Northwoods Woman

You will notice that this is not my typical Monday post for the following 2 reasons:

a)  There are no photos, and;

b)  I’m not updating you on the progress of the shed.

Now, you may ask, why the hell not?!?  (Or your jumping up and down with joy.)

Simple, and I will explain them in the following 3 reasons:

1)  I woke up with a major cold Saturday morning and I have temporarily lost any creative writing skills that I have.  When your nose is clogged beyond belief, ears plugged and every sneeze requires half a box of kleenex (where does all that snot come from anyway), the only functioning part of your brain is the signal that lets you know you have to pee.

Therefore, any eloquent post is completely out of the question.

2)  During one of my many sneezes, I moved/pinched/pissed-off something in my right hip, so I now walk like I have a stick stuck up my backside because of the pain (scoliosis sucks).

I’m real attractive at work.

3)  This is hell audit week at work, and since I didn’t get my Monday off, I also did not get to rest up my body and/or brain, so whatever functioning brain cells that I may have had are slowly getting disintegrated from endless information quests that the audit team sends me on.

There are 3 of us in the office and apparently I’m the only one they want to ask questions to.

I feel soooo lucky.

That was sarcasm, by the way.

So if this post made any sense whatsoever, I might possibly have just used up my last chance to say anything coherent for the rest of the week.

I hope to return you to your regularly scheduled boring fun-filled posts next Monday if I don’t spontaneously combust at some time before then.

My Mother & I share something very important (besides being Mother and Daughter).

Our birthdays are one day apart.  Mine on the 21st, hers on the 22nd.

Before her illness took a firm grip on her many years ago, we always made it a point to do something together for our birthdays.  Sometimes it would be getting our hair done, or simply having a wonderful meal together at one of our favorite restaurants.  One of the last birthdays we spent together was doing something that she loved:  gambling.  I remember it so clearly like it was yesterday and can still see the smile on her face when she would win a few quarters, and shoving money into my hand to play a machine next to her.

We had a great bond, one that could not, and will not, be broken.

So even though we can’t go and have lunch or have our hair done, we will still spend today together.

On Saturday we officially passed the half way point (in my mind, because that’s all that matters) on the shed.