I am sick.
My husband has been gone since Sunday night, down to his parents to help his dad.
I'm breaking in a new cat to the family, its not going well.
Its beautiful outside, I have laundry hanging all over my deck, but I'm froze from being sick.
I'm cranky and over tired, which makes me extra emotional.


This March break sucks ass

Not a whole hell of a lot going on. Sitting here watching funniest videos with the kid, waiting for our drive to get here, and then hubby to get off work. Gonna spend most of the weekend at moms. I haven't really seen my family since the New year. I hate being far away sometimes. I;m closer to them now than one year ago, but circumstances change..and I see them less, go figure.

Waiting to hear if I'll be PEI bound this month, and if I'll be cooking for 120 in November. Ahh waiting game, how I hate thee.

so excited!

A friend of mine on Facebook has been posting random quotes as her status' (statuses?). I finally asked her what they were as they are incredibly intriguing. Turns out they are characters from her writings. She has two complete and different stories on the go. I now have copies of book one of both sitting on my desktop and waiting for advice and opinion.

They are rough, not really edited, but quick scanning to make sure everything downloaded properly made me realize I need to block out a chunk of time to read these. :)

God if the character quotes hook me, what will the books do?

So blah

I hate this time of year. Gone is the calm, peaceful clean look of the snow. In its place is muck, yellow grass, ugly rain boots, and dirt. I find nothing attractive and welcoming about spring.

It is mother natures menstral cycle. Shedding its water weight, precipitating slush, raining on us her over emotional tears. Teasing everyone with a jacket free day, then snowing the next. She is a PMSing bitch in spring. You cannot please her, and you cannot prepare for what she will throw at you.

People give themselves false hope every day, until we are so scared to declare spring has arrived, that by the time we can all agree that yes, indeed it has arrived, it is almost over and gone. You are a cruel mistress, we will always be enslaved to you somehow. Changing our outfits based on you decisions on weather. melting when we end up over dressed for what you make a summy day. I miss my winter, my snow, it makes everything equal. Spring does not bring tranquility, winter does.

Suffer through you we will, year after muddy year, waiting for summer. After all, do we not wait nine months through pregnancy for the blessing of a child, should you be so lucky?

depressed

have to "say" it..

I really wish he would listen and try to understand what I tell him.


You really shouldn't get pissed when I don't tell you whats bothering me, as you will just fluff it off. Then you can't act surprised if we fight over said issue.



we're fine, just no space here.