I may have a slightly addictive personality. By which I don’t imply that my personality is addictive, no I am referring to my tendency to hone in and become completely and utterly absorbed with the flavour of the day.

I have spent countless hours hunched over a sewing machine, sitting at a computer, crafting sparkly nipple decorations, knitting etc. Until the project I am working on is DONE! I cannot do anything else, my brain doesn’t function properly. For me there are no other options. Of course this addictive nature has got me into some troublesome spots with regards to other things that may or may not be good for me. Fun- yes, healthy- hells no. But that’s not what I am talking about here ,so you will hear no wild stories today.

Where the hell was I going- oh yeah, that addiction thing, it applies to TV shows too.  Most noticeably a few years back, the man I sleep with and I got turned onto Dexter. Of course we started late and we immediately got hooked. We rented the DVD’s of the first Season and we watched them back to back so that we could start the second season all good to go. This wasn’t too bad, but this time.

You see the husband talked me into watching Sons of Anarchy. I was resistant at first, and I must say that this show just finished up its third season, so there are two seasons to watch on DVD, and one season on the boob tube to watch. That is a lot of catch up.

So after the first episode I was hooked. I mean HOOKED. Did I mention that the show is about a Biker club? You know, bikers, sexy, mean, alpha bikers.. psst husband, you should stop reading right now and go look at something else for awhile..

Go on, I’ll wait.....

Is he gone?

Ok, good he’s gone, so yeah, um, bikers.. yummy ones- but that aside the show itself is unbelievable!  The women are strong and fierce, the plots are well written, the characters are solid and yeah  it is addictive as all get the hell out.

Of course, we watched the first season back to back ( 13 episodes per season, 1 hour each) we were averaging 3 a night!! We would get everything done that needed to and after The Cub went to bed we would hunker in for a three hour tour of biker land.

This all started last Thursday.

Last night we finished Season 2, because we had too. (26 episodes in 6 days)

Now don’t you be judging me.... We had to finish it because the inlaws are coming for a visit. I couldn’t leave it mid season for 4 days!! GAH!!

The mother in law, sister in law, niece ,boyfriend/baby daddy and the great nephew are coming for a visit.

Yes you read that right. I became a Great Aunt in January. Actually I prefer the term Greatest Aunt. ( oh yeah this has gone a long way to my overall old feeling)

Anyhoooo, there will be company; company that I needed to clean the house for. Like clean as in actually really clean for because, well, it is my MOTHER IN LAW.

So you see where I may have gotten into a smidge of trouble? I’ve had my ass parked in front of the TV drooling over Bikers when I should have been CLEANING...

Yes they come today. They are enroute as we speak.

No panic!

There are dishes all over my kitchen.

The bed needs to be made.

There are dust bunnies abound!

I am at work, and the last time I checked the Fur kids are rather useless when it comes to cleaning.

*breathes in..*

Oh and know what?

It was TOTALLY worth it!!

Bring on Season 3!!

Vrrooom, Vrooom..

Well that about sums up my total outlook these days.
I can't pinpoint exactly what is making me so damn apathetic, lethargic and somewhat bitchy.
From what my apathetic soul can ascertain it is a myriad of things that have accumulated to induce this lackluster approach to life.


It all sort of started with The Birthday. 


The Birthday that brings me one year closer to that age that starts with 4. I had a hard time with it, I wanted to avoid it, but the son of a bitch happened anyway. I don't know why this year bothered me so much, ok I lie, I have a few good ideas as to why and it may or may not have something to do with my fucking biological clock. 


Then there is the weather. We have had a distinct  lack of nice weather. By this I mean actual Spring! We are still blanketed with snow and encompassed with cold mother freaking weather. You know the kind that begs for you to stay in bed, huddled under the shelter of the covers. I yearn for sandals, shaved legs and the warmth of the sun on my face as I sit in my back yard.....*sigh*


Work seems to be another major 'issue'; apparently I have so much time on my hands that I am 'able' to do the workload of 4 people for the same salary as 1.  This of course causes me to be extremely enthusiastic about going to work!


Oh and we must not forget the back!! The back with the L4, L5 issue that makes my ass feel like someone has it stuck in a vise. I have been taking Ibuprofen and muscle relaxants so often that I consider them their own food group.

Then at the depth of my fight with the depression demon, there has been light. Light filled with friendship, warmth and compassion from places I would never have imagined.
These unexpected gifts warmed me to the very core of my being and affected me in so many ways that I cannot even begin to explain.
So I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for helping me see the light in the darkness, just by being you.
You guys know who you are, and your friendship means more to me that you will ever know.


Smooches!!