So I've come down with a cold. No fever, no cough, just a little congestion. But I feel like crap. No energy whatsoever. I've managed to lay in bed for an entire 36 hours. This means I've found another use for a man. Someone to go pick up a bottle of brandy. Cherry flavored NyQuil just doesn't go down as smoothly. And a new movie. I've managed to read 2 novels in the past 24 hours. So I guess I'll go for a little walk. If I can't make it past the driveway maybe I'll take a blanket and go lay by the pool.
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I haven't posted alot lately because I've been really busy trying to set up some financial changes. There's a reason I've put this off. First, I had no money so it was rather pointless anyways. Second, it's a lot of friggin' work with what seems like little return, especially when you are dealing with such minor amounts. But I'm doing it.
An interesting phenomenon occurred from not posting - my phone rang. Not just once, but from three different callers. If I get 1 phone call a week I'm lucky, but 3 in one night. That's amazing. Now granted, my phone was turned off so it didn't really ring, but I got the messages. Does this mean that you people would rather read my blog than actually talk to me? Granted, I express myself much better in writing and I do tend to repeat my blog....but hey! I want the phone calls and the readership! Especially since most of you are hitting the blog directly which doesn't track stats. I can't even tell if you're there any more. I feel so abandoned. Lots of smiles. Hava a happy day my imaginary readers.
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Maybe I don't need to get rid of the kids after all. My main complaint about this whole arrangement is that there's no time for me to do what I want. I can't run unless it's at their pace. And that's only when they're willing to go. I have to watch what they want to watch, etc., etc., etc. Seems like a minor selfish complaint, but you have to realize. I don't get a babysitter on a regular basis. I don't go to the gym. I'm either at work, or at home taking care of the kids. There's really no in between. But this weekend I set up my room, to be - well - my room. I put a little TV and a boxing set in my room. This gives me a place to work out when the kids want to just hang out. I can chill in my own little place. Novel idea, I know. When I was a kid my room was my haven, but somehow I forgot how to create that necessary space. Ahhh peace.
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