But aside from that, she's still completely normal
Dear Prancer and Vixen,
Thank you from the bottom of our hearts for the gift cards you sent in the mail. I don’t know who owns the opposable thumbs that helped you send them in the mail, and I can only hope they see this.
With Love, Admiration, Humility, and Thankfulness,
The Wilcox Family
Life is kicking me in the behind right now.
I have a new client, and that’s a great thing, because it means I’m bringing in a small amount of money. And also? Time consuming. That’s been taking up a portion of my brain activity.
We’re still working on the house and various reconstruction. That chaos is taking up a portion of my brain activity. And time.
Logan is going into reader intervention. Brain activity consumed.
Joseph is struggling more than ever and I’m considering homeschooling. SEVERE BRAIN ACTIVITY CONSUMED.
I’m just… Overwhelmed. Consumed. Fed up. Trying to keep my head above water before I drown.
And to top it all off, I can’t attend Blissdom. The money simply isn’t there, and I just don’t see it coming in. This really disappoints me. I write for Blissfully Domestic! I’m part of the One2One Network! I also enjoy it a lot more than BlogHer because it’s a bit more intimate. The only way to make it would be if they wanted me to speak or a sponsorship came through. But I’m too busy hustling my business and surviving our lives right now – I don’t even know how to go about finding a sponsorship. And unless it was a panel on virtual assistance or special needs or just blogging longevity, then I’m out. I’m not a marketing expert. I’m not, well, anything really except here. Present!
I configure beautiful blog posts in my head. And then promptly forget them 3 minutes later.
I’ve GOT to start writing that stuff down, so I can stop writing entries like these.
Out there on the balcony, that guy was not looking at me. He was looking out. I didn’t think he knew I was there. I heard him say, “Mountains or Water?”
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“Mountains or water… Or forest. To live. Where do you want to live?” he asked.
“Why can’t I have all of the above?” asked I.
“No fair,” he said.
Class continued on. We continued to be comfortable around each other but nothing personal. Christmas passed. I don’t remember that Christmas at all. I don’t know why. Maybe I was alone? I don’t think I went home to my parents. New Years passed. Again – don’t remember it at all. It was now 1998. At the end of the month was Super Bowl Sunday.
I went to church, as I usually did on Sunday mornings. He was there. Just a couple of rows ahead of me with his brother (I assumed. I was right.) Again – I hightailed it out of there at the end of services because I didn’t have the courage to talk to him outside of class. He did, but he couldn’t catch me.
That night I went to evening services. Not because I wanted to learn about God, sadly. It was because I was hoping he’d be there. I didn’t hold out much hope, the Super Bowl was on and he was male. Sorry for the stereotype – but still, come on. I was wrong. He was there. He got there before me in fact.
I mustered up all the courage I had. I walked up to him, incredibly nervous, and while eyeing the nearly empty sanctuary, I asked him I could sit next to him.
“Not a problem.”
I’m taking a short break from the internet (blog, twitter, email) etc. I’m sick as a dog with a nasty cold. See you all next week sometime.
Short post today as I left it a little late this morning to write, and I don’t know that I’ll have a chance later.
First… LONGEST WEEK EVER. I knew that this would just be a long week or the shortest week known to man. It is the former.
Then to top it all off… Period shows up. You know, ’cause I don’t have enough going on this week. So I feel like total crap. If it wouldn’t be bad form – considering Friday is my last day – I would call in sick, I feel that bad.
Hopefully I’ll feel better tomorrow, as tomorrow is my goodbye lunch.
And WOTLK comes out tomorrow – meaning midnight tonight. My dad’s going to sit with the kids while they sleep, while Poe and I stand in line for two hours waiting to get our copies on reserve. We are freaks. Only to come home and get up for work three’ish hours later. We are idiots. This is will not help me feel better tomorrow.
Three more days including today. I’ll live. Right? Right?
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