Echoes.

What is it about going somewhere out of town that, no matter how much fun you have, you always breathe a sigh of relief when coming home?
Even if the house is a wreck, as mine was.
Even if there is no laundry done, as mine wasn’t.
There’s just something about sitting on your own couch that no other feeling can replicate.

I wish I’d had a good night’s rest, but I didn’t.
I can’t really explain why.
Perhaps it’s the several tons of junk food that I ate this weekend in the pursuit of fried happiness.

My trainer will be so pissed on Tuesday, but you know what? A little anger is good for the soul.
I’m simply helping her process feelings better than she might have otherwise.

Besides. We haven’t had the nutrition talk yet. So this weekend doesn’t count.

I went into Tennessee to visit with my soon-to-be sister in law Amanda and my BIL Jesse.
Jesse’s quite the hottie and Amanda’s quite the beautiful lady.
I can’t help but think they’ll have gorgeous kids.
Not that that really has much to do with anything.
Just a random observation that slips out do to my overwhelming tiredness.

I’m still pissed about JC.
I clicked on the contact all friends and favorites list – a good majority I already know how to reach.
But it seemed easier than going down the line when all that just pissed me off more.
It seems a weak excuse to me when I know just what Dave went through trying to keep ITW going.
How much money came out of his own pocket.
How working on it was a full time job for him – in addition to his actual full time job.
And it was just him!

So to come suddenly and say they can’t do it anymore without any warning or software malfunction – I have to give them low marks.

Whether or not it was a shoddy site or not doesn’t really matter – it was much better suited than this one for noting and reply purposes and I’m going to miss that very basic format.

Abbey was a terror this morning.
Not in the ‘hang her by her toes’ way, but in the way that suggests that things are moving right along with her hormones.
She left her hair curly – it’s getting curly as she gets older… where the hell did she get that from?!!? – for the Easter egg hunt yesterday at the church with Melissa and her two siblings…
(Slight interruption here as I ponder the humor of allowing kids to search for Easter eggs on church grounds that also hosts a haunted house on Halloween and then telling me, the CATHOLIC, that I’m going to hell…)
… she didn’t seem to realize it would be very interesting the next morning when she woke up.
And it was.
And it was THE. END. OF. HER. LIFE.
Apparently bad hair days are much more traumatic than they used to be – and the fact that I had warned her it would happen in the hopes of getting her to shower before bed didn’t matter because her SOUL had withered due to the frizzy mass of tangles.
And then she burned her finger with the straightener.
DO YOU HEAR ME?
BURNED her FINGER.
I tried to call the hospital to get the Med to send the helicopter, but no such luck.
Apparently she’ll just have to live with it today.

Doesn’t anyone understand that that’s too much to deal with in one day? A soul withering and a burned finger?
Life is SO unfair.

Welcome to my world.
Step in, the water’s tumultuous.