Adiós, mis amigos. Por favor, no yo odies!

Today (yes, I know it’s Friday the 13th, but don’t worry because those are good days for me), hubby and I will get on a Delta Airlines “red-eye” flight and get our 2nd honeymoon underway in Mexico.

This week I have battled anxiety. The level of intensity is more than the usual pre-travel jitters I always get. Way more. In fact, the last two days I spent trying to relax and meditate, but to no avail. Today I feel sick to my stomach.

I know these feelings are a combination of a decrease in medication, hormone issues and having to drive at night. If I learned anything from therapy, it was how to analyze myself. My head knows what’s going on. Why doesn’t it explain it to my stomach?

Sigh. I will need a vacation by the time we get there.

Whining But complaining about my state of mind is not why we are here – but thank you for listening 😉

Instead of a dreary week of re-reading my archives, I have a few guest posts scheduled for your reading enjoyment. Published while I lay on the pristine white sand, or float in the warm surf off the Mexican coast.

See how I take care of y’all?  Maybe I’ll even send you a postcard  🙂

BTW – Translation of Title: Farewell my Friends. Please don’t hate me.

10 Things You Don’t Find Out Until You’re Married

(i.e., when it’s too late)

Your in-laws really believe they have gained another kid to boss around.

Your spouse does not know how to… replace toilet paper rolls, tell if the garbage can is full, do laundry, go grocery shopping.

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You now understand the term “selective hearing”.

Don’t leave your razor in the shower – he will use it. (You can tell because he leaves his hair in it).

You hear him blow his nose – in the shower.

Never, ever attempt to launder her girl clothes. Not. Ever.

Do NOT blow off her birthday, Valentines day, Christmas, or your anniversary. She will buy her own present.

He thinks your input is nagging.

She thinks your input is criticism.

4/3.2011 - a lovely mess

No one is as tidy as they pretended to be

Sewing Room Messy

There are happy surprises, so don’t be discouraged. You will learn a lot about each other – all the time. I am still finding things out about hubby I didn’t know, after 25 years.

J

Why Do I Love Thee?

Let me count* the ways…   SwanLove

Our 2nd date you took me for a ride on the back of your Harley so we could have a private picnic in the park. And you packed up our picnic yourself.

You convinced your family I was a ‘keeper’, even though I didn’t play Pinochle.

When I was a scabbed and oozing mess of chicken pox – you still came over to visit me. You ran my errands. You played with my kid, who was too frightened to come near me. Yes, it was that bad.

When you’re feeling mischievous, you buy me cute little animals and place them in the garden, when I’m not looking.

You bought me a new sewing machine, because my old one ‘cussed too much’.

When you promised ‘in sickness and in health’, on our wedding day, you had no idea what you were in for.

I hope you can think of many ways that your honey-bunch loves you!

* I have way more reason’s than listed here, but my brain quits work at 4:00pm and it is now 10:30pm.

[nighty-night]

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