No rhyme or reason.
Just for my sanity. The person I get to be when I write is not the person I get to be in the real world. Somewhere in between is the real me...
I’m leaving town next week.
I would like to write that I am escaping to some exotic tropical destination where I can relax, workout, eat healthy and repeat, but I can’t.
Not yet.
I’m looking for a new book to read – something inspirational and motivating OR filled with sex - nothing in between. So if you have a good suggestion please share.
In a few days the heavy demands of work will ease for about 4 months. I am super duper excited. I hope this means that I get to write more! And not just in my journal! I love my job - especially more so now.
The beautiful cooler weather we have been having makes me itch to get outdoors. Not to do anything specific, but just be outside in nature. Maybe out riding my bike in my oh so super sexy cycling helmet.
I love my maid. I am truly in love with her cleaning skills. I think more so, because she continues to return week after week even though she cleans the girls’ room. Have I written lately how much I love my maid?
*sigh*
Next week Mr. Strong and I will be confined together in an RV – all week. I was hoping to have mind blowing sex every day – you know the really nasty satisfying sex you can only have when your kids aren’t around knocking on the door asking “Mommy? Daddy? What are you doing?” - BUT, Mr. Strong is letting someone stay with us, so I’m shit out of luck I guess. Booo.
I went to Barnes & Noble on my lunch break to get Doodlebug some books to help him with his letters and numbers and this book fell off the shelf while I was walking down an aisle.
Seriously?!
WTF?!
I did write earlier that I was looking for a new book to read…(and what is my title above?)
But really though?!
The Universe is throwing books at me now?!
Damn, I better listen!
Do I really care to read this book? Umm NO! But when a book magically falls off a shelf in front of you, you have to think that maybe there is “something” written on the inside that you really need.
Besides, picking it up and paying for it is better than running through the store with crazy arms screaming "There is a Poltergeist near the children's aisle! And it wants me to lose weight!" AAAAAAYYYYYYY!
