Mrs Groovy

I miss writing. There have been several times I’ve thought oh I should write about that but I didn’t for one reason or another. Then my whole other site getting hacked really made me stop and think. Evaluate if I really wanted to have all that other stuff. I’ve moved it each time, some still left back at diaryland, some lost or broken in the moves. My hosting came up and I had to decide do I want to keep everything is really that important for me to keep all of it, together?

Then my husband and I were having a disagreement about something I remembered it one way, he another… I wanted to go check my site to see if I had written about it. Then I remembered I hadnt written anything. I like having a place for my thoughts. I like being able to write down my memories because lord knows I have the worst memory.

So I paid for my hosting and I’ll just take it for what its worth.

Which is, a place for me to remember me.

Yep. I think it’s true. I am done with bloggin. Thanks for following my journey.

This is my third day helping my husband out at work. There is no way I could do this on a regular basis because damn am I tired. Yesterday after working with him for a little over 8 hours my legs were so tired. I still managed to get my walk in which is good but I sure as heck didn’t want to do it. I didn’t protest too much when he brought home high calorie Mexican food though.

Just now I thought I’d check my old site and damned if it wasnt hacked. I’ll have to spend hours trying to figure that shit out. Hackers suck.

Off to slave for the man.

Bullet style -

• My son hates karate and so do I. It isn’t like before when we went. For one thing Mr C is a fake and no longer even cute. I think he shaves his eyebrows, who does that?
• he took his IRI and aced it. We both walked out of there beaming!
• the daily medication he’s taking can cause depression (gee thanks) He has been much more moody and clingy. We’re I’m just watching him and we’ll I’ll take it from there.
• I know he’s lonely and missing kids his age. Its so hard to reach out… must work at it harder.

• My daughter is doing pretty good. I know she too misses her friends and she tries to keep in touch with them but its just harder now.
• We went shopping to the “big mall” just her and I. We went to the book store. We might have liked to look around more but we had Duke and 7lbs of dog is a lot heavier on your shoulder than one would think.
• She got High Honors for last semester. In turn she was able to take an extra class and she’s taking video production. Pretty cool!
• She’s still my girl though… she is me at her age mood and outlook wise. Maybe even a little more jaded. But she’s me alright.

• My Mom is doing well. I’ve gotten back in the habit of not calling as often or visiting daily. I don’t want to get back in that habit. She’s off oxygen which is really good.
• I’m spending the day with her Saturday, helping her put up some curtains and doing her taxes.

• The dogs are the dogs. Duke is fitting in nicely if you consider being a huge trouble maker fitting in.

• The husband is the husband. Working too much for nothing. Not home often enough.

• Me, I’m me. I have ups, I have downs. I was sick and I am well. I am stressed and overwhelmed on any given day and some days are just so good and so much fun being with my kids.
• I took my MIL to buy a wii and wii fit because “we own one”. The kids and I helped her hook it up and spent the afternoon with them. It was enjoyable.
• I’m walking almost every day again, mostly in the evening. The kids put in a movie we can all watch and I walk and watch with them. Its a nice distraction. I’ve also managed to get my laptop on there a couple of times.
• I am not weighing myself and I haven’t changed my eating habits a whole lot. I’m working on it…
• I’m happy… I’m sad. I love my life and at times wonder what it’d be like if it were different. I love my family and they annoy me beyond belief.

That’s it… living life as it happens. One day at a time, trying to make it through the rough times and sailing through on the good times. Looking for the next smile and being thankful for the current smile.