I have a confession to make. I suffer from several Classifications of Brain disease.

 It all started when I was a hormonal teen. I along with many of my friends became afflicted with the first 'A' classification  known as "Asshole Brain". This is more commonly referred to as "The world revolves only around me; the hormonal teen brain". This Class of Brain disease is short in nature, but can be re-occurring throughout the years.  

The B classifications are much longer in duration. My teenage years were riddled with A & D  Class , but I was most commonly affected by  "Boy Brain". This condition lasted a long time up until I got engaged and started planning the Wedding .

 Because of "Boy Brain", I was way more susceptible to another  B Classification  known as 'Bride Brain". Thankfully Bride Brain can be cured with pregnancy. HOWEVER the side effect of pregnancy is that it causes a third B Class:   'Baby brain". Let me tell you- that shit sticks around  for several years and is the gateway condition to the C classification of "Cunt Brain". I thankfully  have been 'B' class  brain symptom  free for 3 years, 18 days and twenty two minutes.

 Over the years I have been known to suffer from a few episodes of A and C Class brain spasms- but they are much shorter in nature. When afflicted with A and C class brain, I don't usually see the effects until it takes over the vocal cords or the keyboard. Then these two classes can be really detrimental to others. 

I suffer from two common D Classifications,  "Dumb Brain" and its  partner in crime "Drunk Brain". Thankfully this brain class is pretty benign and only causes me to wonder what the hell was I thinking. Unless it gets paired up with the only C classification.

H Classification is a whore. "Hormonal Brain" comes on monthly like clockwork. This one can be cured by a B class or a M Class - but I am too young for "Menopausal Brain" and not ready just yet for another round of" Baby Brain".
The P Classification is a detrimental one for me. When lead around by my "Pity Brain" I am really susceptible to both D brain classifications. When the H Class and the P Classes get together I can fall into the worst Class of all. I Class. "Irrational Brain" causes one to think about pulling blogs, picking fights,  quitting jobs and finding fault in my whole being. It takes a lot to get out of an I class 'episode' but the best way to transform it into a S Class "Sane Brain" is to have a bunch of friends and a special man douse the I class with a big old heaping of  the hugely popular  L class. "Love Brain" conquers all and fixes almost all Brain Classifications. At least for a little while!
I hope all of you enjoy a whole bunch of L class this weekend.
Thanks!
*Kisses*

AA

So I've been going through some stuff. Work stuff, family stuff, all around stress stuff. The worst of it is, I can't blog about it, I can't even so much as mention a teeny tiny bit of it without fear of reciprocity, which leads to more stress. Which is why I have been exerting a self imposed space around myself and blog.
Suffice it to say this; the man I love and sleep with are good. Two weeks alone sans Cub can do wonders for a relationship that was yearning for some much needed  deposits into the emotional bank. And that is all you  bloggy types get from me right now.. hee..maybe you can coax some stuff out of him.
Cub is fantabulous and I missed the little booger more than I can express. I finally figured out the payback to the stay at home Mom's I so envy during the School year. They are sitting around counting the days until school starts again !! Bwwwhhhhaaaaa!! Take that you over dressed come fuck me boot wearing I'll just go to the gym and tan today types I see as I am half put together and dashing off to work late again. Your tan is fading and you are wearing sweats!! 
 It has been really hard on me this go around.I figured out the problem. I like the little nut. A lot! Trust me when I say that there was a time in his life that I would have willingly traded him for something cute and fuzzy that purred or snored during the night and didn't require a diaper, bottle, boob, or anything else at 3 am. Now that he can talk, walk, wipe his own butt, and has mastered fun and sass- we are good to go! He's FUN, which is why I miss him more now. Now is when I want to be a stay at home Mom, but sadly, my bank account begs to differ.
Work has been relatively........odd. Adjusting to new space, less people, new projects and waaaay more fucking work now that it is just me and the man who signs my cheques. It is a transition. It is most definitely a work in progress. There is something funky going on in the main shared bathroom though that makes me feel like a super spy- more on that later.
Blog. I love to love you and hate to hate you. I love to hate you and hate to love you. I am torn and at odds with what I want to do; what I want; and what I can do. It's not there yet and I feel like I am struggling to find a voice in a sea of fabulousity.
I was having a mental break down with the man who is my best friend tonight and he warned me that I shouldn't Blog upset or pissed off; tonight I am both and left to my own devices.
So here I go, off to take my tired ass to bed; just as a side note, did I mention that when you spend an amount of time working out- you do not instantly come out 30 pounds lighter!! Why does this work for people on TV? Remind me when I am back to some semblance of sanity to go and kick Jillian's ass.
Night, Night!
AA