I just feel like writing. Dion is putting the girls to bed (well, trying, it's been a battle for some time now), I have a little Pink Floyd playing through the computer while I charge my mp3 and the mood is right. All I need is a beer and life would be good. Another time I guess.
Butters is adapting rather well for being hissed at every time he turns a corner. Cotton (AKA: Girl Kitty by Claire and Nadia) is really just angry at everyone. She hisses at butters, Tater, Sam, and sometimes me when she thinks I am an animal creeping up on her. Ah. She'll get used to things.
I was told that the food I ate the night before my blood draw could effect the results. Next week I am going for a re-test, but doing it here instead of driving the hour to Mayo. I was also cleared for surgery next month. I was also told that I have to come back in 6 months to see where my BP is at. I have talked to a friend and we are going to do this eating better/diet thing together. I have never had to diet before. In fact, in college the most I ever weighed was right around 140. Ahhhh...those were the days.
I have started my new anti-depressant and I don't know if the effects of it can happen this fast, but I was a power horse today. I dusted, vacuumed, cleaned the upstairs and main floor bath, did load upon load of laundry and took care of the girls. I rocked, if I do say so myself.
My mom is sick again. She seems to have been battling a lot this winter, never mind all the fun stuff with her surgery. My dad had cataracts removed this week. I was at the clinic three times this past week. I spent so much time there that I thought I should just sleep there. Or at least do some filing or something. Between my parents and I, FV employees should thank us for paying their wages. Ok, a little bit of an exaggeration, but man, so much time was spent there!
I guess that's it. I want to write more, but I am plum out of things to write about. Sorry...any ideas?