I'm glad this week is over...

It's been a good but stressful week. The good was pretty nice, the low still brings tears to my eyes at the mere thought of it.

The joy, senior photos have been accepted and will be gracing the pages of more than one yearbook...

The low, the start of a star returned to the heavens....

You would've been the purest starlight of love to us all....

The nervous breakdown may be stopping... I think.

Is it safe to come out now?

So things have fallen in place however fragile they may be. My house still is not even anywhere close to being ready for "inspection" and guess what?! I don't really frickin' care!!!

Yeah, baby... I've got Tina belting out Proud Mary, the Valium is working exceptional well (Yay!) but I have to get my happy, sassy ass in gear and actually accomplish something and soon!

Tomorrow there's more senior pictures to take... only 45 miles apart but hey it takes my mind off the fact that I had to eat my supper of dry Wheat Chex with Splenda sprinkled on it, out of my small saucepan!

Yeah... I'm thinking dishes should be my first priority.

Looks like it's pretty much the end of feeling all crabby and upset and... just getting on with my life and reminding myself that the last time I felt like this, I was trapped in an extremely unhappy marriage and didn't know if I was going to live another month.

Hmmm.... that gives a person pause now doesn't it?

This is me... trying to get my s**t together.

Stop laughing!

How you know it's going to be a bad day... Part 200 or something

Okay, it's a bad day because yesterday I came home to a letter taped to my front door. Now as a rule that in and of itself does not portend bad news. Opening it and reading it did, however.

I was thrilled to be informed that:

A) "We're writing to tell you that, Hey! Guess what?! We sold your house!"

B) "Enclosed is the name of the new owners and oh, by the way, we're closing in less than a week so don't forget to go sign a new lease with them."

C) "Oh and before we forget, they want to inspect the place and adjust rents accordingly."

D) As I've asked so many other times in my life, "What does a stroke feel like?!"

So I'm sitting here losing it... the landlord's not answering his phone (Hmm... go figure..) and it's after five so I can't reach any others involved!

AGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Made for a great night... barfing, and other gastric issues along with a headache the size of Mars. Why do I always get so physically sick when I get upset? I can't even laugh at it anymore. (And to think I'm going to be 50 in a year. That should be a blast.)

I spent today in utter denial. Worked for me. Of course I know I can't rely on that as a course of long term action... well... maybe? No. But... nope, have to face reality. I can only remain in denial until tomorrow morning.

Maybe around nine, no wait maybe noon. As I haven't slept, and chances are looking pretty thin for any rest tonight I'm shooting for noon. If I manage to fall asleep at 5 or 6 a.m. I'll definitely shoot for noon.

I had hoped to surf the night away but it's storming and I hesitate to remain on line and have my computer get fried. I really would lose it then.

Cripes... I'm just so damn tired of life continuously coming up and smacking me in the back of the bean!

Will I ever get a break? Well, that's a stupid question... I'm still alive so I guess that's the break that means the most so I shouldn't be bitching.

I wish I were here right now....

To hell with Calgon take me away...

"Hello? Northwest Airlines?

What's the next flight you have to Anchorage?"

By the way... did you realize there was a solider sleeping on the couch at the airbase in Afghanistan? Believe it or not. A friend there took the picture. It's some of the new camo. I'm just glad my furniture is all solid colors.

I really would have a stroke if I found someone

blending in on my couch!

Of course... I'd have to actually have a couch!

Yay! It's fall! Whatever...

Fall on the Maclaren Glacier & Mountain Range

Fall has arrived on the tundra. This was taken from the vantage point of the little cabin I stayed in. Zoya reports the snow is already coming down on a regular basis. Thin so far but the higher elevations are no longer clear of the snow by day's end.

It will soon be the same on their level. Around here, fall is messing with our minds. Few days ago... so cold and damp I could barely move. Today, high 70's with high humidity and a thunderstorm and rain earlier. Go figure.

I must admit that those few days of cold and damp were a grim reminder that winter and all it's unpleasantness when it comes to my daily pain struggles, will be the norm soon enough.

But... gotta just suck it up, bully my way through and if all else fails... win the freakin' lottery so I can spend the next few months in Hawaii. What the heck... if you're gonna dream, dream big right?

Oh... and if you want in on the Hawaiian Dream vacation, get your resumes' in soon.

I've had better weekends...

Have you ever had one of those days?

No?

Me either... because I have one of those lives!

I have been so icky, crappy sick to my stomach for a few days now. It blows. Literally.

Blech...

Haven't spoken to my Iowa sis for quite sometime, she calls... me? I've gotta say goodbye because I needed to barf some more. Yay.

Other than that... it's any body's guess. I did force myself to mow my lawn. That really was a bitch. Two weeks ago my grass crunched underfoot. It was completely burnt out.

Then we got a weeks worth of rain, the humidity of a rain forest and voila`! I've had to mow my lawn twice in the last two weeks. You'd think I was a groundskeeper at Churchill Downs!

I must concede the rain was desperately needed, especially for my friends that depend upon their crops for their livelihood... they possess a resolve I would never be able to keep, I know that much for sure. And I've been praying that this has helped them from the growing season being a complete loss.

I had only mowed my grass twice before this entire summer. Now the leaves of the trees are changing rapidly and not only because they're water-stressed. The nights are becoming crisp... quickly dropping to the 40's overnight.

Cripes. Fall is here...

Why is it that since I hit the big 4-9 number, it seems as if time is flying by at lightning speed? I guess age does that to you... that and a number of muscle relaxers and pain pills. (Whad'ya mean it's Tuesday! It is not! Oh crap.... how'd that happen?)

I took this picture on a Tuesday.

I think.

I bet you can't guess what this is!

This is me getting my sense of humor back dammit!

I also taped this thing on my computer.

It makes me remember to laugh at least once a day.
Acting grown up?!

Oh... I don't think so!

Time for bed!