After All This Time

I've finally decided what secret I'm sending to PostSecret. If you know how to draw some good horn-rimmed glasses or some other MML appropriate accessory, I'll tell you the secret in advance. Because, I'm so not artistic. Is it silly that the "decorating the postcard" part is the only thing that's been holding me back? Sheesh!

I Like Pleasure Spiked With Pain

Do I? Really? Or do I just have a Chili Peppers song stuck in my head? :) I don't know...I'm beginning to think I do. Not in the S&M sense, but psychologically. It would explain so, so much about my twisted thinking and even more twisted actions sometimes.

But, mostly, I just have the song stuck in my head ;o)

The Question Is...

Is my 3 day headache caused by:

a) J moving away again. This time 6 1/2 hours away. With no vehicle to bring him home after this weekend?

b) The kids getting sick and stressed out the instant J walked out the door?

c) Trying to juggle getting the apartment fully livable (before we move again) while balancing racing the kids to activities, volunteering at the school, juggling a need-to-see-you-everyday mother-in-law, and all the usual home stuff while worrying about taekwondo testing this weekend and my mom and the new boyfriend coming the weekend after that, while trying to figure out when I can get to the old house to mow the grass and weed and drive J back to Ohio?

d) Worrying about money that's draining from the checking and savings account faster than I can find ways to put more in?

e) Wondering how we're going to pay for 3 homes at the same time on the above mentioned "no money"?

f) Or, is it simply because I haven't had a week long streak of headaches for about 2 months and I'm due?

I'm not usually stressed out. In fact, in the past I've even been called laid back (HA!) but...um...I'm feeling a little, teensy bit stressed. Good times, man, goooooood times :)

Electronic Conversations

Your sweetness overwhelms me and brings tears to my eyes. I can't stay strong in the face of such kindness. That said...please don't stop saying the words. There is magic in the long distance echo of "I'm here" and "I can listen", "I know what it's like" and most importantly, "I've missed you." Absolute magic.

Well, This Is New

Previously good memories that now make my stomach twist in knots. An unexpected development, the urge to apologize (too late but sincere), new stress and old stress stewing together...not exactly the weekend I was waiting for. But, despite it all, I'm good and hopeful and nervously excited. Maybe I still have that brighter side...