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Dropping the Bomb

Picture of Hard Copy of Original Essay Written in 2006
Hard copy of original essay, with commentary from University Linguistics Doctor
Before You Read:

A Note from the Author

Dropping the Bomb: A Subtle Realization about Language is an academic essay I wrote back in September 2006 for a Linguistics course. I’ve chosen to publish it here, warts and all, as was written then, with the exception being where I’ve placed footnotes which you can click on for some “looking back on it” type tidbits. Why? Because it’s a part of my history as a writer, and sometimes looking back can help us move forward. Although reading through it 13 years later makes me cringe in parts, it also makes me smile; I remember how much fun I had writing it. Revisiting the piece, and the memory, also helps me put a few things I’ve learned since my daughter K’s Autism diagnosis into perspective—things about myself that help me better understand and identify with her sensory processing differences.1It also helps snap a few pieces into place about my oldest daughter, as well, but that’s an entirely different story. Anything that helps me help her is always worth taking time for. On a final note, the piece also helps set a little bit of a backdrop for you, the reader; if you’ve spent any time with me here on the site or on social media (and most especially if you’ve spent any time with me face-to-face), you may have picked up on that I have a love for strong language. To the best of my knowledge, it all started here.

For nearly 25 years now—the sum of my life up until this point in time, mind you—I have been using this grand language we call English, yet I have never really paused to contemplate and appreciate its awesome power until today. I find this notion to be more than a little amusing in light of the fact that I fancy myself a writer of sorts. After wiping the dust from memories long forgotten, light-heartedly reflecting upon them with the mirror of my mind, I realize now the true irony of the entire situation. My childhood and adolescent experiences with language, I believe, have led me to walk the path of the written word.

My history as a speaker has been a bit…colorful, you might say. I have often been known to suffer from the mortifying syndrome of open mouth, insert foot-itis, with the earliest case emerging at the young age of four. My mother and grandmother had taken my sisters and me clothes shopping at the local Wal-mart. Like little worker bees, my sisters excitedly buzzed from one clothing rack to the next, pollinating the shopping cart with several items in various pastel shades. I, on the other hand, anxiously twisted and turned and squirmed within the confines of that metal jail-on-wheels, watching helplessly as my captors chose for me one ugly pretty thing after another. Now, what you have to understand is that I was very much a tomboy at that time2And still am. I absolutely deplored anything “girly” and there are very few acts considered more sacrilegious among the young tomboy community than that of the “girly” act of clothes shopping.

Then suddenly the situation took a drastic turn for the worse. Hot, wet tears of frustration and anger welled up in the corners of my eyes as my gaze settled upon my grandmother’s hand. In her grasp she clutched the pinkest, laciest nylon socks ever known to exist on God’s green earth. Those horrible abominations were not getting anywhere near my feet, no sir. They violated the number one commandment of my tomboy creed: Though shall not wear pink-and-lacy anything!

The seriousness of the matter, I realized, required a much stronger, more reasonable argument than I had ever presented before. It had to be an attention grabbing statement that was also both clear and concise.

“I don’t want those FUCKING socks!” The profanity spewed forth from my tiny mouth at an atrocious volume. The world seemed to stop for a moment as the onlookers stared in shock, eyes wide and jaws dropped. Oh, my grandmother must have almost had a coronary hearing such an utterance from me! And my mother, I wonder how many times that wondrous shade of horror and embarrassment has colored her face since that moment? Needless to say, the socks were not purchased3I didn’t realize it at the time, that it wasn’t just the femininity of the socks that were offensive to me, but it was also the material and the way it felt against my skin. It wasn’t until I had kids of my own and their grandparents started sending the frilly abominations our way that I noticed I physically recoil from touching them. I hate them. They’re gross. Scritchy-scratchy tubes of torture. Please don’t make me touch them..

Upon our return home, my mother graciously thanked my father for adding such a fun new term to my vocabulary, and I received a rather lengthy lecture regarding the use of language and social etiquette.

“We don’t use those kinds of words,” my mother explained. “They’re very naughty.” I enquired as to why certain words were considered so taboo, but neither she nor anyone else could ever give me a satisfactory answer that fully explained why those words were off limits to me. The answers I did receive only led me to more questions. Most of those “bad” words were just synonyms for perfectly natural aspects of life; those things weren’t considered bad, yet certain ways of depicting them were. It all seemed quite quizzical to me.4And still does.

And that is how a great deal of my speaking experiences throughout childhood and adolescence went. I would make some sort of hasty statement, managing to embarrass either my family or myself, or both. As a result, I would either be lectured or laughed at, and I would shrink in on myself a little more each time it happened, recoiling in humiliation every time I made a verbal faux pas. I would interrogate my family, seeking in them answers to my confusion, never really finding them.

Eventually, I learned to exercise a little restraint when it came to voicing my opinions, thoughts, and feelings. For answers, I turned to books. Once I learned to read, I began devouring every piece of written material that my free time would allow for. I began educating myself, stumbling upon many of the answers I had so desperately sought for so long. By the time I reached the fifth grade, I had already achieved a high-school level of reading comprehension and had begun to supplement my personal research with personal writing. I became absolutely captivated by the process! Through writing about my research, I was able to find my voice. I could avoid the humiliation of open mouth, insert foot-itis, and really take the time to analyze what it was that I wanted to say, devise how I wanted to say it, and I could even go back and modify what I had already said!5Unless I’m on Twitter. Can I just a damn edit function already, guys? Come on!

How liberating this all was for me, and still is, I might add. I can think of no better career than one in which I can continually participate in producing the written form of language, for it is an exquisite mixture of art and science to be sure. How amusing it is to realize that my experiences with language could so dramatically shape my life…and it all started when I dropped the “F-bomb.”

Thoughts? Questions? Comments?

Don’t be shy! Tell me what you’re thinking. Do you dig seeing writing from “the vault”? Do you hate it? What do you want to see more of? I’m not going anywhere anytime soon if I have any say in the matter. Say a little something.

Supernatural Season 15 Premieres Tonight!

Team Crowley Supernatural Season 15 Poster
Supernatural Season 15 Premiere Poster; Design: S.J. Freeze

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The end is nigh.

No Crowley, no mercy.

Sorry, not sorry. The writers broke my heart back in Season 12 (Should you care to own a piece of my shattered heart, you can buy Supernatural Season 12 here).

**Side note: That’s about as good as that Freeze-created fire font is getting. It’s not perfect, but I’m getting better. My poor lil’ laptop couldn’t handle anymore tinkering. When the day comes that I can upgrade to a pretty piece of machinery with some muscle…oof, watch out, world. It’ll be on like Donkey Kong.**

Like the Design?

Mama’s open for commissions—I can do design & layout for digital & print media.



The woman stands in front of me.
Her hair is snarled and dirty.
She is shaking with pent up emotion and the bitterest rage. She lifts her head, stares straight into my eyes, and she speaks.

How dare you stand there and tell me that my way of coping is wrong.
Have you stood in my shoes?
Have you lived in my pain?
Until you have felt your skin stretched too tightly around you, begging for release, you have no right to judge me.
Until that skin feels like it’s crawling and itching from a thousand bee stings, your replacement methods mean nothing.
Until you have felt the fear, anger, and most of all the hurt flowing out into the air, you cannot demand that I stop.
This is how I keep breathing.
This is how I survive.
And you want to take it from me?
You’d do better to just put the gun to my head and pull the trigger.
At least then it would be over.

All I can do is apologize.
All I can do is stand with her and try to keep her as safe as I can.
And I can learn to love her.
I look at the woman in the mirror and I tell her it will all be okay.

Ramble On: July 9th, 2019

Ramble On July 9, 2019

We’re over a month into summer break now, with just over a month left until it’s back-to-school time for K. We’re a couple of weeks away until The Teen turns 18 years old, and we’re a couple of days away from being bitch-slapped with Tropical Storm Barry (I’ve got my eye on you, Barry, you little douche; you behave yourself).

To say my nerves are on edge would be an understatement, and finding the head-space—and time—to write has been challenging. Why? I mean, aside from the obvious stress, and the time and attention restrictions a stay-at-home mother-blogger has to work around, there’s the fact that there’s writing, and then there’s Writing.

I LIVE for Writing. I LOVE Writing. But I absolutely abhor writing. There is a distinct difference (or at least there is for me; I understand some Muse-Used experiences may vary).

Unfortunately, not every go at it has that oomph to it that accompanies Writing, that vibe where when pen hits the page it feels like every stroke you’re laying down is pure, white-hot, divinely-inspired magick that carries you a little deeper into an ecstatic trance that you lose yourself in for hours on end—and don’t think that doesn’t piss me off; it really does, but I suppose that’s probably the addict in me, the little ego-driven, thrill-seeking gluttonous attention whore who’s always on the hunt for that next hit that’ll take her just a little bit higher.

I’m always chasing the Writing rush. When the words don’t flow as easily it’s a letdown. I have to develop a habit, and then maybe, just maybe, I can manage to slip back into that sweet stream that flows from the beyond the gray and get a little bit of the good stuff flowing back through my veins. Maybe I’ll learn to find that sweet spot a little quicker, a little easier over time?

So, here I am, on a sunny and sweltering Tuesday afternoon in Southeast Texas … writing.

K’s spin-dancing underneath the shade of our tin-roofed carport, practically swimming her way through the humidity, getting her groove on to a little “Let’s Hear it for the Boy” (courtesy of Pandora) as I’m sprawled out in a warm puddle of sweat and hose spray on our weather-beaten-and-eaten back deck.

I’m here.

I’m writing.

Now, let me bring you up-to-speed.

What’s been up with at The House of Bubbles and Chaos these last couple of months?

Seizures Return

K caught yet another round of strep throat before the summer break, and it seemed to have kicked her seizure activity back into gear in a big way, with her father and I both witnessing a very obvious focal seizure lasting nearly 2 minutes (seizures lasting 5 minutes or longer should receive immediate medical attention). Her seizures have, until that point, presented as hard-to-catch-in-action micro-flashes lasting only a few seconds, and seeing her experiencing a progression like that… it sucked. It scared me, it still scares me, and it still sucks.

The ONLY game plan we have in the bag is to try to stop progression. That’s pretty much it. The neuro tends to steer us away from asking about the what-ifs in the event her seizures can’t be held at bay.

“We’re doing medication to stop progression.”

Now, I know there are tons of people out there who have seizure disorders and they live their lives, it’s something they manage and they go about things… but K’s neuro has never referred to said people when speaking with us regarding her seizures or her lesion, and that’s notable to me. Silence speaks volumes sometimes, and the things that aren’t being said, those are the things that scream at me from beyond the gray when I’m alone sometimes.

And so, one phone call to K’s neuro & her anti-convulsant meds dosage was upped (after I answered a few questions for the med team regarding recent events; they were the ones who made particular note of the recent strep throat infection, by the way, that’s not me as a parent pulling medical theories out of my ass).

With the new dosage, so far, so good. We haven’t seen any more seizure activity since the increase (thank you, Universe), and that’s outstanding; the higher dosage has put her onto a new sleeping schedule, though, with her conking out around 7:30 or 8 pm and she was getting up at an ungodly 3:30 am.

Yeah, we talked to her neuro and made some advised timing adjustments to nip that one in the bud, you betcha. Now she’s finally catching some good zzzzs (and so are mommy and daddy—yay!)*sidebar* Did you know the neurologist-recommended amount of sleep for an 8-year-old is 10-12 hours nightly? Yeah, K was so not getting that before, even with mama’s little melatonin helper.

Another KMT2C Family

Another family with a kid who has a KMT2C genetic variant found us on social media!

I’ll cover this in more detail in a future post, but (at least to our family) this is kind of a big deal. K was the 3rd identified person with this change, and I’ve been hunting for other families for years with no success. I’d pretty much given up on it. I’m thankful for the connection, which wouldn’t have been possible if I’d not started BubblesAndChaos.com, and I’m taking it as a big ol’ neon “Go” from The Powers That Be to get my rear back in gear here.

Mama’s Working on Leveling Up

I’ve been investing in my personal/professional development.

I’ve signed up for a few online classes to further my graphic design education, and also for a couple of classes to extend my blogging know-how. Little by little, I’m clarifying the wheres, whats, and whys behind my personal and professional development. I’m excited (and admittedly a little freaked out) about what’s to come, but All the Fun Lies on the Other Side of Fear. #BeBold #LevelUp Click To Tweet, huh? Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself, anyway, to power through it.

The tropical storm is set to hit soon, and I’m anticipating losing internet connection during Barry’s visit. I’ll try to hop on here as I can to update, but in the meantime, I hope you’re well and you stay safe. We’ll try to do the same.



Ideas in the Queue

1. The KMT2C Connection

2. Part 2 of “Why This Mother-Blogger Shares So Much,” which will elaborate more on how we learned of K’s focal seizures and cortical brain lesion, and why it’s important that parents share their families’ stories.

3. F*ck Your Vaccination Over-Generalization Statement! (I’m still on the fence about whether I really want to bring this one up. It’s a polarizing topic that garners a great deal of rage-posts).

4. Possible “Fiction Fridays,” where I’ll share some of my recreational writing.

Have Seizure Knowledge?

If you have seizure-related wisdom, be it from a professional standpoint, or from personal experience, we’d love it if you’d share it with us! Comment below, or send us a private email if you’d prefer. 🙂

“Miss Me?”—Mark Sheppard’s Latest Represent Campaign

Supernatural Family Represent
Layout: S.J. Freeze; "Miss Me" fire font graphic designed by the wonderful Nicole Curme; Sheppard photo sourced from Represent campaign email.

Miss me!

Miss me!

Now you gotta—

No, wait—that’s fanfiction. Damn. My bad.

But who wouldn’t seal the deal, Supernatural fam, to have The King back in grand and glorious fashion for Supernatural’s final season? Don’t you miss the sass? The snark? The fashion? The face? I know I do.

Sadly, I don’t think #TeamCrowley is likely to receive the closure we crave as The End approaches. 

Although we may not have the pleasure of seeing Sheppard’s smug mug back on our screens in the Supernatural-verse, we CAN sport it on some fancy schmancy new merchandise (available for a limited time)!

The “Miss Me” Represent Campaign

If you aren’t familiar with Sheppard’s fundraising efforts for Camp Conrad Chinnock—a camp that provides fun and educational social opportunities for diabetic children and their families—you can read a bit more about Sheppard’s fundraising for diabetes and view a previous campaign here.

The “Miss Me?” Represent campaign offers 7 different shirt styles, as well as a coffee mug (perfect for sipping a hot beverage for comfort from while you’re surely still mourning the loss of our King).

Gifting and Match Programs

And don’t forget, if you’re feeling extra-charitable, Represent also offers a “Gift” option if you’d like to pick up a little something for someone else.

There’s a great group of Sheppard Fan Page admins and associates who are running a merchandise match campaign if you’re interested in gifting an item. If you’d like to sign up for the list, you can fill out the form below and I’ll help put you in contact with the lovely dudes who are busting their rumps to try to help Sheppard raise money for Camp Conrad Chinnock.

Are you loving the latest design? I’m definitely digging it, and I’ll be grabbing mine in the next few days. Now, I heard a rumor 1 Yes, I dropped that reference; you, dear reader, can come see me after class if you understand it. that a fan may have helped Sheppard talk it through regarding what we’re looking for in our swag. If it’s true, I’d say the conversation was a success. That’s a sweet design right there.

And SPEAKING of design…

I need to throw

A Quick Shout-Out to the Wonderful and Amazing Sheppard Fan Who Designed the “Miss Me?” Fire Font Segment of This Article’s Graphic

I’m still very green when it comes to design and I’ve been struggling with fire techniques for MONTHS. I really wanted the “Miss Me?” in flames for this piece to help promo Sheppard’s “Miss Me?” Represent campaign, and I’d started and trashed about seven different designs. She—Nicole Curme really stepped up and saved my sanity (and maybe my laptop—mama gets a little bit hissy when the creative process is going slow), and although she declined byline credit—(update: Nicole gave me the okay to credit her by name—huzzah!) I want you all to know of her badassery. If you’re around the Sheppard fan feeds on social media, you likely know her. She’s good people. Thank you, AGAIN, my dear Nicole. You are now my graphic design Obi Wan.

Don’t miss out, Supernatural Fam!

Head on over to the site today and Represent for our King!

Bubbles and Chaos Becomes Brand Ambassador & Station Host for Stationhead, Inc.

Bubbles and Chaos now appearing as Brand Ambassador of Stationhead, inc.

Advertisement / Brand Ambassador Message (It’s so cool that we get to say that now! You can read more about our Brand Ambassador partnership here.)

Here’s the deal, my dudes:

We’ve teamed up with the folks over at Stationhead, inc, and we’re going to be bringing you a whole new level of chaos! 



What is it?

Stationhead is a social radio platform that’s teamed up with Spotify and Apple music streaming services, allowing people like YOU to essentially start up your own radio station. You bring the content and talk about whatever pleases your little heart (as long as it’s not hate speech—nobody wants hate speech), you create your song rotations in your preferred music streaming app, and BOOM, it’s on like donkey kong and you’ve made your own radio station while Stationhead and the streaming services handle the music licensing technicalities.

Bubbles and Chaos: Brand Ambassador & Station Host

What does it mean for us, and what does it mean for you?

Basically, we get another fun platform to go play around in, complete with B & C created soundtracks! You can expect, well, chaos. We’ll be chatting about autism and special needs parenting-related topics, movies and media, fandom * Mark Sheppard , and of course—music!

You can come hang out with us, live and on the air! Download the app, find our station (we’re @BubblesAndChaos), and click the “request to go on” button to chat with us on-air. It’s going to be a great time, and we hope y’all come check us out on Stationhead (there are some other great shows on there, too—I’m looking forward to listening to 5CentsMedia’s “The Geekin’ Out Show” there later; we had a great chat about Good Omens on Prime last night, as well as some cool tech talk)! AND maaaaybe you’ll get in there, dig the app vibe and decide to start your own station, maybe we can team up and co-host together sometime? You never know.


Where is it?

You can download the Stationhead app on Apple’s App Store (an Android app is in development and you can sign up for the heads-up on when the Android app is ready here).

What if I’m not an Apple user

How can I check out your live content?

Have no fear, my dudes! We’re thinking that until the Android-gap is filled, Bubbles and Chaos may supplement with live video via Twitter or Instagram? We’ll have to mute the music when it’s time to play some of the rotation, but maybe we’ll do some behind-the-broadcast exclusive talk for the live video audience while the station listeners are checking the music out?

Let us know your thoughts, Android-users.

Social Radio

We think this is going to be a game-changer in social media and we’re excited to see where it leads! So, my dudes, what do YOU think? Are you willing to check out a social radio network?

Show Us a Dance

Bubbles and Chaos, silhouettes of people dancing
Source: Pixabay

Dance like everyone’s watching… and they fucking love it.
Javi Grillo-Marxuach

Every now and again, K busts into a random and dramatic 360-degree spin-step with a high-in-the-air hand clap kicker—it’s adorable, heart-warming, and always reminds me of the dance scene from A Knight’s Tale.

Source: Fandango on YouTube

In the scene, Ledger’s character William—a low-born peasant posing as a knight after fate’s presented him with an opportunity to “change his stars” and chase his childhood dream—is put on the spot by a rival knight during a post-tournament celebration when he’s asked to demonstrate a dance from his (fabricated) homeland.

Dubiously, William agrees and fumbles on the dancefloor to pull something out of his ass on the fly. Just as it’s starting to look as though he’s going to be laughed off the floor, his love interest, the lovely Lady Jocelyn, rushes to his side, taking her place as his partner.

Together, they dance, making it all up as they go along.

Together, they create a culture.

Together, they have a great time figuring it out.

William gets out there, he persists and fakes it ‘til he makes it. Despite the haters, despite the competition, despite his low-born roots, and despite his moments of self-doubt, he makes it work. With Jocelyn bolstering his confidence, he dances.

Could a mother-blogger find a more representative analogy for living this special needs parent life?1Maybe. But bear with me while I follow this train of thought, my dudes. To me, it seems pretty damn perfect. I mean, how many times in life, in love, in parenting, in your career aspirations have you felt like you’ve had absolutely no idea what you were doing? For me, that vibe’s a relatively constant flow of anxiety-riddled, self-doubting mind-f*ckery, and the fear that my ineptitude is blatantly obvious to everyone around me is almost impossible to shut down some days.

But here I am out on the dancefloor of life just the same, with my own Jocelyn by my side, baltering around, fumble-stepping through it all in attempts to chase dreams and change stars (in between chasing and changing K). Like William, I find the steps come easier knowing I have a supportive partner who believes in me—he believes in me as a friend, as his wife and mother of his children, and as a writer; in fact, the level of confidence he places in my competence can, in and of itself, be intimidating sometimes.

Together, we dance. He goes off to work, busting his ass day in and day out to support our family; he’s the sole breadwinner (for now). I do the stay-at-home/work-at-home mother-blogger gig2As yet unpaid, busting my ass with domestic duties3Including dusting off my writing skills and self-education in the subjects of blogging, autism, seizure disorders, and so on. Together, we’re creating a culture that works for our family. And yes, we’re having a damn good time at it, as well. That’s how we roll.

Are our steps perfect? No.

Is our presentation a little clumsy and clunky? Absolutely.

But we’re out there on the floor, trying to make things happen, captain.

Can you say the same?

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TheAutismDad.com: A Recommended Resource

TheAutismDad, Rob Gorski, Autism Resources, Parenting Blog
TheAutismDad.com logo used with owner/author Rob Gorski's permission

When our family first suspected our youngest daughter K was autistic, I did what I always do—I threw myself into reading and research. It’s been somewhere around 6 years since then. In that time I’ve come across many helpful resources for both learning and support. I only found TheAutismDad.com in the last couple of years, having digitally met him through the blogging circuit, but I wish I’d found the site and its author sooner.

The Autism Dad

What He’s About

TheAutismDad.com is a multi-award-winning autism parenting blog written from a dad’s point-of-view. Autism dad Rob Gorski shares 100% real and raw emotion with readers alongside advocacy and education.

Gorski has also recently started a podcast and it’s a pleasure to listen to.

You should check him out, especially if you’re a fellow autism dad seeking support.*Ahem! Hint, hint, oh husband of mine—there are dudes out there who understand the stress and pressure of being an autism dad.

Share the Knowledge!

Are you an autism parent, caregiver, educator, or are you yourself autistic AND you have some favorite recommended resources you think we should share with the world?

GoFundMe for Miss Sue

BubblesAndChaos.com Fundraising Shout-out on behalf of GoFundMe Emergency Funding For Miss Sue


Disclaimer & Disclosure: Miss Sue Catt (aka Miss Sue Cherry) is a friend of and is an occasional content contributor for BubblesAndChaos.com. That being said, BubblesAndChaos.com is not involved in Miss Sue’s GoFundMe beyond helping her promote it (which we at BubblesAndChaos.com did volunteer our assistance—Miss Sue neither asked nor did she pay BubblesAndChaos.com to help promote her GoFundMe). None of the proceeds of Miss Sue’s GoFundMe go to BubblesAndChaos.com, and Miss Sue alone is responsible for the collection and dispersion of those proceeds.

With her permission, I’m posting a public call-to-action and request for help on behalf of site contributor, friend, and #SPNFamily1For y’all who aren’t familiar with this term, #SPNFamily is a hashtag used on Twitter to refer to the community that is the fandom/family for the CW show Supernatural. sister Sue Catt. Sue is a badass with a heart of gold and is a loud-and-proud advocate voice for mental health (you can read a bit of Sue’s story, told as only she can tell it, here).

Miss Sue’s GoFundMe

A Friend Indeed

I’ve come to know Sue over the last year, having “met” her through gifting her a shirt from actor Mark Sheppard’s “Hail to the King” REPRESENT Tee campaign in 2018 (you can view Sheppard’s current “Have You Ever Kippled?” campaign here). She’d only recently been released from the hospital, hadn’t yet been cleared to return to work, and was struggling to survive in every sense of the word.

I, on the other hand, had only recently returned from my 2018 Denver Comic Con trip, hadn’t yet learned about my youngest daughter’s seizure-causing cortical brain lesion, and was weeks away from being plunged back down into my own dark spiral of madness.

Sue found me before shit really started going sideways for me. We’d already become fast friends by the time I’d gone Darkside and had pretty much withdrawn from my analog friends and family, and I thank Universe for that not-so-small favor 3And I say this knowing full well that particular analog friends and family are going to give me hell for that once they read this, but it is what it is; love y’all, but sometimes (to quote a nephew) “It be like that.”. She deserves ALL OF THE GOOD FORTUNE (for all the late-night drunk asshat tweeting she saved me from doing, for that alone she deserves a medal for her service to the Twitter community)2And I apologize for the few straggler-messages that found targets—sorry, guys., and I wish I could do more to help her.

Miss Sue’s GoFundMe

A Friend In Need

Sue’s a fighter, of that there’s no doubt—and Universe has certainly given her a lot to fight through over the last year (Dude seriously needs to calm down with all that excitement)—and even while Sue’s been fighting to heal herself physically and financially, she’s been such a source of strength and inspiration for me along my own journey, and I’m so grateful for her. But even the strongest of fighters could use a break now and again. I’m hoping we can help give one to Sue.

Please Help Support Sue’s GoFundMe!

Click the Donate Now button to help Miss Sue out, and as always, if you can’t spare the cash, please help by sharing the cause.

Mark and Sarah Sheppard Tell Fans to Get Kippled!

Bubbles and Chaos's screenshot of
Thanks to my lovely husband, Bubbles and Chaos has been Kippled (he's such a nice guy). Lay thine eyes upon the screenshot edit of my new hoodie receipt! Oh, sweet 2XL oversized hoodie, I can almost feel your warmth wrapped around me already.

Disclaimer: We at BubblesAndChaos.com have NO AFFILIATIONS with Mark Sheppard, REPRESENT, or Camp Conrad-Chinnock. This IS NOT a paid endorsement. All opinions and views shared are our own.

If you’ve been sleeping on social media, you might’ve missed Mark Sheppard’s recent “Have You Ever Kippled?” REPRESENT campaign. No worries, we’ll bring you up to speed real quick.

Get #Kippled!

What It Is…

Centered around his latest role as Willoughby Kipling1who’s definitely not Constantine in DC Universe’s Doom Patrol series 2I’ve purposely avoided descriptive spoilers in case anybody reading this hasn’t checked Doom Patrol out yet—if you haven’t, YOU NEED TO, 100%, and I’m not just saying that because of Sheppard’s association with the show. It’s all-around awesome and you don’t want to miss it, trust me!, Sheppard’s latest swag *Edited because some gross site using “swag” in its address has starting advertising bootleg Kipple designs—SMH. This is why we can’t have nice thingsdesign is available in 5 different shirt styles and offers two color choices: black or midnight navy.

View the freshly-Kippled (and always stunning) Sarah Sheppard here! That’s one HAWT3Hellaciously Awesome Willoughby Tee. 🙂shot!

Not into graphic Tees? Wrap your hands around a super-sweet mug instead.

Looks pretty damn cool, you have to admit…

Proceeds from Sheppard’s “Have You Ever Kippled?campaign go towards funding for Camp Conrad Chinnock—a California-based camp which offers children with diabetes “a positive camping experience” through managed routines, care, and education (education for both children AND their caregivers).

Get #Kippled!

The Why…

I cannot stress enough to you how important it is that programs like Camp Conrad’s exist.

Programs that afford a sense of inclusion and make possible a peer experience often otherwise unavailable to children and families whose lives require a bit more behind-the-scenes 4Well, on a good day, it’s behind-the-scenes, and we always hope for the good days, but sometimes Universe has other plans & puts our business on public display finessing to function—programs like that mean the world to families like mine.

Let me put it this way

To Paint A Similar Picture…

I’m not a public display of affection sort of person by any means, and most definitely not a hugger, BUT if you came to me and told me there was a camp program for kids on the spectrum staffed by trained professionals familiar with the ins-and-outs of autism and accompanying conditions, who wanted to provide my daughter with an authentic experience adapted to her needs AND it offered me the opportunity to come in and receive some focused parent education on managing SPD, seizures, eating issues, etc, in an environment where I could mingle with other parents while our kids were out having a great time creating memories in a safe, supervised manner, AND you had a scholarship for us…

Well, I’d probably burst into a fit of overwhelmed tears that’d last at LEAST 20 minutes and you’d have a hard time prying yourself from my inappropriate-length spider monkey embrace, for starters.

Picture a Big Bang Theory Penny/Sheldon Christmas present exchange scenario level of “GASP!” gratitude, with lifelong support of your cause—and it STILL wouldn’t seem like enough to show my appreciation.

Yeah. It’s like that.

Sheppard Merch5Edited (grudgingly) from “swag;” still cranky about that site & their use of the word. Douchebags. is Cool, And…

The Effect It’ll Help Bring About Is Ultimately And Infinitely Cooler.

Supporting Camp Conrad, whether it’s through a purchase of some Sheppard swag merch, or through a donation directly to the camp itself, will help improve the quality of life for some fortunate kiddos and their families.

Last I’d heard, the “Have You Ever Kippled?” campaign will run through April 20th May 7th, 2019. The campaign has been extended, and you now have a little extra time to get Kippled. Go crazy, kids. (though several interested parties are requesting Sheppard extend it a bit longer—if that should happen, we’ll let y’all know).

If you can’t spare the cash, my dudes, then please share the cause on your favorite social media channels. Visit Sheppard’s campaign page—THE ONLY OFFICIAL SOURCE from which to buy his latest design—by clicking the button below.