Normally I wouldn't write about this.
(who am I lying to? of course I would.)
Random Photos. Totally unrelated to this post. Because they make me happy.
Part of my backyard.
Keep in mind this post has nothing to do with the kitchen table. Or home redo's.
Once a month I feel so behind the 8 ball.
I hate my hair.
My tooth looks weird. *just one
I have issues with all the relationships in my life.
Including the one with my paint brush.
More of the backyard. Summer '09
I doubt everything I am or ever will be, IF I can even be anything else. I just feel so OFF.
Was that day.
Note to self: Never answer an early morning phone call from the devil.
That may seem kinda, well, extreme, shall we say?
One of the paths in our backyard. Summer '09
However, I have this rule, NOT TO ANSWER THE PHONE WHEN CERTAIN PEOPLE CALL. (and it's around that time of the month, ehem!)
Not that these people are bad. No, I love them.
It's just they rob, choke, steal, grab, kill (yes, kill), distort, mutilate, etc. any hopes for a good day.
Am I the only one who has these folks around them?
You know? You love them. But the drama is TOO huge that you're looking at their hand thinking they've just been dismembered and all you see is a hang nail or maybe an overgrown cuticle. You keep studying their hand for signs of mutilation, you're about to hyperventilate along with them, and then after you've gotten so stirred the dawning light breaks through. YOU ANSWERED THE PHONE AND BROKE YOUR OWN RULE!!! Idiot!!
The people, poor souls, live in a daily frenzy. Everything is drama. And it's victim drama. Now, I'm not saying that I'm perfect. Goodness, not close. But victim drama is really tiresome. If everything is against a person, how could they be in peace. How do they operate? It must be hell for them.
More of the backyard. Fall '09
Now, today is a different day. So I can write about this.
My entire day. Yep, the whole thing, was like a train derailment. It was awful.
Why did I let it get to me? I know some one may be saying, Oh, just brush it off and get on with the day. What's the big deal?
I received a punch to the left jaw. Didn't see it coming. Was thrown face down on the mat, their foot in my rib cage. 5-4-3-2....I was down, but not out.
A tree in our backyard.
She left in the late afternoon.
I loved her. I hugged and kissed her and watched her drive off.
From that moment a sense of relief washed over me as I walked up the driveway to the house.
Camping trip. Summer '09
To hear my sons shouting, "Mommy, Lily pooped in the bedroom again!!"