I want to be here. And that's all there is to it.

I love gloomy fall days.

Yes, I do.  Gloomy fall days make me love my couch and my blankie.  What?  At 36 I can't have a blankie?  It goes so well with my Sock Monkey onesie.  If I don't let my inner child play she gets realllllly mad. 

My girls are both gone for the rest of the day; Kat's at work until close, and Ali is at a friend's house.  This gives me time for homework, painting my nails, and general lounging around.  It's funny, when the girls are gone it's when I think the most about their lives.  Kat is leaving for college in the summer to study graphic design.  Her art is so good that the senior class student council has chosen her to design this year's senior tshirt.  Good stuff, huh?  Ali starts the dance season tomorrow, but due to her bad ankle (thanks to my genetic sharing), she won't be dancing but has been okayed to manage the teams.  At least she gets to participate, and I think she will probably have even more fun this way.

It's amazing that when kids are little, we wait anxiously for milestones to come along.  When they get older, we wonder where all the time went.  Good thing I have my blankie to comfort me.

Hey there, weekend.

Never before have I looked forward to a weekend as much as I am right now.  Not because I have big plans, just because I have plans to not be at work nor pick up a shift at work.  I've picked up a day nearly every weekend for the past three months and I just don't have it in me this weekend.  Ahhh, freedom. 

That's all I've got for today; my brain is in relaxed mode.  Well, after tonight's shift.  It's a full moon and that means crazy old people, so I need to focus just a little longer.

Papers are stupid...stupid, stupid, stupid, then stupid some more.

Well let's just start out by saying that I have been guilty of procrastination this term.  I admit it.  However, when the time comes for the paper to be due I can usually crank it out in true professional procrastinator fashion.  This time, I'm just not feeling it.  I'm going out tonight to see the girls, and I just don't care that this paper is due tomorrow night.  Is this a sign that I'm just finally stressed out enough to say to hell with school?  I don't think so, but it has made me start to question my decision to go on for more school after this program.  Do I really want to sign on for three more years?  Maybe it's just because it's nice outside and I would rather do anything than write a paper.  Yep, we'll just go with that.  And just for fun, Brainy Smurf to help me realize my true potential. 

Stressed? Who Me?

I had the most unnerving experience last week; a hemiplegic migraine.  I had these when I was aout 12-14 years old, but it's been 22 years since my last event.  You can imagine my surprise when I lost feeling and use of the right half of my body along with slurring my words and confusion.  At first I assumed the worst-a stroke.  Then the headache came and I recalled my teenage history.  When I saw my primary MD the other day he asked me, "Have you considered decreasing your stress level?"  Hahaha good one.  Never thought of that (she says sarcastically).  So now I have Amitripyline to help me sleep, Xanax if I feel the migraine return, and a future of wearing a MedicAlert bracelet for the rest of my life, just so that I don't get accidentally anticoagulated for a stroke when I'm not really having one.
Oh, the good times.  As if there wasn't enough crap going on...