It Must Be Blogging Time

Jamie,

This is for you. Even though you already know all of my secrets, I wanted to post something for you to read and comment on. It makes me sad that you check my blog and I haven't posted in over 9 months!

Well, a lot has happened this year and things have not turned out how I thought they would, but perhaps it is all for the best. I'm learning a lot every day and I've changed a lot. Plans have a way of falling apart before your very own eyes and new things open up to you when you are least expecting them to.

I am constantly hoping and wishing and working to manifest something BIG and satisfying. I'm definitely a Capricorn, the mountain goat who climbs and falls and keeps getting back up. I'm also just enjoying life and the simple things, which are always my favorite things. More to come...

The Eyes Have It

I forgot that I have a blog. Thank you, Jamie, for kindly reminding me. Well . . . ummmmmm . . . huh . . . not sure what to talk about. (Maybe that is why I don't blog much in the first place?)

I am getting my first pair of prescription glasses at the ripe old age of 28. I realized on one of our trips driving on I-75 to Cincinnati that I can't read signs at night which is just a teensy bit scary if I'm driving around in an unfamiliar area, or in any are for that matter. So I decided to get the peepers checked and the eye doctor's exam confirmed that I should wear glasses for such situations. The hard part is finding glasses that suit an oblong shaped face like mine. Michael is very patient, however, and he keeps picking out frames for me to try on that look like his. I told him we really shouldn't try to look any more alike. So far, my favorite was an orange plastic framed pair at Lens Crafters. I just thought they were fun, although a little wacky for me. I tried on some with fake 'bling' on the side but Michael was not impressed. I guess I'll keep looking.

The Truth

I really believe the truth will set you free. All I am interested in is the truth and nothing else. Now I've told a lie or two but lies just come back to bite me in the butt so I don't see the point. You really can't build anything based on lies; it won't stand for long. I wish everyone could see this. Eventually, the truth comes out. It ALWAYS does...

I Love Autumn

This time of year is my absolute favorite, that sweet spot right in between Halloween and Thanksgiving. The days have been pleasantly warm and the nights cool. I'm back into my wool socks and many layers for sleep, but during the day when I'm out, I don't have to wear a heavy coat. The leaves are beautiful, of course. In general most of our yard is still green and not dead. Ok, this post suddenly got weird. Anyways, I'm really loving soup lately and I've declared this SOUP season! I like to walk around the house wrapped in my cape, ahem, a blanket. Mya is super cuddly. We can still open windows during the day to let in fresh air. I can sit on the back deck in the sun and not break a sweat. Mya doesn't need frequent water breaks on our long, cool walks. The mosquitoes are bugging me less when I'm working out in the yard (argghhh). This time is just so cozy and sweet. I love Atlantan fall time! Ok, more later.

I need an off switch

Lately when I go to bed, my mind is racing and I can't seem to find the 'off' switch and just go to sleep. I miss the days of putting my head down on the pillow and falling asleep immediately. Not that I really have much to stress about, it's just that my mind takes all these mental leaps at what should be the quietest time of the day. I try little relaxation tricks but they don't always work that well. Tonight I even sighed really loudly several times secretly hoping to wake up Michael even though that's kind of mean of me to do since he's the one who wakes up early in our house. For some reason I want him to have deep conversations at 3 in the morning and I'm hoping he'll take the hint and wake up and 'hang out' with me. Yeah right! Anyways, once I get back to my normal healthy self and get back on my exercise schedule and such, I hope I'll just be so exhausted that I'll fall right asleep.

Another Day

I'm starting to feel like myself again, slowly but surely. I worked last night for the first time in a week and overall it was busy but it went well. Being a good nurse is not something I can fake very well. I cannot half-*ss it very well, either. Sometimes I dream about a job where I could just 'show up' and sort of function enough to get through the shift but nursing is definitely NOT it. I was in charge so I didn't have a patient assignment, but I still got pulled in enough directions so that by the end of the night, I had not even finished my tea. At least I took five minutes to scarf down my PB&J and banana. I'm pretty sure I do this to myself and I need to get better about taking care of myself while I'm at work. That is probably why I got sick in the first place . . .

Mya slept on my butt all morning, yes, right on my butt. I couldn't really move this morning and when I looked down to see why, the little bugger was all curled up on me. Michael put a human t-shirt on her last night and it made her look like she was homeless. At first she tried to chew it off but then she just kind of gave in to it. He's very concerned that she is cold. I remind his that she has a nice coat of fur but he must think this is for looks only.

My life is really exciting right now.

Saturday Morning Surprise

It's been a long day. I wasn't ready to go back to work so I called in sick AGAIN. I'm hoping I'll be ready to go back on Monday. Too bad the weather is gorgeous. I love Atlanta for the fall and I feel like I'm missing out so I can't wait to feel better. Jamie would really love all of the dressed up scarecrows on display all over the little historic district we live near. There is even one dressed as a bride.

Anyways, I woke up this morning to sunlight streaming in through the blinds and Michael telling me he needs my help to clean up Mya's poop. Yes . . . that's what he said but somehow it was very sweet and not so gross sounding. Just when you think your little dog is an angel and so perfect, she must be something beyond a dog, she's the best little buddy ever, she has a diarrhea attack while you are trying to sleep in a little on the weekend (not that I haven't already gotten enough sleep all week). So again, I will spare the gory details, but Michael sure looked hot in his pink t-shirt and my pink rubber up-to-the-elbow gloves scrubbing away at he carpet while I faked weakness. Kidding, we worked as a team and it's all good now after multiple product usage. Really, please do not be afraid to come over to our house.