It's Over

 

Christmas Day is over. I made it. Thank you, God.

Crescendo

 

Right now I am at the top of the crescendo. I hope it doesn't get any worse. I will be glad when I can coast my way down. Thank you, Janya, for being such a good listener.

On My Mind Today

 

Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat Dead Cat 

That is all...

Just Putting It Out There

 

Life is crazy right now. Last night I broke down and cried for half an hour. There is never enough time in a day. Yeah, I know you are all going to say "I told ya so. You should have ordered the meds." I don't feel great this morning, but better than yesterday.

My grandmother is in ICU in Florida, with no family around her. As soon as I heard this on Monday, my thought was "I didn't send the recap." You see, each week I mail my grandmother a recap from The Amazing Race from the Mrs. Loudshoes blog. Things have gotten so hectic around here, that I had not had time to print it out for last week's episode, so there you go. Of course, something should happen to her and I feel like it's my fault.

I have since said it out loud and on this blog. Hopefully, that will take care of it.

Yesterday, absolutely nothing could go my way - nada. Today my wish is for just one thing to: be easy, work the first time, be self-explanatory, function properly, be delivered on time by a friendly delivery person without complaints.

I picture myself manually wheeling a wheelchair (with me in it) up a steep hill. I can't get out of the wheelchair, and my progress up that hill totally depends on the weight of my load and the amount of strength I possess.

Okay. Pity party over. Back to work. I hope all of my readers have a great Thursday!

Race y'all to the top of that hill!

Peace,
~b~

On My Mind Today

 

Clint should have won. Clint should have won. Clint should have won. 

Clint should have won. Clint should have won. Clint should have won. 

Clint should have won. Clint should have won. Clint should have won. 

Clint should have won. Clint should have won. Clint should have won. 

Clint should have won. Clint should have won. Clint should have won. 

Clint should have won. Clint should have won. Clint should have won. 

Clint should have won. Clint should have won. Clint should have won. 

Clint should have won. Clint should have won. Clint should have won. 

Clint should have won. Clint should have won. Clint should have won. 

Clint should have won. Clint should have won. Clint should have won. 

Clint should have won. Clint should have won. Clint should have won. 

Clint should have won. Clint should have won. Clint should have won. 

Clint should have won. Clint should have won. Clint should have won. 

Clint should have won. Clint should have won. Clint should have won. 

Clint should have won. Clint should have won. Clint should have won. 

Clint should have won. Clint should have won. Clint should have won. 

Clint should have won. Clint should have won. Clint should have won. 

Clint should have won. Clint should have won. Clint should have won.

Weekend Update

 

Janya and I snuck away for twenty-four hours for an overnight in Lake Charles. I was a lot of fun; boy, did we need it with the last few months we've had! I was a bit concerned about the flooring in the casinos causing problems with my OCD. 

We made it out of Houston Friday afternoon with very little traffic, which put us in good moods. But then, I got a text that upset me, and my mood went downhill from there. We were pretty silent for about 30 minutes, and I was able to get my spirits back up when we realized that we were about an hour ahead of schedule.

Now, if I can just stop thinking about Clint on The Apprentice (see post above.) I brought it up in the car for the umpteenth time last night - Janya's response was, "Oh, no, here we go again" - and I made a vow to Janya that I wouldn't say it again, how he should have won, blah, blah, blah. But I told her, "I am not going to say it again, but I just want you to know that I am thinking it." Do any of you ever hear that "oh, no, here we go again" line from your family or friends?


Peace,
~b~

Exposure Therapy

 

I did MAJOR exposure therapy Friday night, and I did it all by myself, no therapist! AND I am continuing it indefinitely because the items in questions have become a permanent fixture in our household. It's an everyday struggle that I hope will get better. What's my level? Around a 6 right now.

Peace,

~b~

 

It's 6:33 a.m. (does anyone else announce times by the minute?), and I would much rather be back wrapped in my new, warm comforter. For the second day in a row, I have to go in early. Bah!

And no nap or workout tonight, either. We are having a Toys for Tots party and there is still so much to do. I find myself looking forward to the party being over instead of it beginning. Then I can change my endless questions to past tense: Was the food okay? Did I cook enough? Did my guests have fun? Why did they leave so early? Did the apartment look okay? Was the temperature okay? Why was so-and-so so quiet? Do I have to clean all this up now?

And then afterwards, I usually analyze all the conversations I heard during the evening: I can't believe she said that. That was an interesting comment she made. Did you hear _____? Blah, blah, blah.

So why do I put myself through all this? Because parties around here are few and far between. I think the last get together we had may have even been last Christmas. So I will rock on through today and tomorrow. I'm actually so swamped at work right now that it's getting easy to push the questions to the back of my brain at times. But give me a minute's peace and quiet, and the record repeats itself. Bathroom breaks are the worst!

Hoping you all have a wonderful weekend!

Peace,

~b~

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