I have nothing to complain about. This is what I wanted. The burns and bruises are just part of the job. I will get better at it. Move forward. :)
This is so not me
Glad to be finally making my plans a reality. But burns, cuts, bruises (and not the good kind), hard labor, a man getting arrested on the corner down the street from where my son goes to daycare, is not me.
I don’t like it here!!
I love you all. But I have been wanting to take a shit for over an hour. Between baking the muffins, making breakfasts and packing little lunches, I just haven’t had time. So please forgive me if I cannot answer the phone after the 3rd time you call me, or if I cannot come running to open the door when little hands knock. I am sitting on the crapper!!!
Feeling sad today
And I don’t know why.
16th Annual Designing Women →
Please do not try to squash my desire to learn. Thank you. I love you.
I said i was scared of my own thoughts
Because sometimes I want to start running like Forrest Gump and I don’t know where I would stop.
My man is asleep on our bed
I am so not gay
A blanket. The beach. Three quarter moon over the rippled water. Breaking waves. Wine. My love. Breeze in my hair. I love.
I love books. And food. And money.
Was so nice. We had chicken quarters and corn that Reiken was going to grill on the Weber, but just as soon as he set it up to pour in the charcoal, the rain started to fall. So, in lieu of a fresh grill (we live in the American state of Florida, mind you, so grilling is pretty much a way of life around here), I prepared my barbecue sauce, poured it all. over the chicken legs in the pan, and...
A Note to Self
SELF! You must remember this always: MY JOB COMES FIRST. It is the first law of my life. WORK COMES FIRST. Above all. Before my family. Before my health. Before my well being. Because no one is going to take care of me, but me. I must work. And work comes first.
Klonopins and anxiety attacks, continued
I had just told Reiken, all cheerfully, that I had gone ONE WHOLE WEEK without klonopin, and I was feeling a much clearer head already. For me, taking one klonopin- or even half of one- pretty much spells naptime for me. It’s like walking in a perennial mental fog. Well no sooner had I declared my one-week anniversary of freedom from The Fog, that I get hit with an anxiety/panic attack...