deeda

sundays are fat days. always. i can always count on my room being a disaster when i get home from church. i truly do not understand why nothing fits on sunday mornings. the jeans that were fabulous the night before now have some strange issue around the thigh area. the adorable top now looks a bit LESS adorable. skirts hug where they should never hug when just a few days ago it looked so *cute*. not my favorite body image day. i make the fat noise most of the day. those of you that have been blessed with hearing that noise........you're welcome. my shoes are my only saving grace. i do love my shoes. i ended up with jeans and some (default) black shirt today, but the shoes! black and white polka dot 3 inch heels. love them! they made everything better. they truly did.

pondering

it has been brought to my attention that i bitch in my blog. i do. that is correct. but why? do we blog about things we feel unable to communicate in any other way? it has also been noted that people speak of God more in blogs. does this fall in the same category? for me, i think, yes. i blog when something is running through my head over and over. once i write it down it's gone. like venting to 7 people about the same injustice that was dealt you on the road this morning. (i think this is more of a girl thing) if i bitched to my friends as much as i bitch blog...... that would be tiresome. to everyone. plus, the random nonsense that floats around in my brain would be gibberish if spoken. only my sisters would get it. it's mostly lines from movies. as a side note... i totally thought gibberish was spelled jibberish

grammar annoyances

really people? *your just lucky*? COME ON!! you're is for you are. your is for owning something. it's truly not that hard. same with there, their and they're. or were and we're. an apostrophe means there are 2 words. 2. can you count? can you?

head wars

i cannot stop this war going on in my brain. or my heart. who knows. i feel anger. sadness. peace. happiness. contentment. annoyance. all the things that have happened and changed since the accident are very conflicting to me. i should be thrilled about things that are bugging the crap out of me. i should be soo angry about others and i am. i should WANT to move fwd in relationships. be it with God or any one else. and still i hold back. i feel closer to certain people and so much farther away from others. i feel tired. and worn out. and done.