, you can imagine the bittersweet experience I have every birthday. I love presents, but hate counting down to my ultimate demise. Cheerful aren’t I.

Nothing reminds you better of your old, aging self more than that of playing with a child. Oh yes, they pretend innocence and ignorance but they are mocking us with their youth and young, energetic bodies as they run circles around you in Tesco while shouting about something bizarre. For example;

Myself, Steven, Lyla and Lachlan are in the kitchen. I am making the boys their lunch and Lyla has informed me that she is making her own, cue chaos and mess. Me and Steven are talking when he tricks me into saying the same word as him, he then Jinxes me. I cannot speak until he says my name three times.

Lyla laughs manically at the fact I am temporarily mute, Steven smirks then takes pity on me.

Steven: “Mummy, Mummy aaaaaaaand Muuuummmmmmmmy.”

Me: “Thanks Steven. You do know that Mummy isn’t my actual name though don’t you?”

Steven nods.

Lyla: “MUMMY!!”

Lyla does not believe in talking at a normal volume. Everything must be shouted from about five to ten centimetres away from a person’s face. No matter what.

Me: “Yes Lyla?”

Lyla: “Mummy! Your real name is Nicola Whittington! Not Mummy! So, you cannot talk!” She then begins to laugh manically while waving a knife around.

That might sound alarming to some but I’m 40% sure that Lyla wouldn’t stab me in the kitchen. I have it on good authority, from Lyla herself, that if she were going to kill me she would stab me in the eye while I was sleeping.

Lyla is all about the warm feels and sweetness.

Lyla: “And Daddy’s name is Chris Whittington!”

Me: “That’s right. Daddy is Christopher but at work some people call him Dick for short.” I hope I do not have to explain why a Whittington’s nickname is Dick.

And this is where the bizarre chaotic behaviour begins.

It starts with Lyla shout singing “Chris Dick Whittington.” She then introduces a kind of dance that is only seen at the end of a wedding reception. There’s usually that one guy who is drunk and doing some kind of headbanging, Tigger bouncing rock dance, while a very drunk woman, with her shoes in her hand, is swaying and rolling her head around. Combine these two people and you’ll have some clue as to what Lyla’s dance was.

Steven then joins in by turning his Dad’s name into a rap where he says “yeah, uh, yeah” at every break in Lyla’s performance.

This is what children are like. Weird, funny, energetic little creatures.

I actually managed to video part of this performance, which carried on to a great finale, where Steven pointed at Lyla who did some kind of kick jump with a spatula in her hand.

Very strange beings, they must get it from Chris. He is definitely the one who dances around the kitchen singing into spatula’s, (cough cough.)

The energy and shout singing are one of the many ways in which children mock us with their youth. They are also just downright mean.

Me and Lyla are watching Tangled. If you’ve read one of my previous blogs you’ll know this is a favourite of Lyla’s, you will also be familiar with the story. An older woman kindly protects, nurtures and cares for a young woman called Rapunzel, for eighteen years. The only payment she asks in return is to be allowed to sit and brush Rapunzel’s ridiculously long hair and sing a sweet song to her, which also happens to give the older woman a make-over rivalling anything you saw on The Swann. Thus, helping her to look a few years younger. Then Rapunzel runs away with a man, whom she had never met until he broke into her home. She then sets off with him and later horrifically murders the poor older woman. It’s a very cruel story of betrayal.

Anyway, Lyla likes it.

Me: “How old do you think that lady is Lyla?” Pointing at the older woman in the film.

Lyla: “Thirty-six.”

Hmmm…

Me: “Oh, okay. I must look very young then Lyla. How old do you think I am?”

To be fair, I can now see where I went wrong here. I should never have asked this question.

Lyla: “One hundred and eleventity four.”

Sigh.

Me: “So the older lady there looks thirty-six and I, who is thirty-five, looks one hundred and fourteen?”

Lyla: Smiles coyly and feigns innocence “Yep” she then cuddles into me.

I am pretty sure this is some kind of psychological abuse. Telling me I look old, not just old but I look older than the oldest person in the world, but then being affectionate? No wonder I count down to death, I am living some kind of psychological thriller.

I once asked a friend of mine who works in the Mental Health sector to access Lyla for psychopathy. Lyla was five. He informed me that Lyla was not a psychopath and she is a normal child. I told him that when she has grown up and has gone on a killing spree I will be at his door reminding him of this conversation.

So, what have we learnt from this blog today.

1) Children are not innocent in their mocking of our age-related aches and pains.

2) Children are weird.

3) DO NOT MESS WITH LYLA!!

#mummyblogger #mummylife #children #monsters #aginggracefully #reality #mylife #this is my life #parentingblogger #parentblogger #parentblog #mycrazylife #lifewithchildren #my family #getting older

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805sfinest · 5 years

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The Homegirl Meeting💯💙

#mividaloca #chola #cholastyle #cholagirl #chicana #mycrazylife

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stacyspoonley · 4 years

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Bringing #fierce #real #holidayspirit this year Today is the last day for me to fundraise for @idfcommunity I'm still here and they help me fight to stay in your lives https://www.walkforpi.org/newyork/Stacyspoonley My #Plasma dose would be $10,000/month out of pocket My dose is pooled from 18,200 #donors I have no immune system but the one I borrow 🦓♿🥄❤🥄💛🥄💚🥄💙🥄💜🥄♿🦓 #spoonie #togetherwedazzle #mycrazylife #riseup #adapt #ableism #fragilebutunbreakable #primaryimmunodeficiency #raredisease #zebrastrong #anaphylaxis #Dysautonomia #chronicillness #EDS #MCTD #CIDP #crps #zebrafashion #DisabledJoy #keepmovingforward #disability #badassbitch #hot #wheels 🦓♿🥄❤🥄💛🥄💚🥄💙🥄💜🥄♿🦓 @stophivtogether @theaidsmemorial @tztheidfzebra I sew my own port access into my shirts for my weekly infusions @joann_stores @stacyspoonley has been the team INTACTIVIST captain since 2016 @chronic_intactivist @circmovie (at Stony Brook Cancer Center) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6BJ_byAJo_/?igshid=lq2h38ko49lp

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zanylawyerfreakduck · 4 years

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Te vi sonreír, y no sé quién de los dos era más feliz.

#sonrisa #love #letras #mycrazylife #my #felicidad #tu sonrisa #meenamore #belleza #self love #notas de amor #notas en español #notas

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scotlandandbeyond · 5 years

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It’s Funny for You!

Oh the pitfalls of travel. For those of you who read this and say, “I could/would never do what Dawn’s doing: traveling around like that for that long”, this post is for you. For those of you who have traveled for a time, I’m sure some of these issues will bring back similar memories...and now that they’re behind you a bit, you will laugh.

They say that into every life a little rain must fall. Well, actually until yesterday, we have had NO rain since arriving in Europe on August 4th. Yesterday though many things came together to make it, for me, one of our toughest days on the road.

First off we had 5 hours of driving, (so really 7 hours with gas/food stops). We hit rain for about 90 minutes between Valenia and Barcelona, but it stopped before we got to our hotel. Our hotel...sigh...get out your tissues, because you will have either tears of laughter or of sorrow. When I booked this hotel months ago the reviews were great! It’s billed as an adults hotel, so I was thinking like a Sandals: what a lovely way to end our time in Spain, right? Um no... A day or two before we were to arrive my friend, (and our current traveling companion), Shaun looked up the hotel and found it on another website that rents rooms for trysts, discrete short term rentals. YES, I’M SERIOUS!! There were some other reviews that said it wasn’t as bad as people made it sound, and since it was prepaid in advance, we arrived.

We turned into the car park to find parking stalls that are covered by curtains, (for privacy), then we were met by a man dressed in black, who appeared out of the black walls to ask our names and if we had a reservation. At check in, (remember there are 4 of us: two couples), I was asked if anyone was staying in my room with me? I bit my tongue because I wanted to say, “No, I’m alone. They’re having a threesome, but I wanted some me time”, but I was afraid they would think I was serious.

The hotel walls are painted black: the reception, the hallways, even the walls in the rooms. Then there’s the mirrors: there are LOTS...and you can control them to get a better angle of “things”, (you know what I mean).

Our first room in the “smoke-free” hotel stunk of stale, ingrained smoke. It was awful. We slept with the window wide open AND the air conditioning on, with limited success.

Then there’s the political climate in Barcelona: yesterday the sentence came down on the 9 Catalonian separatist politicians who were convicted of sedition, and the people are very upset. We entered Barcelona at the end of a protest rally that included riots at the airport. There was an obvious police presence. Last night at around 11 pm we heard protestors going by our hotel, (because our window was wide open). They aren’t dangerous to us, but it makes for an interesting environment, as evidenced by the many signs we saw today around the city.

Moving on to 2:03am when we were awakened by one of the most violent thunder, lightening, and rain storms we’ve ever heard. We quickly moved anything we had stored under the open window as rain was coming in, and I lay awake until 3:45.

We awoke this morning to cloudless skies and warm sunshine. By 10 am we had a new room, (a renovated one), still with some cigarette smoke scent but a big improvement. We went out and enjoyed a lovely day in Barcelona...but you never know when rain may fall again.

#awanderingcanadian #barcelona #españa #mycrazylife

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beatriceelias-blog · 6 years

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my sexy ahh vato

#boyfriend #chicano #bloodinbloodout #cholo #elgallonegro #mexican #mexicanamerican #latino #latina #chicana #sexy #fine #thug #vatoslocos #vato #loco #mividaloca #mycrazylife

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mamabearmusgrove-blog · 5 years

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Mom heart attack 😱 I about pissed my pants. So this past weekend we got cooper 3 little animal toys from our trip as he didn't go with us and this is 1 of the 3. I am cleaning his room change out his sheets and stuff and out of the corner of my eye I see this thing and I thought it was real 💀🦎 lol kid walks in picks it up and walks out 🤪 I'm pretty sure my 2 1/2 year old did that on purpose lol . . . #momlife #mycrazylife #momblogtribe #mombloginfluence #ohheymama #stopdropandmom #momheartattack #thatmomlife #adventuresofmotherhood #toddleadventures #toddlerlife #lifewithatoddler #littlebitsof_life #toddlermom #toddlermomblogger #tiredmama #mymamahood #mom #survingmotherhood #realmom #motherhoodsimplified #reallife #dailyparenting #dailyblog https://www.instagram.com/p/BvJ-lcQFhKM/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=y51pjmxqkbca

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guappshawtyy-blog · 5 years

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Downtown Los Angeles, California

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meandmycrazylittlethings-blog · 6 years

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#frasi tumblr #tumblr quotes #tumblr #poets on tumblr #frasi #angelo #angel #mycrazylife

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ohhoney98 · 6 years

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Sooo guys, I’m engaged 😍 The one that got away came back and I tell you what I’ve never been this happy before

#enaged #lesbians #2020 #roxy #mycrazylife

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stacyspoonley · 4 years

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#rheumatology plaquenil follow up (increase to 400mg/day) Eye plug consult (#sjogrens ) after restasis fail Taking D2 50k units 2x/wk and count only 18 Trying massive d3 next ESR 48 More anti-dna labs Help Stacy #fundraise for the @idfcommunity immune deficiency foundation! https://www.walkforpi.org/newyork/Stacyspoonley My #IVIG dose would be $10,000/month out of pocket My dose is pooled from 18,200 #donors I have no immune system but the one I borrow 🦓♿🥄❤🥄💛🥄💚🥄💙🥄💜🥄♿🦓 #spoonie #togetherwedazzle #mycrazylife #riseup #adapt #ableism #fragilebutunbreakable #primaryimmunodeficiency #raredisease #zebrastrong #systemicmastocytosis #gastroparesis #chronicillness #EDS #MCTD #CIDP #POTS #crps #zebrafashion #DisabledJoy #keepmovingforward #disability #badassbitch #hot #wheels 🦓♿🥄❤🥄💛🥄💚🥄💙🥄💜🥄♿🦓 (at Stony Brook University Medical Center Stony Brook Urology PC) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5TlLFaAzCl/?igshid=osvxhwoya1yd

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