It's been a long time since I wrote a wrambling post.
Today my youngest turns 22. TWENTY TWO YEARS OLD! I must have had him when I was 12. 'Cause I am seriously not that old. Nope.
Still on baby watch. I swear to you, this has been the longest labor I have ever known. Truly. She's been in somewhat active labor for almost 6 weeks. My heart goes out to my daughter-in-love. I am just weary FOR her. If I could do it for her, I totally would. Poor thing.
It would be fun if Addysen decided to come today. Being her daddy's birthday and all. I share my birthday with my Daddy and I always thought it was super cool. And he would make a big deal about letting it be MY day.
*sigh* Fingers crossed and praying hard.
I also find out today if I made it into the Boston Marathon. Just posting a qualifying time isn't enough. Too many people and too little slots. The choices are made based on speed. My two minute and 8 second cushion, I fear will not be enough. In all reality, it's okay. My only goal was to actually qualify. BUT, if I do somehow scrape in, flights will be booked and accommodations will be sought. I'm looking at YOU Countess.
And for those naysayers who think that Big Cottonwood is an easy course to qualify on. I ask you: Have YOU run it? Have YOU qualified on it? It's harder than it would seem. People look at the 19 miles of downhill and think it's a piece of cake. Not so much. I'm going to be proud of my accomplishment despite some detracting grumblings going around. Sooo...suck it.
We are back to an empty nest. Kids are back out in an apartment. Just me and the Splenda Daddy rattling around the house. Makes me want to get it all fixed up and sell the sucker. Downsize and get rid of the big yard. Maybe closer to Splenda's work. Decisions, decisions.
I've had some weird allergic reaction to something on my eyes and my lids are all dry, itchy and scaly. I threw out all my make up and have been going "naked" for several days.
It isn't pretty. I frighten people. Good thing I replaced it all and maybe today will try to look normal.
Ever gotten an autumn cold that just kinda lingers? Doesn't blow up into a full on sinus infection or URI requiring serious drugs, just an annoyance?
Jace had a sleep over last night. Fascinates me to watch these dogs be absolutley SO HAPPY to be with each other. Unabashed joy.
People could take a lesson.
Let's talk Breaking Bad. Holy.Smokes!
Seriously, never has a series gotten a hold of my attention like this one has. The writing, the story lines, the characters, the directing. All stellar. Pretty raw and not for everyone, but dang!
Series finale is on Sunday and I approach it with mixed emotions. Part of me is ready for some closure, and part of me will miss these sad, despicable people.
Baby stepping to Sunday night.
Speaking of despicable. Anyone else watching the news lately and just wishing for Jesus to come already?
No? Just me?
On that note - I'm out.
Peace and blessings yo