May 2026

Well, I would like to say I’m doing better. A post evert other month is certainly better than every other year. However, I can’t quite shake the bad habit of NOT being on my computer.

You see, I spend 10 hours a day on a computer. 20 years ago I would’ve told you this was the dream. “DO WHAT YOU LOVE.”

Except the moment you start doing what you love for money you stop loving it.

I’m in that fun millenial generation that everyone likes to blame for all their problems (younger and older) but also ask to help them with basically EVERYTHING connected to technology. Boomers and zoomers are essentially the same people with a few decades between their birth dates.

And I feel it.

So I’m about to rent “The Land Before Time” because I AM a millenial and I want to cry about my dead mom for a few minutes on my own time.

In other news I’ve discovered Dungeon Crawler Carl and I just started book 6. I’ve found this series to run into the “every other book is AMAZING and the others are good.” I’ll fucking take it. I can’t expect every story to be my jam but every story is well thought out, written, and engaging. So glad for this recommendation by rando friends. Shout out to you all (you know who you are, because I can’t remember)

Last but not least, I thought I had spilled a glass of water all over my laptop and I’ve been too scared to use it for almost two months. I’m happy to say, I did not fuck it up and let it dry out on it’s own. IT STILL WORKS.\

Ok babes.

xoxo
Amb

February

I’m alive. After spending most of January sick I’m glad to finally be feeling better. I was soooo so so so sick. But I’m Ok these days.

I received an award at work “Outstanding Civilian Employee” – So that was cool. It came with a cash bonus, and taxes took 45% of it, so I’m trying to just be happy about the remainder. I feel like an ingrate that I’m so upset taxes took so much. Oregon is brutes.

Almost got another dog.. twice. BUT it didn’t work out, so I’m still on the prowl.

I’m going to play with my widgets on the website.

xoxo,
A

Social Media v2

Turns out, I don’t really use social media. The whole decision to use my WP in place of social media was good on paper, not in practice.

So, what’s new? What can I brag about in my very special individual space?

I received an award at work. It was a big deal and it came with a big bonus. After I had received the award and had digested it a bit, later in the day, I had the stray thought, “I sure can’t wait to tell Mom about this!” — It felt like getting punched in the face. I received a big award for my work in IT Acquisition, Mobile Asset Management, and Computer Maintenance (is that a thing?) and the person who taught me all I know about it .. is dead. So that felt like shit.

I’ve been sick as a dog 50% of January. Which means I had a better January than most people. Fever dreams are definitely better than reality in the US these days.

I’m looking at getting some laser work done on my skin for broken capillaries and age spots. Yes, I’m 40. I think I look pretty all right for 40, but there are some things that could be fixed. Fuck needles though, just zap me!

I really need to color my hair again. Dark, light, blue, blonde. The roots are out of control.

All right, that’s all for this round.

xoxo, A

Social Media

So, I’ve decided that when I want to post something to social media to share, I really should just post it here. I keep trying to figure out ways to motivate myself to update and write, because I do find it therapeutic to write things down, I just am out of practice!

That being said, the latest thing I’ve wanted to share is how much I’m loving home chef LOL. MEAL DELIVERY SERVICE.

I’m eating like a fat kid but not having to grocery shop. Heck yes.

I actually still am grocery shopping a bit, but I’m a huge supporter of Safeway drive-up-and-go. And no, I will never hyphenate that again.

I’m feeling pretty blessed this week that I get to telework while I’m doing training on a new interface for work. It’s always nice to avoid the commute and the makeup and the hair.. and all the other things that have to be taken care of being going into the office.

I’m about 20 years late, but I started playing Spore. IT’S ADORABLE AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH. I’ve read so many things about it over the years (for better or worse,) but it’s wildly novel to me still and I’m enjoying it.

Add me on steam @ ambasinner

later gators

Savage Daughter

My Mother was quite the music lover. She loved so many types and genres of music she was always able to make recommendations to people. This is the last recommendation my Mother made to me.

Savage Daughter

I am my mother’s savage daughter
The one who runs barefoot
Cursing sharp stones
I am my mother’s savage daughter
I will not cut my hair
I will not lower my voice

My mother’s child is a savage
She looks for her omens in the colors of stones
In the faces of cats, in the falling of feathers
In the dancing of fire
In the curve of old bones

I am my mother’s savage daughter
The one who runs barefoot
Cursing sharp stones
I am my mother’s savage daughter
I will not cut my hair
I will not lower my voice

My mother’s child dances in darkness
She sings heathen songs
By the light of the moon
And watches the stars and renames the planets
And dreams she can reach them
With a song and a broom

I am my mother’s savage daughter
The one who runs barefoot
Cursing sharp stones
I am my mother’s savage daughter
I will not cut my hair
I will not lower my voice

We are all brought forth out of darkness
Into this world, through blood and through pain
And deep in our bones, the old songs are waking
So sing them with voices if thunder and rain

We are our mother’s savage daughters
The ones who run barefoot
Cursing sharp stones
We are our mother’s savage daughters
We will not cut our hair
We will not lower our voice

We are our mother’s savage daughters
The ones who run barefoot
Cursing sharp stones
We are our mother’s savage daughters
We will not cut our hair
We will not lower our voice

We are our mother’s savage daughters
The ones who run barefoot
Cursing sharp stones
We are our mother’s savage daughters
We will not cut our hair
We will not lower our voice