Busy busy

After Larry leaving, the wreck, the long trip to Dallas/Houston/home, I'm just here for a bit. Writing.

Breathing.

Soul searching.

It's a thing.

Here. Doing okay.

Getting ready for Colorado and vacation. Wrote scary stuff today -- zombies. And I have a lot of acid tummy.

Also, republicans scare me.

 

*kicks something*

Hard.

I'm tired.

Stressed.

Unfocused.

Tired.

Bitchy.

And I need a hug, damn it.

Also, I might need a cupcake.

Argh.

That is all.

No. Not really.

I'm working hard at getting my shit together. Maybe it'll work.

So, yesterday sucked

And I really can't give details, although I want to, and I can't scream and holler, although I want to.

Suffice it to say, it's work-related. I don't think I'm in the wrong. My feelings are hurt and my confidence is shaken.

I hate feeling like I'm not good enough.

Hate it.

In fact, it makes me blind with rage.

So. Yeah.

Yesterday sucked.

Today was a little better.

Tonight's been okay.

*breathe*

Stressful Week

With dog fights, waiting for Larry's work visa, trying to juggle work, organizing things, cleaning, cutting down to 5 cups of coffee a day and...

God, there's a lot.

I swing from tears to laughter and back.

Lorna's got my hysterical back, though, and Michelle is a constant source of support. Chil and Jen are right there. Mother and Kristi text and make me smile. Danielle sends me pictures of Boo. And my daddy knows when to call and what to say.

I'm going to be fine. I really am. I just may need more hugs than normal for a month or two.

Happy birthday to me

Been a gloomy weather day, but a lovely day all around.

I have discovered, at least so far, that being in my forties isn't bad at all. I'm settled, happy, busy, learning things. I'm no more grown up than I ever have been and have discovered a joy in leaping into situations that I'm not prepared for.

On the basics: Sherlock Holmes II was good -- not great, but completely enjoyable. My birthday presents were all fabulous and, somehow, exactly what I needed.

Best line of the day: "I swear, that was the most perfectly Shawnie thing I've heard in months." Barbara ;-)

*leans*

2 days til my birthday.

26 days til Larry leaves for China.

29 days til I leave for Colorado.

O.o

Wow...

Time to start updating. I miss blogging. I miss talking. ;-)

Afraid I have a Hernia

Which is sore, swollen, painful and making me queasy a lot.

*sighs*

No more picking up big rocks.

Sitting, waiting for the exterminator

You know, I never thought it would take fifteen months to get rid of the friggin' rats.

*sighs*

Angry today, and a little fragile.

Feeling like no matter how much you work, how hard you try, someone's going to bitch.

*sighs*

;-)

Okay, over it now.

*has a cry*

Okay. Enough of that.

Parents who say there's absolutely nothing their children can do

To make them turn around and walk away are lucky.

They're also wrong. I pray their children never do one of those things that make them have to make that decision, because it breaks you.

Just sayin'.

all rocks go to Heaven.

There are people who don't believe dogs go to Heaven?

Seriously?

How fucked up is that, exactly? I mean, what sort of a person believes for a second that these amazing creatures that love unconditionally don't deserve to move on and go fishing in eternity? (And yes, I understand I have atheist friends and we have an agreement to just nod and blink at one another -- I know there's life after death. I have ghosts. To not believe in them is like not believing in chairs. )

But seriously, what type of person can look at my Sonny man, really look at him, and think, "nope. no eternal walk in the sun with lots of naps and snuggles for you." I tell you what, those people can keep that Heaven. I'll go with Dog.

;-)

*grins*

Been playing on the new Food, Wine and Cribbage blog. We've all been trying hard to eat in every night and we're heading into week two. :D

Also, I rock at cribbage. ;-)

VICTORY

We cleaned the spice cabinet out!

Home home home

For seven weeks in a row (sort of). *grins*

Loved the beach. Played in the waves, walked a lot, goofed off.

Came home and crashed. Have a little bit of swimmer's ear.

Bought a new kitchen table.

Had a long rant going about how, for those of us that aren't around young children twenty-four seven anymore, that maybe some nod needs to be made to the fact that they aren't cute all the time, but are often exhausting, loud, and destructive. Decided to just breathe.

Lorna made me bean salad.

Trying to get ready for the beach

Of course, if Lorna doesn't get better or Larry catches it, I'm not sure the trip will happen. We'll see. *crosses fingers and toes*

Still, working like it's a sure thing. :D