My boobs were my tools of the trade for almost 20 months.

Once my youngest daughter weaned herself from the Magical Boob Juice, the fun really began!

(And by fun we all know I mean chaos!)

Pull up a chair, sit a while, read a few pages.

Keep and open mind and a joyful heart and you too can get pumped into the world of The Milk Maid.


4/3/07

Crappie is a fish... and a mood.

Guess the title says it all, huh? The blahs have found my address and moved in once more just in time to help me throw a mini-pity party.


I'm guessing it's hormone related, but isn't everything? We ride the tide in and out on our little moodie-boards and have very little control over where we wash. I feel like I just took a face plant in the sand... on a rock.


I could make a huge list of all my worries and trepidations here for you to mull over, but why drag you, my loyal friends and readers, down into my abyss. Let's just keep it brief, and say nothing has gone right this week. Or last week. Other than my internet pals, I have no one that I can open up to. That's my fault for being the lone wolf of the bunch. I feel like that moody, brooding teenager full of angst who sat in her bedroom writing poetry and novels. Even in my own short stories and novels, my character was always typecast to be the outsider.


Well, enough wallowing for one day. Thanks for wading thru the surf of discontent with me. Maybe tomorrow I will have something a little more light hearted to share.
"Uh Oh... My Tail Fell Off"

4 comments:

alicia said...

Awww, I am sorry you are having such a bad day, week, weeks..i hope things get better for you! Smile and keep your head up!

Unknown said...

I am so sorry! I know how those weeks are and yes I don't open up very well at all! I hope things get better! Email me if you want to vent! mgrube12 at yahoo dot com

The Mother Hen said...

Those weeks just suck and they are so hard to turn around. You and I need to exchange emails and phone #s It's nice to talk in person. I'm here for ya!!! berrymomnw @ comcast.net

Anonymous said...

I can totally relate to these feelings. I thought they might go away after those horrible teen years, but alas, I still feel like the outcast, no matter how nice and outgoing I try to be. For what it's worth, I think a whole lot of you. After all, we were pregnancy buddies! The tides will turn and it won't be long before you're riding high again!