Is this seriously worth it? I can't even think through my head ache...okay, I can, but not about anything that is helping me accomplish the things I "should" be doing right now. Is this worth it? Is my life significantly effected by the caffeine I drink? I need to see what that coffee is doing to me on the inside. Maybe that would help. Thank you to the darling who bought me a Sprite today instead of something deliciously caffeinated though.
Julia is squeezing my bruises...I fell on the rocks. We saw a rock beach, and were only seperated by that silly guard rail along 61, so we did what any fools would do and jumped the guard rail. It was all good until we found out that the rocks contained on that lovely 80 degree angled stoop were LOOSE and NOT SOLID. So we couldn't trust a thing. We played the game we always play "Nicki Follow Cullen"---which works because when I try to look around AND see where I'm suposed to be going NOTHING good happens...and it was all fine, cept he went WAY faster than I did and when he stopped and wanted my hand, I very stupidly said "Ppppsssst. I don't need help. I GOT THIS." and it was right then that the ground gave way and I quickly looked at my options: I could either try out rock surfing, right then and there, or I could sit and risk a big bruise on my left cheek. Can you guess what I did? I didn't rock surf. Well, I did, on my bum. It was a big, beautiful basalt rock, which Lefty became very intimate with very quickly. It only hurt for a millisecond, but it registered this way "Damn. THAT is going to hurt later." And now qualifies as later, and Julia loves my left leg. I never knew that either, until Lefty had a big bruise on it. When she hugs me, she hugs just as close to my nanana as possible and squeezes, and she gets the ole black and blue in there. I whimper, then profess my love for her, before forcing her to disengage.
So anyway-
it was a great weekend, full of all the normal things that us humans go there for...the waves that pound the rocks endlessly, the lake that's gigantic and makes me feel small, the trees that whisper "come climb me and see the world from up here"...big, big hills that my body loves to run up, naps, sleep so deep that I couldn't recall a single dream, food so good that I took forever to eat because I was loving it so much. Cullen was restored by time we got up there, and was able to hold a NORMAL conversation about how hard the end of the year is without being how he was being, Rick and Tina were fantastic and it was HEAVEN.
I did blog my head out in a notebook, because I had to, and now it's in the garbage. :) You're welcome.
Jordan is sleeping, and I am suposed to run up to the boys' school to grab Julia's paperwork and my motivation just ISN'T HERE!!!!!! I haven't eaten a single thing today other than a cookie because nothing even sounds good. Yes, I am this big of a loser having withdrawals.
I'm all right though. I'm just a dramatic Leo. I had a perfectly delightful "lunch" time, which I spent not eating food, and all is well, and I can go to bed early...and I'll stop now.
How many more days til it stop hurting so much?!?
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