Life is NOT a highway. It's a NASCAR speedway.

I'm not entirely convinced that there are 24 hours in a day anymore...I think the clocks are conspiring against me (paranoia induced by sleep deprivation??). My life long, night owl tendencies have recently been replaced by falling face first, fully clothed onto my bed at 10 pm sharp! and not budging the next morning until the snooze button has been exhausted. It's ridiculous. I concoct and scheme with myself about the easiest ways to make the frizz ball atop my head presentable for the day so that I can hit that button for another beloved 10 minutes of sleep. I'm an expert at applying makeup via the rear view mirror in my vehicle...learned that from the best, my momma. Yet even with shaving what time I can off the everyday routine, multitasking in a dozen different ways, I still just can't keep up. I'd give up but 5 days from now when I'm rested and recoup'd, I'd hate myself for the mess I let pile up. So here we go again...and again, and again. (I know I'm not the only one singin' this song...)

We've all been battling an especially horrid round of allergies this year. Well, I say allergies...I dunno what the heck is wrong with us all but it's stickin' around like those little green guys on the Mucinex commercial. I pretty much feel like I got a watermelon for a head these days and my ears are STILL constantly itchy. Irritating. Makes for cranky people all confined to one house. After a full 24 hours together, things get really interesting! Josh and I 'bout screamed the house down around us Sunday evening. If you think you've nothing to argue about, find yourself sick and cooped up in the living room all day together, throw a teenage daughter into the mix and see how different your child rearing perspectives really are...and THEN, well, just how passionate are you about your perspective anyhow?

We learned years ago that as much alike as we think, we can be polar opposites just as easily and that we are BOTH equally passionate about our viewpoints. So much for the "united front" theory we been throwin' around. Funny how you can love and hate one person in the course of an hour, how you can want more than life itself to be by their side forever and ever and the next moment wish them to Saturn or any other God forsaken place they could never return from. I can love with the best and hate with the worst...it's somewhere in the middle where I normally reside tho.

So, our house is pretty tough. It survived the screaming match. That's more than I can say for the innocent cell phone that found itself at the bottom of my closet. This is what insurance is for, right? And what I get for complaining about the $4.99 a month it costs me.

I'm always sorry for the way I behave during a fit of rage...but never soon enough. Never before I've spilled every ounce of poison in my guts, never before I've said every mean thing that has crossed my mind, and most certainly, never before I feel I have justified myself. I have GOT to get a handle on my tongue.

And THEN, well, there's the issue of my back. A 22 year old injury has come back to rear its ugly head and I'm learning to function with one or both legs completely numb for most of the day. I worry that I might jump up from this office chair and fall flat of my face one of these days. But, this is another of those issues that would be helped by the loss of about 20 pounds. (as I eat another tamale & drink my diet DP) What ELSE can I pull out of my hat today to complain about? :)

Really tho, life is good and the best part is, life goes ON. I get a brand new morning every single day (which I'm still thinkin' is no longer 24 hours long) and I have all these nifty people around me who think I'm pretty alright even when I do fall flat on my face or behave like a fire breathing dragon!