I'm afraid that planning my imaginary midlife crisis/meltdown may just be the most boring thing ever.
I keep waiting to be upset and it's just not happening.
I mean, I'm not happy about the situation but it's out of my control and I'm content with accepting that.
It's weird and I like it. It feels good.
I've feel like I've been coming to this for a while now. During my last trip to TN for the funeral of my mother's father I realized that I had gone thorough some considerable shifts in the way I categorize/deal with my emotions and pain, and just general life occurrences, these days. It's all become much healthier. A much smoother and easier feeling, like breathing easy relaxed breaths... no more gasping at the air like I'm going to drown.
We take a handful of sand
from the endless landscape
of awareness and call that
handful of sand the world.
- Robert Pirsig
Soooo... the depth and breadth of the midlife crisis in this house may actually be defined instead by my husband and his wish for a new fur-child.
My heart is boundless. There is room in it for all the needy pups. So... Though I find his request really off the wall and weird, it'll probably happen.
I am doing some other normal stuff though... dipping my toe into taking up a new hobby. Ohhh!
We'll see how that goes before we write silly things about it here.
The fishes are good.
Mac&Cheese clown parents have another batch of eggs about to hatch into fry.
I suspect that that is occurring tonight sometime before lights go on in the morning from the look of the development today.
She'll lay another batch within a week.
She's a busy lady!
Speaking of lady stuff.
Probably weirdness but I have finally fallen into the ranks of the Primal/Paleo "boob believers".
I went bra shopping today after putting it off for a while... you know how it is. No one really wants to bra shop.
And you figure that the reason the fit is ill is just because the elastics are worn out and whatnot...
I've lost weight since I bought those last bras. And that band size is too big. BUT... the boobs are still just as big as ever.
WTH?! Isn't that impossible???
All my life the standard was... lose weight, lose boobs.
I'm now in a freakin D cup.
I've never been a D before.
I know that Primal has made my other hormones come back in line and behave... but boobs?
I really didn't think it was possible.
And speaking of other hormones...
I play stalked a lovely manmeatbeast specimen in the supermarket today.
Huge rugged around the edges model about 6'3" and 250. A bit dirty from hard work... HUGE upper body.
Don't worry I wasn't creepin... he gave me the nod too.
Nothing like a good little flirt IMO.
Then I came home and cooked husband dinner... but got put on hold for other things until tomorrow because he just finished a stretch of 7/12's.
Massage today was terribly needed.
About the time she started working I realized just how bad it really was.
So much OUCH.
I'll be back on the table next week again getting it sorted so I can get back on my regular schedule.
Fellin oldschool trip today for some reason...