I feel like I have nothing to say. Nothing of importance. Sometimes I worry that I’m numb to all the unbelievable shit that goes on around me. Which is a good thing, and a bad thing. It’s a good thing because I’m cruising through life – it’s a very bad thing because I am cruising through life on auto-pilot.
I’m anxious about the state of the world and bitterly disappointed in our “President”. As far as I’m concerned he’s a stupid mother fucker.
I’m done blogging. I have to concentrate on the few things that bring me joy. Thank you to all the friends I’ve made here. I love you all so much and I cannot wait to come back here (hopefully) with a clear mind.
At some point, this blog will also become password protected until I decide to come back.
I wish you only good things in life!
Love,
Anne
Whose there?
DUANE!
Duane Who?
DUANE THE TUB, I’m DROWNING!
Tee-hee.
I’ve been MIA as of late. I’ve been home from work the last 3 nights helping my 13 year old son out w/ breathing treatments. He’s been sick for 2.5 weeks. He’s been on 3 different antibiotics for sinus infections and asthma. I knew it took at turn for the worse when he layed under the electric blanket shivering. He tested negative for the flu, and a chest x-ray showed no pneumonia which is good. But, he’s wheezing pretty good and not feeling well at all.
So, the kids is on all kinds of medication and he hates taking every one of them. Tonight I go back to work.
Bella Boo- my 7 month Doxie pup is finally feeling better- she had been sick for a while too- getting up with her 4 times a night to let her outside has been a real drag. Lemme tell ya. Last night was the first time she only woke up once at 4:30 a.m. Oh, lets hope she’s making a turn around!
I’m not gonna lie. I’ve been down. I don’t feel like writing and I don’t feel like reading. I’ve been feeling rather blue. Ever feel utterly hopeless and yet realize at the same time there are people out there that have it so much worse? It still doesn’t change the fact that my life feels like a crap sandwhich in some aspects (mainly financially)- it just means it’s selfish of me to whine about it when it could always be so much worse.
The huz and I have made very bad financial decisions and even though we are both working full time, we are still falling behind. I feel like there is nothing I can do to make it better.
I really feel like we will never get caught up. Unless we win the lotto. Here’s to hoping. In the meantime, I am just going to try to focus on all the good things I have in my life…. and try to ignore the fact that we are sinking further and further into debt. K, sounds like a plan!
I’ll be back because before ya know it, I’ll have PMS and have lots to bitch about 
xoxoxo
I got home from working the overnight at 745a.m. Saturday morning. My 13 year old son and I decided to take Cozmo and Bella for a walk. We were gone for about an hour and when we got home we were both hot. We decided to go out on the deck to cool off w/ an ice cold drink.
Cozmo jumped up in my son’s chair and I took some cute pics of their friendship:
Then we all layed in the hammock out in the yard. I asked Zach to help me move it to more even ground- so we hauled it up to the deck right under a huge tree.
It didn’t take long for me to cool off in the shade. I asked my son to get me a pillow and a blankie. Cozmo snuggled up next to me, but Bella was on top of me.
and that’s when it happened. We all fell asleep for 3 1/2 hours, I shit you not. It was perfect!
I needed that!
Pigalicious! OMG, I’m on a roll here. Again, very short but well worth your time!
I have such an affinity for owls. I hope you enjoy this short clip – just for the nature lover – absolutely ADORABLE!
I’m at work and went to grab something from my purse on the floor when my friend/co-worker burst out laughing at the mere sight of my purse.
It was opened and shit was hanging out all over the place. She said, “No wonder you’re such a mess!” and we both sat here laughing.
Next, she opened her desk drawer, took out a bunch of random things *a plastic baby booty, stack of napkins, box of paper clips, a pager clip* and threw them into my purse!
It’s pathetic at how unorganized I am right now. Just pathetic. And, the state of my purse is a direct reflection on my mental state. Messy and all over the place.
My co-worker is convinced it would take a bulldozer, a dumpster, and a team of midgets just to clean it up. I have 8.5 hours to get my purse organized tonight. I hope I can get it done AND not leave anything behind, such as mini notebooks with my personal thoughts jotted down!
If the question was posed, “What does your purse say about you?” – mine would say “Total slob!” What would yours say about you?
My mind is a flutter with racing thoughts. Note to self: DO NOT carry around tiny notebook to jot down personal thoughts and then LEAVE IT AT WORK! Oh, I am mortified. Ok, there were only two little random thoughts – but whomever picked it up and was reading it was probably like, “WTF?!!!” – I mean, does anyone I work with really need to know I have an irrational fear of people who drive Chevrolet Caprice’s?
Where is my head that I would leave that little gem behind? Do these people deserve to know that I feel uncomfortable watching a duck fly? Crimmeny! Where is my head?
I have been a bad blog reader and I know I’m not under “obligation” to explain myself nor do I feel an overwhelming sense of urgency to put this out there… but I just am not in the bloggn’ mood as of late.
Everything I do and say is requiring a butt load of thinking power. Even just backing out of the driveway I hear myself think, “Don’t hit anything” – I have to be careful what I say at work tonight because random things are popping out of my mouth. GAH, I hate this feeling.
My son is sick. He has major allergy issues going on which has lead to wheezing and an inhaler along with antibiotics, and allergy meds. I had to get him from school 3 days this week because his stomach was hurting, his head hurt, or something. I’d be trying to sleep before work and the phone would ring, “Hi mom, it’s me. I don’t feel good, can you come and get me?” I think I’m sleep deprived and it’s going to be a long night here at work. I am keeping him home today even if my husband thinks he’s kinda faking it. The huz is convinced that the son plays me. He’s probably right but I’m a worrier and if someone is sick, it’s my instinct to take care of them! Whether it be a child, or a puppy dog. That’s what I do.
I am pretty sure Bella is better. Although tonight I got a call from the huz telling me that she crapped in my daughters bed. She was scratching at my daughter’s bedroom door to get out and my daughter *bless her soul* is a DEEP sleeper. GAH! Since Bella has had diarhea for the last few days, when the huz called I said, “Oh no, what KIND of poop?” Just fearing she had the trots all over my daughter’s bed. How sad is it that I was glad it was a nice hard poop? He then put Bella in her cage where she continued to cry. WTF? This never happens when I’m home. It only happens when I’m at work.
I think I’ll go have some more coffee so I can continue spazing out here tonight. I wonder if the huz knows how much I worry? I doubt it. It’s not like I walk around saying, “Oh, I am so worried!” – I just realized how much I worry in my thoughts. Hush now thoughts. Hush!
