
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Just put that over there...

Sunday, August 17, 2008
Don't Let the Door Hit You...

Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Tall Skinny HalfCaf Latte with Three Pumps and No Foam

Monday, August 4, 2008
Regret and a Gallon of Milk
How funny!
I run away from everyone and everything in order to just be myself and perhaps grow a bit...you know, get some stuff figured out and all that rot - and invariably, I start to miss the way things were.
That is quite the commentary on my whole life cycle.
I don't miss being married, though. What I do miss is having someone to help share in the day to day things. The chores. The bills. The groceries. Isn't that terrible??! I should miss having a friend and a comrade, someone to curl up with at night, someone to have coffee with me on the deck in the morning, etc.
Those are all the things that Mr. H wanted so much - and as it turns out, so did I. I just didn't want it with him. Why didn't I?
I was a terrible wife.
I am sorry.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
False alarm

My horoscope today told me not to cry wolf...or was it yesterday? Whatever. The resulting apprehension is the same. Everyone knows what happened to the little boy who cried wolf - he got ate all up! A quick review of my actions and reactions in the previous week has provided me with plenty of moments that could be identified as wolf-crying behaviour.
Not that I actually cried wolf out loud...mostly I did it in my head - and mostly it was a scream.
I will continue to monitor my activities in order to prevent an over dramatization of events and feelings, especially those that every normal person deals with at some time or another.
My life is good. My amazing children are healthy. I have a job. I have a man who really likes me. I have great parents.
...and I have a future...
No wolves anywhere near me as far as I can see.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Undesireable Baggage

Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Lung Smudgin'
I have pneumonia. I do! I have been sick now for a month...three days of that flat on my back in bed. I don't understand it. I know that it appears that I have brought an illness upon myself by playing so hard, but I have to tell you that I have ALWAYS played so hard, and have NEVER gotten just plain pancaked like this. It is very frustrating. But whatever.
Someone suggested an indian ceremony complete with smudging to drive the spirits out of my lungs...If I get that desperate I will take video, alright?
Took my oldest daughter to Big Gig this weekend, and OH that was fun! She is fifteen now, and old enough to make my life miserable, but for the most part she chooses to rock out with mom whenever given the chance. I am grateful for the common ground.
I am also thankful that I can take her around my friends and other loved ones and she melds right in. It feels really nice when people ask me to bring her along for outings...just because she is fun and pleasant to be around.
Please remind me of this when she is tormenting me again.
