Dallas Holladay, DO (she/her)

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There's always money in the circus stand.

I might do my first public routine in summer or spring this year, have to see if I can polish my skills enough.

That was one hell of a five second rule application.

Crossback with a sloppy inversion (happens to be all I am capable of atm).

How does my figurehead pose feel so deep yet look so shallow 😡

Lord no.

all over the patio. Now, you'd expect that they'd clean up the beans and throw them in the trash and apologize. Instead, they scraped as much of the beans as possible back into the container and put it on the buffet table. To this day, I don't know if my cousin is aware that happened.

Today I was randomly reminded of my cousin's wedding reception. It was on an ADU on her mother in law's property. People were bringing trays of food over from the main house for a buffet style reception. As a woman was walking up onto the deck, she dropped an industrial sized tin of hot baked beans

I don't know that he has no idea. More importantly, I don't think he gives a shit.

This is a rare ‘fire rainbow’ spotted over the Rocky Mountains, created when sunlight hits ice-crystal clouds at just the right angle. Seeing a fire rainbow requires extreme luck.

Peach, so sweet, so cute. Then there's the orange one.

Extremely sad it wasn't until 2023 that ACEP condemned the term. His actual theories they are bat shit lunacy. I want to say I don't know how such a ludicrous theory gained traction but then I remember we live in a society that doesn't value the lives of black and brown people or women.

‘Excited Delirium’: The Junk Science That Covered Up a Serial Killer Jon Ronson explores the fake syndrome, which kills women during sex and makes men go berserk, on his new show, Things Fall Apart.

A racist, misogynistic theory called "excited delirium" from Dr. Charles Wetli kept a serial killer free. Despite living until 2020, he never apologized for his, at best, dangerous incompetence.

‘Excited Delirium’: The Junk Science That Covered Up a Serial Killer share.google/uO18xQL9b7Gk...

Person on aerial silks doing an almost complete split.

Can almost do a full splits! (Work in progress)

Yup! I thought, "Is one of the smoke detectors dying?" Queue four cats barreling down the hallway to hide under the bed.

Nothing will clear a room of cats faster than the chirp of a dying smoke detector.

Rebecca to knee hook and back to Earth.

A person in purple leggings works on a purple aerial silk while a band plays on a stage in the background.

I had a whole band for my practice session tonight... getting over stage fright I guess 😆

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It kills me that I can't use the irradium glass.

Irradium glass glowing under a black light in a cabinet.

I finally got my cabinet together with my black light and irradium glass display! Eeeeeee!

Nooooo. This is a losing strategy.

Oh you think my anxiety hasn't produced an entire survival plan for my fur babies in the post apocalyptic wasteland? That's actually true. I have five.

You can join my team. I want to say I would leave you to die if it meant saving myself but I wouldn't, which will probably be my end, but I think we'll do some good during the end times.

Aside from the incoming apocalypse, I just enjoy doing what I want to do when I want to do it. My life has very little comprise (outside of the furry freeloaders) and I appreciate that.

I really think the small pocket around 1980-1986 is it's own thing. We clearly remember pre and post Internet, which is sort of the dividing line. I remember a card catalog at the library. I remember using a rotary phone. But I also had AOL when I was 15.

I am technically a cusp millennial but I was born in 1982. I was a latch key kid. I remember the time I accidentally lit the stove on fire because I made mac and cheese when I got home from school but forgot to turn the burner off after removing the pot. It caught on fire. I threw water on it 😄

I think I have a decent chance. Athletic, can climb a rope super well (underestimated value), coveted medical knowledge that will encourage people to keep me alive. Any comparative partner would be competition.

As we move closer to end times, I think being single is better. There's no one to slow me down and one less person's inevitable demise to mourn.