It's the drugs talking...

I ran errands from early morning to early evening, and I still have a ton to do. 

I feel worse than I've felt in a long time, and it's probably from trying to MAKE myself feel BETTER.

Registering a kid in kindergarten takes more time, effort, and information than joining the military.

Boys, not girls, really do have cooties.  I don't need scientific evidence to back this up.

Screwboy is right.  Elves DO come out at night... but not to pick up his dirty laundry like he thinks... THEY make the messes!  Again... no scientific evidence.

I can take single straight strands of yarn and make them into a sweater. 

I can't sew a straight line.

Martha Stewart is a much better woman than me.

Hillary Clinton isn't even close.

Assigning chores only works if I bitch longer than it takes to just do those chores myself.

I'm NOT doing the chores myself.

Mother Nature hates me.

I must have been drunk and hit on her man once.

I'm longing for the beach in October.

I am NOT a beach person.

There are two hundred and thirty-seven reasons to have sex.

Thank God Hollywood is putting its pigeons on birth control.

I'm a full-blown bitch.  I have been for a couple days now.  I'm sure some of it is the stressful things I have on my mind, but so much of it is the new combination of meds I've started. 

Screwboy can thank himself for this latest emotional roller coaster as he's the one to suggest the regimen.  I'm sure that's little comfort to him when I'm taking his head off or crying over something... although I can never be sure what brought on the tears when it happens.  Hopefully it will all level out once my body grows used to the pills, and he'll know I love him again.

It's rained for DAYS.  Normally I'd be complaining by now, but we needed it more than I can remember ever needing rain.  So now, when it finally stops, I can mow my lawn without worrying that it will die... it will be green and pretty again.  My sunflowers are finally growing, too.  Although I've recently developed a serious adversion to sunflowers... particularly seeds.  Hopefully I'll like them again once I see the pretty blooms.

I knew what I wanted to say when I opened this laptop to post, but now it's completely gone from my head.  By the time I checked my email and lost my concentration in the movie playing on the tv I've completely lost what I wanted to say.  Rather, I still know what I want to say, I just can't remember how I wanted to say it.

And when it comes to me.... how I wanted to say it, I'll be back to say it.  Until then, just say a silent prayer that Screwboy survives the evil of his very own creation.

I feel soooo honored!  Funny how a bright pink sticker can make you smile when little else can.  Thank you, IML.  You may never know just how much I really do think you rock!  Thank you for making me feel like maybe I do, too! :)

I have a very small circle of blogs that I read religiously.  And apparently IML and Jackal read the same ones!  So to think of five wonderful girl bloggers that haven't already been awarded the "Rockin' Girl", I just can't do it.

The reasons I think these girls are rocking bloggers... they're intelligent, emotional, brave women who always manage to invoke the better parts of me to surface.  Thank you for that.

So whether you post the banner or not  I'm just letting you know I appreciate you being part of my written world.  Rockin' Girl Bloggers to me... that haven't already been awarded:

American Girl

Every GODDESS Still reading and posting from time to time

The mind really is the main sex organ...

Sometimes I catch Screwboy looking at me in the weirdest of ways.  I'm not always sure they're positive glances.  Sometimes they're more like shock and awe, maybe?  I know he's still trying to figure me out.  Sometimes he just laughs and shakes his head.  Those are the times when I know he "gets" me, and those are the looks that let me know he loves me anyway.

He's off work this weekend on what was supposed to be a mini vacation.  However, it has ended up being a medical leave.  Without going into great detail he should be in excruciating pain.  (no worries... it's not something terribly serious, just painful)  I've known for a long time now that he has an extremely high pain tolerance... higher than my own.  And I've always considered myself to be fairly strong in that department.

On top of his current hinderance, I don't think there's a muscle or bone in my body that isn't sore right now.  I know the average person can feel soreness from head to toe.  Like... overdoing the yardwork on a Saturday or bending and stretching too much during Spring cleaning.  I do that just like everyone else.  However, and it has taken me years to admit this, I'm not as strong as the average person, and my body has limitations.  I'm still fighting them.  But I can wake up sore from head to toe for no reason... not overworking myself, not sleeping in a bad position... just wake up sore.  My ribs have hurt for two days.  My back is breaking.  These combined ailments doesn't leave much room for activity.  I'm whining for a reason.  I'm setting the scene for my day thus far.

So with both of us under the weather, we haven't rushed into our days this week.  We might get up, shower, get dressed, tend to children... whatever the day requires, but we're quick to find comfortable positions to once again become motionless as quickly as possible.

This morning has been no exception.  We haven't even managed to shower yet.  I got up to get my laptop because I haven't checked my email in days, and I wanted to let my friends know I'm ok.  While I was responding to some of my mail I pulled up my itunes.  My eyes scanned over a song that brought back memories of some wilder months in my life.

Texas....circa 2003.  The last gasps of my marriage had escaped and it was lying lifeless in the gutter except for the occasional involuntary muscular twitch.  I felt like my entire lifeforce was being slowly strangled to death, and there was nothing I could do about it.  Nothing except find a way to live in denial for as long as possible. 

And I managed this for a few months by surrounding myself with good time friends and lots of rum and coke.  Most of my experiences were recorded on my very first MoTime blog.  I wish I still had it.  C'est la vie.  ANYWAY... my favorite place to relax and let go was a small honky tonk off the beaten path on a side road in central Texas.  I got to know everyone, and it was a happy bunch of cowboys and cowgirls.  My favorite part about it all was the awesome karaoke lady and the fact that very few military men wandered in.  I was more than tired of soldier boys.  At this time I preferred teasing cowboys.

When my mind goes back to that time and place if a particular memory comes up I usually share it... happy or sad or even angry.  He is always so attentive and interested.  I think he especially likes to laugh at me over some of the things I got myself into along the way. 

Fast forward to the present.... my eyes fell upon a song I hadn't listened to in a really long time.  I asked him if he'd ever heard it before.  He hadn't.  So I played it and told him the story behind the song.  The karaoke lady was not only awesome at pulling in just the right people to entertain us, she could sing better than anyone to hit the charts in a long time.  She had an unbelievable talent, and I'm not sure she even realized it.  During her breaks she'd always come join us at our table, and as I got to know her I really liked her.  I was flipping through her songbooks one night and found an Alanis Morissette song that I loved.  I asked her if she could sing it for her closing.  She always sang the closing song of the night.  She did, and it was amazing.  From that night on anytime she sang that song, everyone knew it was for me.  There were a few other songs sang by other people that were "my" songs, but most of them always brought out a laugh and nod in my direction.  I could lie and say I hated the attention, but I didn't.  I loved it.

Screwboy read the lyrics this morning and then I asked him if he understood why I loved the song.  So we had a short analytical discussion... one of the many things I love about him.  He's sooo smart.  Freaky but smart.

The down/up side of our deep discussions... they never get to last very long.  Excruciating pain or not... intelligent men turn me on...

I really do intend to blog more often.  I've had a million ideas slam into my skull over the past few weeks that I really wanted to blog about.  Right now it's time and energy that keeps me from setting them all to type.

I was in Georgia for a couple days trying to beat sense into Screwboy who thinks it's ok to work yourself to death even if you're in more pain than one person is made to handle.  He can be such a dumbass sometimes, but in the end, I did manage to convince him to take time off in order to take care of himself.  I brought him back home, but in all honesty, it was a miracle from above that got us here.  I still don't remember most of the drive.  I was so exhausted.  I'm not sure how I made it without wrecking and killing us all.  I know, I know... don't start bitching.  I shouldn't have driven that tired, but what's a woman to do?  I realized a long time ago that once you get a man to agree he isn't ten feet tall and bulletproof, you have to jump on it... you can't give him time to change his mind.

As for what happened to the bird, it was gone the next time I went out to look for it that day.  It probably fell from the tree branch into the weeds beneath the tree.  I wasn't going in after it.  Snakes.

The kittens.  I'm on the verge of getting rid of them all.  I'm sooo tired of picking up broken picture frames and stepping in cat litter that they've kicked out of the box and onto the hardwood floors where it gets slid around into main traffic areas.  You should be a mature responsible person to have pets.  I just don't think I'm that kind of person.  We'll see...

Right now I'm swamped with chores that haven't been done since before the holiday so I have more than enough to keep me from blogging for days.  That seems to be when I'm inpsired to blog the most.  I'm sure that's the slacker in me.

Maybe I'll even find something interesting to say.