About Freaking Time

I’m even getting tired of me using my cancer/ankle as excuses for not keeping up with my blog and writing, I can’t imagine how much you must want to vomit when reading this blog….

HEY!  It could be a new diet trend! ‘ Read Laura’s blog, lose 4lbs a week!  Frequent visitors keep the weight off!  Comments burn an extra 100 calories!’

Act now while Laura’s misery supply lasts!!

In all seriousness it is about freaking time that I got back to the business of being me.  Writing, mothering, not whining all the time; but it’s so hard (ok, whining a *little* is ok).  I got back home from a week long visit to the back end of Texas visiting my grandma who is about to get to see the other side of the curtain.  She’s such an inspiration, everything that she has marched through and held her head high, I can do no less.  So today, instead of sleeping in, I went to the store, stocked up, put Christmas on layaway so I wouldn’t have an excuse to stop writing to go shopping, and worked out for the first time in… umm, no comment.

I’m getting back in the saddle again after a little more than 2 months of almost complete inactivity.  It’s going to hurt… a lot.

Thankfully, my mother in Texas kept the mess maker ( Child Number 3) until she comes up to visit, which should be in 3 weeks to a month, so for the first time since his birth I am going to be able to focus on something for longer than the span between commercial breaks.  *SQUEE!*

It makes me want to nap, forever, and then read a little, eat a cookie, and nap some more.  Except I promised myself I wouldn’t do that.

Must.Not.Take.Nap.

Wow, that is sooooo much harder than it seems.  I was built for napping.  Napping is in my blood. Well, actually high concentrations of creatinine are in my blood, and that’s why I need the dialysis, but that’s neither here nor there.  Cookie, anyone?

Ok… so, to sum it up.

1)  Read my Blog.  It helps you lose weight!

2)  I’m not going to nap, I’m going to write, dammit!

3)  Man, I’m sleepy…. *yawn*

 

 

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