Tuesday, January 15, 2013


Just a normal week for me. I finally get two days off, and I have to get up early to take my car in. That's just wonderful. Life's little games. I did, and than I went to the mall and walked around,...nothing screamed to come home with me,...and finally came home and fell asleep on the couch. Did NOTHING alllll day. Even went out and got subs for dinner. I'm just tired. I have to get going back to the gym.That bronchitis kicked my butt. I'm back to not wanting or feeling like working out. I wanna stay home and nap on the couch with the computer and kitteh. I don't know. Anyways~ my mom is hanging in there. She has been sick too,...so I know that's not helping her much right now. She's still not driving either. I mean I don't want her to, but she's gotta really work at trying to get her motor skills and speaking back. I mean I guess she doesn't have to, but if she wants her life back to the way it was, she's going to have to work a lot harder. I have to see how this will work out I guess. At least my one brother and sister are both up there to watch over her. Meanwhile,...we still have done NOTHING to this house to get it up for sale. This can't be that hard,....I mean really? I'm just a little behind in my getting back to normal phase I had set up in head for this year. I was hoping we'd be out of here by July,...(happy birthday to me!), but it's not looking that way at all. One of my closest neighbor friends just sold her house, packed up, and moved in less than 3 months! I'm so happy for her, because she couldn't wait to get outta here too, but I miss her horribly. Sometimes its just nice knowing someone's there, ya know? And she loved animals like I do. I really do miss her, but I know she'll be so much better off and happier in her new place,....so good for her. Soooooo,...that's all in my little (boring) world. It's better off this way, trust me.

Saturday, January 12, 2013

GLAD the holidays are over

So work is kicking my butt even tho all the holidays are over. (Thank you God.) I've been trying to get back to normal, and BAM! as soon as I do, between my mom having that stroke, and than me coming down with bronchitis, it hasn't been very fun the last few weeks. I'm still taking the last of three antibiotics I was given by the doctor. (But at least I caught it somewhat early.) So I decided and told my husband tonight that Monday I will start back at the gym. I have to do a solid few months at least to see any change that I can really notice. I was just starting to see little changes in myself from the last few months of working out, but since Thanksgiving and this week I worked out only one solid week. That SUCKS. I'll get back into it tho. Today I worked a long day, and I work tomorrow and Sunday, but have Monday and Tuesday off. I have to bring my car in Monday morning to have my tires aligned. I feel like I can never get ahead. I've also decided to start saving up to get a Keurig coffee maker. A nice one. And now that Target is matching prices from Amazon I'm sure I can get a great deal. Nothing else new really. Our 23rd anniversary is coming up on Jan. 21st. 23 YEARS! Whew,....it's been a ride. I hope we do something fun to celebrate. My aunt and uncle are down from Sag Harbor, and they just celebrated their 50th. When my hubby and I can say that, I'll really be happy. I take a lot of pride in how long we've been together, and the fact they we are still happy and love each other, and actually like each other still. I think a lot of people make that mistake. They love each other, but don't really like each other. I mean my husband and I have our moments like anyone else,...but we do like watching movies, or our shows,...and we "get" the same things. I mean, we genuinely get along and have fun a lot of the time just doing nothing. I don't think it should be any other way really, but that's just me. We have some neighbors that are so busy in their own lives that don't even know whats going on with the other. I mean that's like a recipe for disaster if you ask me. Yeah,...time for me to go. I don't need to be concerning myself with other peoples problems,...I have enough of my own to contend with.

Friday, January 4, 2013

He's always been there even when he wasn't

Just got home from work and I'm watching Sex and the City. I so LOVE this show. I NEVER get sick of it. I love the story of Carrie and Big,...it reminds me of my husband and I, and the breaking up after 13 years, and getting back together and him finally realizing that he wanted to marry me. Soooo us. It makes me realize how lucky I am that we have a happy ending to our love story. I'm so proud of us both,- of finding each other again, and getting back together,...and really making it work. It wasn't easy, I can tell you that. It really wasn't. There was some very bumpy times. I almost thought we wouldn't make it, but we have, and we're BOTH HAPPY, and I couldn't ask for, or ever find a better man than him. He really is my knight in shining armor, my hero, my everything. After 23 years,(this Jan.21st!,) I still miss him when he's not around,...or out playing poker,....I smile as soon as he walks thru the door,...I just love him, and actually like him too. That says a lot. He's known my parents, my father,(who died in '94,) and I knew his parents, (who died in '98, and 2001.) We've been thru SO MUCH together it's scary. I don't know if I could honestly be with anyone else. I mean I tried when we split up,...and it was hard,(very hard,) but believe it or not,...the guy I dated, actually asked me to marry him (with a ring and everything,) and I said no. I honestly couldn't see myself being married to anyone but my Bear. For real. I would've ended up alone than marry someone other than my Bear. I knew he was the one. (As they say on SATC.)  Eventually I want to get a tattoo that says; Meant to be,....but in french. That's what I want. Maybe in that white ink that I keep seeing on Pinterest. I LOVE those tattoos. Or some sorta watercolor thingy,...I don't know. We were/are MEANT TO BE. We are. No relationship is perfect, I know this, and my Bear and I are NOT. We have our fights, and our petty, stupid, little disagreements, but he's always MY BEAR.