I feel like I have a lot to say but I’m feeling it rather than being able to write it down. You know? I have images in my mind that don’t translate to words. Some of them are happy images, some of them are bittersweet images, and some of the images are creeping in from long ago and causing me to need to take moments to myself to process them. In any case, they remain images, private to me. I don’t mean for that to be my reality, but it is my reality. And, as much as I always want everyone else to be able to tell me what’s on their mind, don’t keep it bottled up, here I am bottling up both good and bad.
In sharable news, I followed up this morning about the job I hope to get and was told I am very much in consideration for the position, with a lot of positive feedback from the interviewers, and I should hear something by mid-week.
Also in sharable news, Sparky and Robin “threatened” last week to kidnap me for a girls’ weekend. I hadn’t told Dawg until yesterday. His reaction: “I need an address where I can send the FBI.” This makes me infinitely happy and dorked out. I’m excited to go on the weekend (dates tbd) for myself, but I’m also happy to give Dawg a weekend to himself to sleep, stare at blogs, watch a lot of TV, cuddle with the kitties, eat Chef Boyardee, allow his mind to freestyle some stream of consciousness about life, hang out with his friends who he never sees anymore :frown: , whatever. I get a lot of time to myself but he’s always working or when he comes home I’m already here and he doesn’t even get 5 minutes without me. Don’t get me wrong, I love spending time with him and I know he loves spending time with me, but… everyone needs time to themselves. It’s healthy and stuff.
And, lastly in noticeable news, I’m not so good at responding to comments right now. It’s not you, it’s me. I appreciate your comments. I’m sure I’ll swing back to responding to every comment sometime in… um, March. :smiles:
That’s my update for now. I hope you’re all doing well. Have a Happy Monday comma dammit!
Time apart is good… girls weekends are very good!
Fingers still crossed for that job.
I hope you land the job! A girls weekend is always needed.
Hey girl – hope the bottled bad gets better. And that it’s not a bottle of tequila
/willing to contribute funds to the ‘Kidnap Poppy’ drive, coming soon to an NPR near you
Awwww. I wanna be kidnapped.
It seems like everytime my friends wanna go out of town, I always have a gazillion excuses why I can’t. And most of those excuses have to do with my kids.
Although, frankly, at this point? My kids are way more fun to hang out with anyways so I never feel like I’m missing out.
Being kidnapped would be the only way I’d be “coerced” to get out of the house. But once I was there, I know I’d have a blast.
Hope everything goes as planned for you. A girls weekend is exactly the thing you need to get out of your funk.
Keeping fingers and toes (and anything else I can physically do) crossed for you.
But I am worried about you. Hope whatever it is that’s bugging you will resolve soon.
Finn, thank you. :love:
ToB, believe it or not, I’ve never actually participated in a strictly girls weekend. I went to a slumber party overnight once when I was 8, and have stayed over at girlfriends’ houses but those girlfriends had boyfriends or husbands staying there too. Can you believe it has taken me 34 years to have a normal female experience? I am so atypical.
NAT, did somebody say TEQUILA?!??! hehehe. No, when I’m down I know better than to booze it up. I won’t touch the stuff when I’m depressed, because then it’s a downward spiral. I don’t need money to be kidnapped, but I appreciate the support!
Twinkie, you amuse me. I love your comments. I appreciate that you take the time to leave me really long comments. I understand from an outsider point of view about staying home with the kids. Generally when I get to spend time with Other People’s Kids I love it, and Saturday was no exception.
Mattie, thanks for the crossed fingers. I’m not in a complete funk, it’s moments of funk, and some of those moments of funk are because I can feel the funk coming off of the love of my life and I absorb it into me and I have nothing constructive to do with it. Other times the funk is legitimately mine, often triggered by common objects, that have to do with my recent past. It used to be flowers that did it, and I no longer get triggered by flowers, so there’s hope for the pink cowboy hat I saw at the Halloween store the other day.
Dawg needs to be along to eat Chef Boyardee? Pourquoi, svp?
oh oh… are they really long? LOL Sorry. I’ll try to leave condensed versions. This is me in blog life. Imagine me in REAL LIFE? Yikes. I’m a gabber. LOL
Maman, he doesn’t need to be alone, I just don’t eat it with him so it’s easier for him to have Chef Boyardee nights when I’m not around.
Twinkie, nonononono, I like the long comments!!! I insist that you keep leaving them. :smiles:
darn, I thought that I had found another kindred spirit who’s preferred method of eating Chef Boyardee is cold, straight from the can…. Another dream dashed! :crying:
Dawg enjoys it from the can! I think! Although, honestly, I don’t pay attention. I was overdosed on Chef when I was a kid and can’t touch it anymore.
hahah.. Ok. I will. Well, if I tried NOT to, they’d probably still be long. Like I said, I’m a gabber. or yabber. depends on what language you’re speaking in.
Ironically, my best friend’s name is Gabby. And SHE definitely beats me in the gabbing department.
We were talking and most likely – after turkey day before Christmas. We need to schedule the weekends.
We will get it done. and maybe let Dawg in on where you are.
Did you just call me a comma?! Oh, wait…
Your TBD weekend sounds fantastic! And you’re right – it IS healthy!
Yeah – what Sparky said.
See? I told you mid-week you will hear from them…if you don’t hear by Friday the latest either way (and you will…..they are really pretty professional like that) call the recruiter.
Enthusiasm, enthusiasm, enthusiasm!!
Twinkie, what an appropriate name for your best friend. :laughs:
Sparkarella, that sounds perfect. I just need to find out when I’m going to Vermont for my friends’ party. You can’t kidnap me if I’m in Vermont. I already pushed off going there by two months.
Sybil, yes, I did just call you a comma. And it is healthy to have time to yourself. Please remind Dawg of this when I’m gone for the weekend and he’s crying, “where’s my Poppy?!??!” He’s so adorable.
Robin, I will wait to hear from the recruiter this time, but if nothing by Thursday afternoon I will just email to say I’m on a plane to Florida the next day so please deliver good news by phone only. :grins:
Mmmm… I’ll share mine if you share yours???
As for the Chef… I prefer him hot. However, if you see me walking around eating a cold can then you should bend over and kiss your ass goodbye b/c that generally means impending doom.
Its a disaster zone thing.
Dawg, maybe we should schedule sharing time some evening this week, because feeling what’s on your mind is no substitute for you telling me. And I thought that was the case about Chef, that you only eat him cold if you’re in a disaster recovery zone. Yay me for semi sorta remembering something very random!
Hmmm, I am ready for the apocalypse… It will be me and the cockroaches fighting over the cold cans of Chef Boyardee Mini Raviolis…. :laughs: