Quiet Saturday Morning....What to do?

Wow! Shhhhh it's quiet! I just realized that I would blog more if I had a new keyboard and a comfy chair...what an excuse! lol
So, we sold my son's Jr Dragster last weekend. It was kind of bittersweet, but he will end up with another one. He wanted to go to Disneyland with some of the money, so that cheered us all up! No one can be sad at Mickey's house, and if you can, then you need to be on meds!
Of course I had to wear my sparkly ears and my tiara. Together, they look like 1 piece and everyone asks where I got them...but I don't give away my secret =) I get to be the only Princess Minnie there, and that tickles me.
My hubby got on a roller coaster and shocked the daylights out of me. It wasnt a super skeery one, but he doesn't like drops and dips...but he liked it! My son talked him in to getting on it, he is too short to ride by himself, and I was fighting a head cold, so I wasnt about to do it.
The only down side to the weekend was the 7 hour ride home with no AC and it was over 90 the whole way, AND I had a full blown cold by then. NO FUN!

A couple of weeks ago, I opened my graphics program up for the first time in forever. I forgot how much I love doing it! All the pretty colors and things you can do!
This is what I have been up to

Mom Guilt, Bank Robbery and Warm Weather

Today was one of those days in Kentucky where we are famous for our wacky weather. It hit 60 degrees I believe, which means sinus colds all around tomorrow after being as low as single digits for the last few weeks. On the upside my pain was down to a dull roar. It was one of those times where I was scared to do anything because I didn't want to jinx myself and it was Sunday so i mostly hung out on the couch all day and read trashy historical mail order bride romance novels. And think. Lots of thinking. It's funny the amount of things that can run through your mind on a normal Sunday. Why is the sky blue? Why was I born with brown eyes? Things like that. And...big things like, how to pull of a bank heist ...you know...the usual. I started back on my Cymbalta today and I am preparing for the 5 days of hell as my body adjusts to it again. Today is horrible dry mouth and a bit of moodiness with little appetite. Moving on to tomorrow which will be homicidal t

Hitting the Wall...Crash & Burn

Most days I can flow along like nothings wrong, even if I'm feeling a little rough around the edges. I can move past the brain fog, push past the aches and pains and just live survive. I may get a little cranky, quiet or overly perky. It just depends on the level of what ever is going on. Then there are the days where you're swimming along, just floating down stream and someone hits the flusher and your whirling away. It happens fast and you can't stop it. Things start hurting, I get so tired and my body slows down to the point that I can literally count my heart beats because I can feel it. Heavy arms and legs, dizzy head, the works. This is a little harder to motor through and usually where I have to SAY something out loud about how I'm feeling. Today was one of those days. The best I can describe is it cruising along at the speed limit and suddenly spinning out and hitting the wall. Most of the time when this happens I don't even get the o

Well, Here We Are!

Ok, so...here I am alone, just like I like it. I never seem to get enough alone time these days! I guess when writing a blog, alone isn't where you want to be, but I guess that part comes later now, doesn't it?! First things first. Spelling and punctuation.. Sometimes, there may not be any! I am an intelligent person. BUT, sometimes, I make typos... I am a PRINCESS, I am not PERFECT. There is a difference. There will be NO internet spelling Nazis here. Second: I most usually always speak my mind. It is therapeutic. If you hold things in, it's toxic, and all sorts of nasty things happen, you get stressed and stress leads to belly fat and gross things like pimples and headaches ! Third: I am a gear head. I love cars, the louder and nastier the better. Quite a weird hobby for a Princess, no? Horsepower ROCKS! I let my 11 year old drive a Jr dragster, which some will compare to a go cart...i guess that is a sufficient comparison, if a go cart can run 70

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