Archive for May, 2011

It’s Wednesday, and I have so much to do. Besides work, Shy has a banquet for gymnastics to go to tonight. I suppose that is all, but that’s a lot for me. The new medication has me feeling fatigued and I definitely don’t get enough sleep. I suppose that the answer is to go to bed earlier, but where’s the fun in that. Clearly the solution is the one staring me in the face.

I also don’t understand people. Sometimes the things that people expect you to believe when you KNOW it isn’t the truth and yet you go along with it like it is. Ah well, that again is the easiest way out. Ignorance is bliss.

I finished reading The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao. I’m going to write out my thoughts on that (otherwise known as a review) but I just haven’t felt like it had the time.

Ok, time for more coffee. Label this the most boring post of the week.


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I actually don’t really have all that to do this weekend. Which is really nice. Other than some standard chores and errands. And with my son visiting with his dad, it’s a girl’s weekend for myself and the little one.  Which means, we will most likely hit the mall and the book store.

This week was a typical week. I am noticing that the effects of the steroids are lessoning and I’m hoping to be able to get some control back into my life. Don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining. I’d rather have to deal with side effects and be able to see than not.  It’s about being thankful for the things that you have rather than the things you don’t have. So much of my thoughts and time have been spent thinking about and stressing about the things that are wrong with me. And as my most favorite person T said the other night to me, “be kind to yourself”. I am all about being kind to myself. I am who I am and I think I’m pretty fabulous. I have a lot of people who agree with me, so if YOU don’t, then that’s your problem. These are generic pronouns though and more of me reinforcing myself.

I’ve also been thinking a lot about my friend. It’s been two years since we’ve spoken. I miss him. I miss his intelligence and his incredible conversation. I miss having his care and knowing that he’s thinking about me.  It’s funny because he meant a lot to me way back when and then I went a long time without any contact. I know there isn’t a way to do it over and that everything happens for a reason, I just would like to have him in my life. But that isn’t to be, so I’ll just have to hope that whatever is supposed to happen happens.

In the meantime, I’m trying to get back into being healthy and that means eating healthy and getting regular fitness. Am I going to run another 1/2 marathon? Hopefully, but honestly, I have no idea. All I know is I’d like to go for regular walks and then we’ll worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.

Media exposure: I’ve been reading The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao and I’ll hopefully do a review on it. It’s pretty good so far. Hopefully I can finish it before it has to go back to the library and disappear from my Nook.

Dr Who is on tonight. My Saturday night date companion. That’s my Saturday plans. Maybe I’ll have one of these.

Forget maybe, I KNOW I’ll have one of these.

And with that I’m out to enjoy my day. Enjoy yours.

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Why is it that I wake up tired everyday? Is it the medication or my age? I think it’s the latter since I was like this before I got sick. I’m still on medication but I’m slowly getting better which I’m really happy about.  Slowly, but surely.

This past weekend was my middle son’s birthday. He turned 14. I can’t believe he is getting so big. Stuck in that place between a kid and a man. We went to see Thor, the movie (hubba hubba) and then to dinner. He had a great day, so he told me. Then we came home and spent the typical Saturday night, Dr. Who. I love that show. It’s how we always spend our Saturday nights. I’m so rock n roll these days.  Ok, really, I’m not, but I love my life and what I do.

I was listening to a podcast the other day and they asked why do you write. Is is to be read, to be published or for yourself. I suppose I would love to write something and get it published, I mean who wouldn’t? But that’s not why I write. Shit, half the stuff I write I don’t put on here so it’s definitely not to get read. (there’s instructions in my will to lock away my journals until Shy turns 18). I suppose then, it’s for me. I write for me.  I write because I have all this “stuff” in my head and sometimes it feels like I will explode if I don’t get it out. A lot of it doesn’t make sense, so I hope you bear with me. Maybe some of it will interest you.

Today, I’m off to the Dr again (not Matt Smith, but Matt Kay) and then I have to get some blood work done. Hopefully, I’ll be done early. Just another Manic Monday (cue The Bangles)

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