Some of you who live outside of the Davidson County line may not be aware that my hormones are rollercoastering ( since I've been spreading the news). I'm changing my entire lifestyle to get healthier.. I remember at the beginning of the year my mantra was "health and wealth" and I'll be damn... it's November and the health part is starting to kick in. Now to the wealth..
The other night I dreamed that I was sitting in a hotel room with Donald Trump or maybe it was an amusement park, but he was handing me cash and writing me checks. It was very strange. In the past week, I've dreamt about Brad Pitt,(who wouldn't) and the girl who plays Charlotte on Private Practice and somebody else who has slipped my mind. Wondering if it's the black cohosh or Valerian or some herbal tea I've been drinking. I've been known to have celebrity dreams before like this, oh yah, just remembering the Brad pitt dream.. He and I were a couple and this spaceship that looked like one of those mean guys in Star Wars in the white uniforms, came out of the sky and landed and took Brad who suddenly had on a Prince outfit to his true love and I was left standing on a cold dark street. I think her name was Angelina...
Anyway,
So much has happened and then not happened in my bloggy absence. I've had to learn to be still, I mean really still and silent and learn some things about myself. It's been cool and scary as hell all at the same time. When you've never had an anxiety attack before and suddenly you're afraid if you go into the Kroger after 8:00 pm you could wind up doing alternative nostril breathing in the fresh fruit aisle.. it takes you back a bit.
But Shawn, my favorite husband of all time has been a trooper even when I burst into tears because I forgot to get Daisy's flea medicine. I also cried through the entire first act of Wicked and my mother in law was like " YOU ARE HORMONAL". IT'S WICKED!!! and I was on the 5th row. I'm like "but she didn't get on the broom, she didn't go with her!!!" DEADPAN FACE from the girls and Memaw. Okay so send me to a home.
One thing that's gotten me through the first half of my forty fourth year is this little whirling dervish. Carlos Santana Stitch Dodd
Carlos likes a good raw chicken leg, seeking out cat turds, and a really expensive shoe to chew on.. He's half pug, and half French Bulldog and quite the clown.
Daisy's finally gotten used to him after a month or two and now just gives me this frequent look.. like where the hell is my bone.. he gets one everyday so he won't chew up every shoe and magazine under this roof..
Another thing happening in my absence is Grace's gymnastics season is flying by. She and I had the pleasure of staying at this fantastic place in the Smokey Mountains before the Knoxville meet about a month ago before I'd figured out what was going on with me.. So i didn't enjoy it near as much as she did, at the time I was still eating sugar and drinking caffeine and the woman who owns the place made me, and I mean MADE ME eat Buttermilk Pie, French toast like I'd never seen, and some other chocolate thing and by then I knew that alot of this was made worse by sugar.. that was a rough night.. But the meet was great and I do want to go back.. I'd hate to associate the Smokey's with hyperventilating and hot flashes.
Grace was the only kids there and you can see that she really hated that..
She loved that we had our name on a board when you walked into the foyer..
And just in case you wondered.. yes. We are still an episode on HGTV..
But getting closer..
Now off to watch my Thursday night shows that hopefully won't send me over the edge.. My wednesday night tapings include the funniest show on TV, Modern Family and the most horrifying "American Horror Story".. find me someone as interesting to watch as Jessica Lange.. I dare you.. LOL She is AHMAZING!!! I would love to have dinner with her and Sam Shepard.. wow. is all. Hmmm. Maybe I'll dream it tonight..
The other night I dreamed that I was sitting in a hotel room with Donald Trump or maybe it was an amusement park, but he was handing me cash and writing me checks. It was very strange. In the past week, I've dreamt about Brad Pitt,(who wouldn't) and the girl who plays Charlotte on Private Practice and somebody else who has slipped my mind. Wondering if it's the black cohosh or Valerian or some herbal tea I've been drinking. I've been known to have celebrity dreams before like this, oh yah, just remembering the Brad pitt dream.. He and I were a couple and this spaceship that looked like one of those mean guys in Star Wars in the white uniforms, came out of the sky and landed and took Brad who suddenly had on a Prince outfit to his true love and I was left standing on a cold dark street. I think her name was Angelina...
Anyway,
So much has happened and then not happened in my bloggy absence. I've had to learn to be still, I mean really still and silent and learn some things about myself. It's been cool and scary as hell all at the same time. When you've never had an anxiety attack before and suddenly you're afraid if you go into the Kroger after 8:00 pm you could wind up doing alternative nostril breathing in the fresh fruit aisle.. it takes you back a bit.
But Shawn, my favorite husband of all time has been a trooper even when I burst into tears because I forgot to get Daisy's flea medicine. I also cried through the entire first act of Wicked and my mother in law was like " YOU ARE HORMONAL". IT'S WICKED!!! and I was on the 5th row. I'm like "but she didn't get on the broom, she didn't go with her!!!" DEADPAN FACE from the girls and Memaw. Okay so send me to a home.
One thing that's gotten me through the first half of my forty fourth year is this little whirling dervish. Carlos Santana Stitch Dodd
Daisy's finally gotten used to him after a month or two and now just gives me this frequent look.. like where the hell is my bone.. he gets one everyday so he won't chew up every shoe and magazine under this roof..
Another thing happening in my absence is Grace's gymnastics season is flying by. She and I had the pleasure of staying at this fantastic place in the Smokey Mountains before the Knoxville meet about a month ago before I'd figured out what was going on with me.. So i didn't enjoy it near as much as she did, at the time I was still eating sugar and drinking caffeine and the woman who owns the place made me, and I mean MADE ME eat Buttermilk Pie, French toast like I'd never seen, and some other chocolate thing and by then I knew that alot of this was made worse by sugar.. that was a rough night.. But the meet was great and I do want to go back.. I'd hate to associate the Smokey's with hyperventilating and hot flashes.
And just in case you wondered.. yes. We are still an episode on HGTV..
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