Mood altering drugs

Is there anything better to lift your mood than a new handbag?  Specifically, the 2009 Income Tax Refund Commemorative Handbag?  'Cause if it's paid for with a refund, it's really FREE!!!!  (do NOT argue my logic.  I am most correct on this.  Ask any woman.)


Friday's are casual at work - meaning I get to wear jeans.  With a black top, these shoes and my 2009 Commemorative Handbag.  Cute, right?  And, because it makes me giggle,  zebra underwear.  Too much information?

Hugs for Brenda!!!

Happy Birthday, Brenda!!!!  I hope you have a wonderful day, full of hugs and kisses and small children guessing your age to be 14!!!   I love you!!!

Try not to overdo it on the pirate juice, 'kay?  ;)

Start the water works

I came home tonight to find these on my doorstep:

Start the water works.  There's a note with them - it's not signed and I don't recognize the handwriting.  If I had to guess . . . no.  I don't want to guess and risk insulting anybody if I guess wrong. 

Somebody came to my pity party!  (tear)  I have the best family!!!  I really do. 

I'll be out of my funk soon, truly I will.  I have just a few more "estate" things to take care of and that chapter will be closed.  Three of my broken things got fixed.  My kids love me.  My family loves me.  Marlon loves me.  Even my psycho cat loves me.  I am blessed. 

Thank you, whoever left me beautiful flowers.  I'd give you a big hug if I knew which one you were.  Oh heck, I'll just give you all big hugs.  Mike and Gary like that.

I gave myself permission

So where have I been?  I've been home.  I miss my Daddy.  I have a whole bunch of stuff that's not working right at my house and I have to figure out how to fix it.  It can get overwhelming, all of this broken stuff that I don't know how to fix.  Daddy would have fixed it for me, I would have taken him to Chilero's for carne asada tacos.  We liked that arrangement.  A lot. 

And I miss my Mom.  Mom loved Easter.  You remember the home made Easter candy - the peanut butter cups?  And the solid milk chocolate rabbits?  And those beautiful panorama sugar eggs?  Did Mom ever tell anyone why she loved Easter so much?  Easter makes me think of Mom.   

So I've been home.  Not posting anything, because I've been blue.  And not wanting to admit it.   I really don't want any sympathy for it - because it's my stuff, and I have to deal with it.  I really just want to stay in bed with the covers over my head, but I have to go to work.  They pay me and kinda expect me to show up. 

I've been avoiding blogger and facebook and talking to my sister.  Because she would hear in my voice that I'm not OK and I didn't want to burden her with my stuff.  But I talked to her this weekend.  And she gets it.  I miss her, too.  

Anyway.  I gave myself permission to be blue.  There aren't any comments allowed - I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me, or offer suggestions, or tell me to pull my head out of my a$$.  I'll figure it out.  Giving myself permission has helped.  It's been acknowledged, that's better than hiding it.  I'll get over it.  And Mom and Dad will be proud - 'cause dang!  They've raised some intelligent, resourceful kids.