Dead on Vacation

A few days ago (has it been a week or more already?!), my loving husband is back from his road trip. But his "career" has first priority, and tonight we find ourselves in New Orleans, Louisiana for the next nine days to celebrate our anniversary and our boys' fourth birthday. Are they really four years old already?! Damn, I want them to stay babies forever. :( I'm weird like that.

Husband is off with his friends and I am in the hotel. It's not all that bad, I can watch TV for the rest of the night, and unlike my aunt's house in Baton Rouge, there is cable here, and on the cable are Halloween specials all month long, plus some programs about drug addiction. I got a good contact high just watching a program about marijuana. :p

Chloe is crashed on the bed and the boys are crashed on the floor, beside the dog. It's wonderful to get away from my mother for a few days, and while I am here I will be getting some medical attention, but I wonder what is in store for me when Husband goes back on the road? We have to make some changes at home, and I'm not sure about what we're going to do.

Tomorrow is my little sister's birthday. She died in 2003. I miss her more and more every day, and there's that unfortunate twinge of envy that flows through me when I know that she never had to deal with my mother.

Husband tells me that I should have snuck out to see a doctor. What the hell...? 31 years old and I have to sneak around? It's not as if I'm a 15 year old high school student. Although, that would be pretty hot... me sneaking out at the age of fifteen to see a doctor .... for a date! But I stayed home. My left toe is permanently bruised on the end. The toe nail is pitch black as well. I can just hear my scatter brained doctor tell me that my toe needs to be removed. I don't think it's quite that bad, but, well, my doctor is that bad.

Walking Dead is on. I've been advised to watch it, so that is what I am going to do. The odd thing is that I have never heard of this show until today, and suddenly as I'm digging through my friends-lists, everyone is recommending that I watch it because they are watching it themselves. That means it's good, right? :) Anything to take my mind off the fat that I am spending the first day of vacation alone in a hotel room with three kids and a dog, while my better half is off with his friends. It may take the focus off of the fact that I am dead inside and craving the out-of-area doctor appointment looming this week so I can get a decent prescription.

A few days ago (has it been a week or more already?!), my loving husband is back from his road trip. But his "career" has first priority, and tonight we find ourselves in New Orleans, Louisiana for the next nine days to celebrate our anniversary and our boys' fourth birthday. Are they really four years old already?! Damn, I want them to stay babies forever. :( I'm weird like that.

Husband is off with his friends and I am in the hotel. It's not all that bad, I can watch TV for the rest of the night, and unlike my aunt's house in Baton Rouge, there is cable here, and on the cable are Halloween specials all month long, plus some programs about drug addiction. I got a good contact high just watching a program about marijuana. :p

Chloe is crashed on the bed and the boys are crashed on the floor, beside the dog. It's wonderful to get away from my mother for a few days, and while I am here I will be getting some medical attention, but I wonder what is in store for me when Husband goes back on the road? We have to make some changes at home, and I'm not sure about what we're going to do.

Tomorrow is my little sister's birthday. She died in 2003. I miss her more and more every day, and there's that unfortunate twinge of envy that flows through me when I know that she never had to deal with my mother.

Husband tells me that I should have snuck out to see a doctor. What the hell...? 31 years old and I have to sneak around? It's not as if I'm a 15 year old high school student. Although, that would be pretty hot... me sneaking out at the age of fifteen to see a doctor .... for a date! But I stayed home. My left toe is permanently bruised on the end. The toe nail is pitch black as well. I can just hear my scatter brained doctor tell me that my toe needs to be removed. I don't think it's quite that bad, but, well, my doctor is that bad.

Walking Dead is on. I've been advised to watch it, so that is what I am going to do. The odd thing is that I have never heard of this show until today, and suddenly as I'm digging through my friends-lists, everyone is recommending that I watch it because they are watching it themselves. That means it's good, right? :) Anything to take my mind off the fat that I am spending the first day of vacation alone in a hotel room with three kids and a dog, while my better half is off with his friends. It may take the focus off of the fact that I am dead inside and craving the out-of-area doctor appointment looming this week so I can get a decent prescription.