BostonStrong

Still in my depression. The only thing that made today different was going out with Munky for a walk, which was absolutely wonderful. The birds, ducks, lizards, frogs,...it was Wonderland for her, and she was in total heaven! We were outside for almost 3 hours,-it was great. Nothing else new,....I had to check in here. The Boston Marathon bombing really shook me up. Scared me beyond belief. This world is such a crazy place. I'm not so sure I'm wrong in how I feel about it, BUT,...people sure came thru when they were needed most on that day. It's a true miracle only 3 people died.(AND I DON'T TAKE THAT THREE LIGHTLY EITHER.) I'm just trying to understand the WHY of it all, along with millions of others. My husband grew-up in Ipswich, Mass.,....and ever since going to two of his high school reunions, I've wanted to move up there. It is like another world. The people are so wonderful, and friendly to each other,...the food and restaurants are absolutely AMAZING,....and the history, the beaches, Boston shopping, not to mention the Red Sox, Fenway Park, and my favorite sport-the Boston Bruins,....all unbelievably spectacular. I couldn't get enough. I honestly would have moved up there 15 years ago if my hubby had said OK. I've never seen the change of seasons like the little bit I did when I was there, and it was like nothing I had ever seen before. GORGEOUS. The down side? Every single person my husband went to school/college with all had degrees and no one could get a job. They all worked blue collar jobs to just work. That sucked to hear. I mean actual lawyers driving Frito Lay trucks doing deliveries just for a job doesn't cut it. So yeah. We never moved up there. So the Boston Marathon bombing was quite a shock and thankfully everyone we know up there are all accounted for. Good bless the people up there, all who were involved, there, and who helped when it counted. Boston Strong. That's how they are. They won't ever back down. They never stop. They never surrender. BostonStrong. (Wish I was one of them.)

Just a trap I'm In

I'm off today and I'm relieved. Work is nothing near like it used to be, but I still love my days off. I get to sit home like my husband and do whatever I want. Right now he's napping,and I'm watching one of my favorite movies,(The Parent Trap with Lindsay Lohan. This is BEFORE she gets all weird looking and screwed up,) and I'm on here writing. Things are being taken one day at a time. (If it were up to my husband, we'd take it all one moment at a time, which we actually do, thats why we aren't getting anything done around this house to move.) Tomorrow I get paid and I'll be going to the bookstore to buy another french book, and making a payment on this beautiful turquoise and diamond ring I found on EBay. Yeah,.....this is my boring little life. This is short and sweet,...(like I am and try to be.)

The way I was

So I'm still blanketed in depression. My doctor has added another prescription in addition to the other one I take for depression and anxiety,....and we will see if I can dig my way out yet. I can't seem to totally get back to where I was before everything happened. Will I ever go back to the gym and LOVE and ADORE it like I used to? Will I ever be the same person again? I have to face facts,.....ya know? I feel like I've lost my memory, and I'm starting over or something. Still doing nothing to this house to get outta here. My husband is as bad as I am, except he's NOT working and/or getting outta the house five days a week. I don't know if that's good or bad, but I'll tell ya one thing,.....I get jealous as hell that he stays home, and naps all day, and stays up all night,.....me?,.....I have to go by my work schedule, and I get aggravated. I don't and won't start fights about it, but it does bother me. Anyhow,....still eBay-ing, and found some beautiful stuff on there,...and tons more just waiting for me to snatch up! Boy,- if I really had money, I'd be dangerous. (Famous last words,...I know.) Anyways!~ I've also found this show called L.A.Frock Stars on a station called Smithsonian, and it's about the owner of (my favorite-never-been-to-store-that-I-covet-and-dieing-to-go-to-one-day,) The Way We Wore,-it's in L.A. This show is like my dream come true. I swear to you, I LOVE this show. I love the store, the owner, the clothes,....I wish I'd thought of it. I'd love to shop there one day. So yeah,.....the way I was. This is me now I guess in more ways than one. How sad.