After 18 days, SO is finally home. We were hoping that this was the last trip to China, but, alas, there will be one more. This trip was particularly distressing since it was the longest trip yet and just when I'm so excited that he'll be home in a few days, those fucking terrorists, well, you know.
There was some consolation that the plot had been foiled and there was added security. Well, not really, but I kept trying to tell myself that. But in the end, he made it home safely and my prayers were answered.
So get this: SO works with a "person" that is one of those, "How does it affect me?" types. No matter what happens, this "person" is all about how much more work it will cause him/her, will it inconvenience him/her.
SO forwards me an e-mail that he/she sent him last Thursday, the day the news broke about the terrorist plot and he/she sends him an e-mail with a CNN link to the story and the words: HAVE A NICE FLIGHT.
WTF???? Two days before he boards a 14 hour flight to the US and he/she sends this to him. He asked me if I thought it was a rotten thing to say. Hello?? I would so have that bitch/bastard fired. I cannot get this cruel act out of my mind and really want to go and bitch/bastard-slap this mother fucker.
But, I have this philosophy of what goes around comes around and I'm pretty sure this "person" will be burning in hell. Sooner, if not later.
After spending possbily hundreds of dollars, I've realized that when a label on
a skin care product says, "helps skin look more youthful," it
really means, "makes your skin break out like a 15 year-old boy."
I'd like to start by apologizing to anyone who has been checking in hoping to see a new post. When I first lost interest in reading and posting, I should have mentioned it. While I don't feel obligated to post, I should have given y'all a heads up. Even my daily reads dwindled to just a few. I just wasn't up to anything.
I have been struggling with my emotional health and think I've reached the bottom of my personal roller coaster and am hopefully on the way up. Or should I say that the other way? (It's way easier to go down on a roller coaster, and more fun.) Anyway, I think I'm feeling better. I'm on my second month of an anti-depressant that was also prescribed to help my panic attacks. It's not working on the panic attacks AT ALL but my moods swings are beginning to level off. I have forced myself a few times to leave the house and socialize and am so glad I did.
This past weekend I camped overnight with friends. It was all fun and games (LOTS of fun) until the Storm came. Copious amounts of rain complete with thunder, lightening and wind. The sound of the rain hitting my tent was almost deafening.It rained really hard and there was some brutal thunder and lightening. Then, the Storm produced a lightening bolt the likes of which I never again hope to experience. The flash was blinding, the thunder, truly ear-piercing. I just sat there on my air mattress praying that my demise would be quick and painless. Seriously, I'm thinking if the Lightening doesn't get me, It will hit a tree that will fall on my tent. There was only one severe clap of thunder after that, but I was so sensitized I nearly peed myself for the second time. Turns out, the Big One had hit about 70 feet from my tent. The guys ventured into the woods the next day and found where It had hit....tree roots blown out of the ground and depressions in the dirt like someone had set off dynamite.
All in all though, I had a great time and was glad I dragged myself out of the house to go. Yep, I think things are looking up for this Three Time Loser.