Shopping Haul Blog – Candy, Kids Books, and Doll Stuff

I thought it might be fun to do a shopping blog and show you guys some stuff I got today 🙂 Let me know if you like this kind of thing, I’ve seen other bloggers do posts like this and I enjoy them.

After my therapy appointment today (where we talked about some really heavy stuff and I cried a good part of the session), I did a little bit of shopping to try to cheer myself up. First I went to Dollar Tree, where I absolutely can’t resist the candy:


I’m excited to try the Marshmallow Milky Ways! While there I also bought a few baby things for my new reborn doll that I am expecting soon in the mail. I adore Sesame Street, so I had to get some of their fun stuff and for $1, even if I don’t use it a lot at least it isn’t a big waste of money:


The Sesame Street Baby Wash is actually for me, not the doll. I really like the way it smells, so I’ll use it as bubble bath! The other things are a bathtime book called “Let’s Share” and a toy rattle that will be a fun prop for the baby doll. Lastly, I went to Goodwill and found a few little things there too:


The monkey sleeper outfit is obviously for the doll, but the kids books are for me (I collect children’s books among other things). One of the books I bought simply because it is about ice cream, and the other book is based on The Peanuts Movie.

Fun trivia question: Do you know the name of Snoopy’s three siblings which are featured in the movie? If so, answer in the comments!


Belief in Hell Dies Hard


Recently I read an excellent poetry book entitled “Shit House Rat“, written by Daniel Crocker (a fellow bipolar writer). The poetry in this collection is brutally honest, gritty, and humorous, and even engages some of our favorite characters from Sesame Street in a way that is unique and really outlines the harsh reality of adult life “on the street” .

One poem that especially triggered some thought on my part is one called “A Dream of Siblings”, in which the poet has a dream about his deceased brother being trapped in a sort of hell. Like me, the author no longer believes in a literal hell, at least not of the Christian theological kind, but as the following lines from the poem show, he still struggles to let go of that old belief in a fiery pit of torture:

“Even though I gave up
believing in this shit
years ago, I still wonder

Maybe I never gave up believing

Maybe, once having faith, no one
ever gives up believing

Even if the things we believe in
are horrifying.”

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