If doozy is a word, then it smells like lavender and vanilla….

it’s a doozy…this headache of mine. it hit me at about 5 yesterday…lasted through nate’s spring concert (he did great)…and all through the night…and here it is this morning…still a doozy.

is doozy even a word?

so that’s my blog. i really have nothing else…only this doozy of a headache.

maybe it’s just the month of may…maybe my head will stop hurting in june.

dharma (on dharma and greg…keep up!) said this morning that a headache is a symptom of some kind of unresolved issue…

duh! is there ever a point when ALL the issues of life are completely resolved? if i did resolve all my issues, i would just create more issues to resolve…hey, it’s what i do!

i will say that my head did hurt worse last night when i had a seriously unresolved issue with the perfume the lady next to me was wearing…i just had to try to imagine that i was on an island somewhere where everything smells of lavender and vanilla…

but i digress…

how do you digress from a post that really says nothing except to ask if doozy is really a word?

anyway, i think it would be nice if the whole world could smell like lavender and vanilla…just a thought. of course, thinking hurts right now so…

i’m signing off.

peace…and lavender and vanilla wishes to you all.

I’ll Have to Die Tomorrow

…I’m nearly finished. …unpacking, that is. Well, at least the kitchen…and I’ve organized the storage closet under the stairs. Now if I could just get a shower I’d feel somewhat accomplished. But, I can feel a migraine coming on…

Oh well, if I die tonight at least I’ll leave a partially organized kitchen and somewhat neat storage closet under the stairs…

…as long as no haters go in my utility room, I should be okay. And I really need to give my bathroom a once-over…and then there’s always the boy’s disaster area room… Who am I kidding? I can’t die any time soon without utter humiliation. Well, there goes my Thursday night!!!

Nate has a program tonight. I wonder if the season finales of shows like “The Office” will hurt the turn-out. Of course, I speak of other, less devoted, parents…not me…although, there is still the issue of my migraine.   But I digress…

The problem with housework is that it allows for too much free-time for the brain. I thought about things today that I haven’t thought about in quite a while…

I don’t think I’ll blog about that, though - it would just take this blog in a whole different direction…downhill. And then I’d get comments about how I need to cheer up and how I need to move on…blah, blah, blah…

It’s just that I don’t think you ever really fully get over some things.

But I digress…

I’m just going to go fold laundry and wipe down some counters. It’s free therapy and I can die in peace…

…my real friends won’t judge me by my utility room anyway.

Peace out.

Happy “Boom Chahka-lahka” Wednesday

Makes me smile:

Where’s my Stradivarius?

This Friday it will have been a year since I wrote my first blog.

Now, almost a year later, I’m feeling very…blogless. I’m beginning to wonder if this may have served its purpose.

I know there’s a season for everything, and maybe my season is coming to an end.

I don’t know. We’ll see…

It’s been such a comfort to me - such an outlet. I’ve developed friendships and learned more about the world around me….and more about myself. But, lately I’ve spent a lot of time trying to write, only to erase it or save it as a “draft” (which is where my posts really go to die…). Should it be so hard? I don’t know.

I do know there are worse problems to have…there are bigger life-issues to ponder.

But, for now, I think I’m just weary…

I don’t even know what I’m weary of - just a little weary. I have no explanation. It’s just where I am…the season I’m in now…

Maybe I’m just defensive…maybe insecure. Maybe it’s because it seems like it’s easy for me to spill my guts on a regular basis, but there’s never been a post that I haven’t second-guessed…not one. Maybe I wonder what it would be like to be “anonymous” or anything but a big, too-tall, too-blond, loud-mouthed “open book”. Maybe I’ll just decide to be shy, or retiring, or demure…or fragile. (I really am quite fragile - there I go again spilling my guts!…) Seriously, I should join some kind of support group!

I don’t know. Maybe I’ll smile all the time, never over-react, and speak in soft, feminine tones…Maybe I’ll become a petite, brunette, demure…I don’t know…violinist! Whatever…just the total opposite of the kind of pastor’s wife that gets mistaken for an attendee of a motorcycle convention…

Oh well, old habits die hard…it’s obvious that I’m not going to change my “wearing it all on my sleeve” ways any time soon.

So, there’s my thoughts for the day in a nutshell. I’ll just try to refrain from “bedazzling” said nutshell…

Who am I kidding? Everything looks better with sparkles!!

But, I digress…

Peace.