Weekends: Can't Believe the Hype!

Dear Confusia, (I have elected to not use the bold print as it kind of makes me feel like I am screaming, and I don't really want the sore throat...)

Confusia comments in orange, my favorite color if you haven't guessed yet...
Terpsichore further comments in periwinkle, NOWHERE near my favortie color, but yellow is near impossible to read on here, so...

I'm glad to hear that things in your little corner of the underworld are well. Sorry that your Friday was a difficult one, though I will tell you that I'm saddened by not hearing the gory details...) I'll give it to you in buzz words: "painkillers + Poison Control + police cars + EMT's + ambulances + large field + runaway husband who can barely walk + sports complex + ER + EKG's + charcoal = Very bad night." Wow, so much of that sounds so very familiar. Any Rodents of Extraordinary Size??? but as people that are hopelessly optimistic always say, "All's well that ends well!"

My weekend was a snorefest, literally. As I was suffering from day 3 of a Migraine headache, I was not forced to go into work on Friday night. Instead I went to bed about 10:00 and didn't wake up for about twelve hours. It was blissful! I cannot begin to describe the jealousy that I have right now. Zero hours sleep in exchange for Migraine-be-gone would have been snatched up instantly...

My Saturday was spent doing laundry. Okay, maybe not so jealous after all.(What can I say, I'm a party animal!) I did get a haircut, which involved me leaving the house, so I wasn't a complete hermit, though I tried, oh yes, I tried! I got another twelve hours of sleep Saturday night which just about spanked the Migraine into submission, so I've been Migraine free for almost a full 24 hours! YIPPEE!!!!

Yesterday I went and played a little poker with my friends. I did pretty well. Walked away with $8.50 more than I walked in with. HIGH ROLLER!!!!!! And then of course I was in bed by 9:30. I slept like shit though (of course being as how it was a school night...) and had a series of random dreams. My favorite was the one where I was one of the detectives on Law and Order: Criminal Intent (which is a show I LOVE because I think Vincent D'Onofrio is HOT!!!! In a crazy, not well kind of way...) but Chuck Woolery was my partner. Very odd...

So now it's back to the daily grind. And it's the week of Valentine's Day (which I would like to take this moment to point out is the stupidest of all assclowny holidays...) Totally agree. What a waste of what would normally probably be a decent day. The only positive thing I can say for it is that it's Rob Thomas' birthday, and I'm for any day that brought him into the world. At least I no longer work at an elementary school and don't have to worry about the Valentine's Party bullshit. AND I work at an all girl's school thereby limiting the amount of hoopla that will be going on. Cannot even begin to describe how jealous I am right now. Now I'd like to take this moment to tell you why you should REALLY be jealous of me. Earlier this school year the Student Council gave all of the teachers here awards. It was really quite funny. BUT, guess what award I was given. Ok, let me just tell you. I got "Best Hair". Which I find to be quite flattering coming from an all girl's school, yes? I do have Valentine's Night plans. Some of the single crowd here in Austin are going to go to the trashiest bar we can find and get hammered! The best way anyone could spend a pointless holiday.I guess I can get on board with Valentine's if it gives me a reason to drink!

OK, I worked on the book and sent it to you. Hope to hear back from you soon! Will begin work on it ASAP. We MUST finish the book soon!

Love ya,

Terps

Lest anyone who might accidentally stumble on our blog and read this before they realize they meant to be somewhere else thinks that I'm making light of the life or death situation that was my Friday night...or making light of depression...I want to just take a minute to say, "Yes, I am."
I take it very seriously, and then afterwards, I laugh about it. I don't know any other way to get through life when it's that rough. Laugh or cry? I'd rather laugh. And yes, it is private, but I think if there's a chance someone in a similar situation could see this, know they're not alone, and that it's not the end of the world, then it should be talked about.
I'd also like to say that if anyone knows someone who might be suffering from depression, don't give them lectures about "getting over it", "eating right", or "just getting yourself in the right mindset." Take them to a doctor, be there for them, and don't bitch at them about taking medicine. This ad is not brought to you by the Church of Scientology. Thank you.

Totally unrelated to anything written above, I've been meaning to tell you that everytime I write a blog I crack up at the Labels for this post option because the first e.g. is scooters, which of course makes me think of Scooters...hehehehe!