Do you ever wonder why we need certain body parts that seem to be expendable in the long run? Like tonsils, adenoids, gall bladders, and appendixes. Now, I've had my appendix removed long ago, but my tonsils and adenoids are still there. Tonight my left tonsil is swollen and red and sore. My sinus cavities are burning, and I really want to just rid myself of eardrums, tonsils, and nasal passages. I have spent two weeks fighting off one cold or another, even though I've been exercising and taking vitamins. Last night, I was feeling great. This morning, I woke up feeling like my throat was ten times its size on the left, my ear aching, and I have no relief from the constant pain it is causing. It makes me wonder why it is we have tonsils? What do they do exactly that can't be done without them? I have tried hot beverages for relief, and salt solutions. Nothing is taming the fire! Even worse, I can't cry and have someone come take care of it!! I'm mom after all, and I take care of everyone else. So, in my discomfort, I've laid on the couch pondering the reason for having such parts. They seem to cause misery when things go wrong with them, but when they're gone we can go on without them. (Hmmmm...sounds like my ex-husbands.) Maybe their purpose is to teach us life lessons? ;)
Flannel PJ's, I love you so. You keep me warm, whether rain or snow. You are so cute with your coffee cup decor. I don't care what the neighbors think when I answer the door. Please never wear out, PJ's, or fray. For that would be the saddest day. I love you, Flannel PJ's, yes I do. Forget sexy lace, it's to you I'm true.
There's a song out that I love. It's by Sam Sparro, and it's called "Pocket." You really have to listen to it. It's basically based on the old saying about keeping your friends close and your enemies closer. Well, that's what I'm doing, but I have a suspicion that it's being done to me, too. I'm talking about my ex-husband and I. You see, I'm being very nice and cooperative with him right now, and well, he bought us a treadmill for no reason. I suspect that he did this because child support is coming up for review and he wants to tell the judge he did this kind gesture instead of taking his kids out one night a week for the past three years, or spending his 3 weeks of possible vacation time annually with them actually with them. I suspect that the fact that he has a new job, isn't paying maintenance, and doesn't have to pay for any of the over-the-counter medicines my kids daily need but insurance won't cover, is making him nervous about the 3-year review of our case. Knowing how his mind works, I suspect he thinks he can now buy himself out of more support. I, on the other hand, see this donation to us as a gift. He opted to give us a nice gift right before Christmas. After all, we can't eat or wear the treadmill. So, when we're hungry and naked walking on it, he thinks he's a hero. Funny, I didn't see that as an option on the child support form. I wonder if the judge will? Anyhow, for now, I'm being kind to my enemy, so that creates less stress in my world. After all, I know what will be hitting the fan soon enough, and how difficult that time is going to be. So, I'll catch my breath, enjoy the peace, and know deep down I don't trust him anymore today than I did the day I divorced him.
Most importantly, I am known as "Mom." Or better and more loudly put, "MMOOOOOMM!!" I have four wonderful beings of the male species as offspring. I also have an ex-husband or two,and a dog. I now work in the ever-enlightening field of education. Deep down inside, I long to be a Private Detective, and a successful author. I'm one of those insanely-curious, okay nosey,imaginative,
research-loving, kind of people. I look at true friendship as a source of life-blood. It isn't merely an entitlement granted to anyone. Within those whom it flows it is deep, loyal, and long-lasting. I can be kind to anyone, but cautious, too. I am always problem-solving in my head- whether anyone else is aware of it or not. I can take awhile to make up my mind on things, but once I do no one can stop me. I'm a sentimentalist, and though I would like to say that nothing can take me down, unfortunately, my heart gets broken more than not. This has helped me become a stronger person- or at least helped my denial :)!! Oh yeah- I have this thing for using exclamation points in two's!! My brother would say it was my OCD coming out, but hey- it's never been clinically proven!!