This has been a very long last couple of weeks. School getting started, oldest moving back into the dorm, I turned 40 and one of those monsters gave me killer germs. I’ve been fighting this cold/flu/snotfest forever it seems. I finally went to the doctor Thursday and got an inhaler and antibiotics and so far it’s not doing the job.
Then last night I was eating a nice piece of Godiva chocolate my friend sent me for my birthday and guess what… I broke a tooth. So tomorrow I get to call the dentist and see what he can do for me. I HATE dentists. I have to sedate myself to go. I’m an adult and I should act like one but I don’t always do and I am not ashamed.
So my postings have been sporadic and they probably always will be. I’m not a schedule kind of gal. I don’t eat the same thing for breakfast every day. Some days I get dressed and some days I don’t. I never go to bed at a decent time and half the time I am indecent. I’m not a PTA mom. Those ladies are evil. I would rather have lunch with prison inmates at least you know if they are going to shank you.
I RARELY drink hot anything. I love ice tea lemonade and ice coffee even if it is 20F outside.
I love strange news stories. The stranger the better. I also love strange facts and trivia.
I read 3-4 books a week. Usually it’s cheesy chick lit. Sometimes you will find me reading up on a spiritual topic. I am a Reiki Master, I believe in karma and yet I can still be a bitch and know it’s going to come back and get me but sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do.
That’s enough for now.
I have to sedate myself to just call a dentist . . . you are ahead of the game; however, breaking it while savoring a hunk of Godiva chocolate is just wrong and worthy a few extra good karma points from the universal karma judges.