Hrm.

Lots goin' on here folks. Getting car back today, can't wait, it's gonna be fancy, and I will be in love. B and I had a fanTASTIC Wednesday. We laid low. We laid high. We people watched. We made breakfast, and planned to not have any plans. We wandered through an antique store, which really looked like my house but a touch more organized. Found an anchor with an old chain that I am still thinking about. It was rusty, old, and I bet tasted like salt. Not that I would taste said anchor, but I bet it woooould taste like salt. I opened up to B which felt pretty doggone good. I'm not exactly the "opening up" type. You see, this is a product of rejection. Rejection is one of thos things that can't be avoided. It's a natural product of life, and is a helper to bring us to the neccesary places we are supposed to be at.

It's always the same and that's just a shame, that's all. That's all. Phil Collins has a lot of great points. I should listen to him more. Day to day got you down? Me too. Working hard at getting away from it all. While other's wives live on "daddy's" money, I actually make a living. I'm thankful for that position, although, there are far too many who make it look easy living in debt. Ah. It's their debt at least. Many things to look forward to, the beach, more time with B, wedding, going to Sue's. I'm excited. I can't forget that life is really all about me. That last part was a little rich, but I have the skills to pay the bills, the stuff to back it up. So sue me.

Reflective is where you find me. Breaking through these windows you swore were closed. Banging on the doors that supposedly were locked. This is us. This is where we are, and it aint so bad. Dog pile, cuddle blanket. Sewing pillows and forgetting about the rough seas. Flea marketing, repurposing and forgetting. Me likey. But don't worry about me, because I'm doing great! Just worry about yourself, and the rest will be easy. That advice will never let you down!

Is "juicing" a lifestyle? Think about it.

Chocolate!

I'm obsessed with chasing happiness. And doughnuts. Which are one and the same.

Kenny Chesney

I'm just going to spell it out here. Burn out. A topic so exponentially toxic and horrible that no one enjoys facing or experiencing. B and I have IT. We have burnout. Not with each other, because when we actually have time together we are traveling, crunching in so many activities we want to to do together that we don't have a chance to even focus on just hanging out. We are both beyond burned out with our jobs. Living just shouldn't be this hard. It shouldn't. I'm wishing for something dramatic to happen so things can change for the both of us. I can't stand that we just have to "hang in." What if we can't? What if it's all too much? No one discusses when it's all too much. I read about Brandon Marshall this morning. The football player came out and has told everyone about Borderline Personality Disorder. Which he has, and I applaud a person for admitting, "Hey, I need help, " and "Hey, something isn't right." Mr. Marshall, I'm proud of you. For having the gumption instead of wavering and waiting, to stand up and say there's a problem here. This may be mine and B's solution. We have to tell someone. I suppose my first step is telling you. Times are way too tough to be hanging out on a line by ourselves. Wednesday may be our laying low day. It may have to be, punching in and out of these time lines we have are wearing us thin. Thank God we have each other to cling to.