Oh, hey there!! So, you might not remember me....but this is actually my blog. My horribly neglected, lonely, quiet, wordless blog.
My New Years came and went with a huge big bang of BLAH. However when people ask me, I say "Oh, it was really nice and quiet. Just how I like it!!" I struggled to keep my eyes open til midnight so little man could say he rang in the new year. We were in bed by 12:15 and asleep by 12:20.
About 5 months ago I gave up eating red meat. Okay, so this sounds random...but bear with me. Within a few weeks I was feeling so much better. My skin had cleared up completely and my tummy didn't get upset as often. It was like I found this miracle cure to acne that has been haunting me for years and years. I didn't miss eating red meat at all.
And then Christmas came and I was working gobs and gobs of overtime and setting up for Christmas and doing Christmas shopping and I was exhausted. I just wanted to sleep all the time. I looked forward to sleep. I craved sleep. I daydreamed about sleep.
Can you see where I'm going here?
Then I go to give blood and my iron levels are too low....
Ohhhhhhhh, see that totally makes sense.
Go to get some blood work done and my B12 levels are also very low.....
Ding! Ding! Ding!
See? Now everything makes sense right? I'm not neglecting my beloved blog on purpose. I'm just down. And once my iron levels are back up, I'm sure I'll be my regular ol' witty self.
Well, see there's all that and then there's also....
Ugh. I'm hung up on this guy.
This guy. Sigh. Why does everything have to come down to 'this guy'?
We have nothing in common except for our sense of humour. Oh, he makes me laugh. But he doesn't want to date me. He says he doesn't want to date me, get this...because he *respects* me too much.
What does that even mean? And you know what? Respect me a little less then, please. No. No. I don't mean that. But we could have a whole lot of fun together I think. I'm so into this stupid guy. My heart goes pitter patter when I see him. And my brain is really, really trying to talk myself out of it. There are other men I'm sure that are interested in me, but I'm only interested in him.
I think I'm being punished for something.
This is my life.
Bring on the cats...