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Up, down... up down.... up down... please hormones LEVEL OUT!

I am achey, sniffly and well stiff.... great... nice timing as usual.

I am going through the wringer with regards to my past...it slammed me in the face when we found out that Austin struggles with an attachment disorder...don't want to cry so I won't go into more detail unless I talk to you IRL.

I have guilt alllll over the place because I had allll these plans and haven't gotten them done...

Here's hoping the Open House goes okay ...

what the heck... how did that cloud get over my head!

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Two minutes later I click on Antinozzi Adventures and read how unalone I am PRAISE GOD and then the word for the verification I SWEAR was : whormone ROFL

The Road Not Taken - Don't feel sorry for me. This is me asking for help.

Staying on the straight and narrow path is not easy at this time of year. When I say the straight and narrow path I do not mean the biblical one but more the one that I am on, not looking left to the green grass on one side or the fancy garden on the other side. I am referring to a path that I took rather than the one I didn't take...

I am rather melancholy as of late but I will not blog the specifics of my doldrums. Those of you who know me WELL, may guess but only a couple of people understand from where I stand to observe and draw my conclusions by feeling happy for others, or sad for myself. Keeping jealousy and envy is so hard this time of year. I know I will make it through having faith to keep twinkles in my eyes (if only the tears that well up once in a while) because exhibiting any negative attitudes will make the brightness of the season wear off and take away it's sparkle from my children.

Pray for me, hug me if you see me and invite me out for coffee. I sorta need it right now to make it through the next 4 weeks....

I enjoy this when I feel the way I do...

Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.