3......2......1.....

So I am leaving. I will be at the airport at 4:45 on Wed morning. To tell you the truth I am sick with anxiety and worry. I hate the thought of leaving Tyler for as long as I am. I think 35 days is really too too too long. I apparently thought I would be able to do this with out a problem when I forked over 6 grand and loads of paperwork and all my personal information. I was very wrong. I need him to live and make me relax and laugh...what if I turn into a raisin because I don't laugh ever again? (for five weeks) What if I get really wrinkly skin from lack of relaxation for the rest of my life? (five weeks) What if I forget that I like to sleep with someone velcroed to the entire backside of my body every night of my life? (five weeks) Wow suddenly my life is flying by. Well enough of that if you want to know what the rest of my life (five weeks) is going to be like than you can check my travel blog. Its travelintootse.blogspot.com Have a great life (five weeks) everyone! Wish me luck!
BON VOYAGE!

DOS

DOS things:

UNO: Be impressed. Be very impressed with my blogging attempts. Note: more blogs in the past week than the past two months....HELLO!

DOS: Sometimes you need a change, sometimes you want to channel your inner Gene Gray, Sometimes you wish to be the best housewife in the world and be Bree Van DE Camp, Sometimes you want to be referred to as sparky or firecracker, S
Sometimes you want to feel fresh like the scent of an ORANGE. Sometimes you want to play strawberry shortcake in a pretend tea party.......
Sometimes you pay $75 for this:

Sometimes all you can see is RED!

Oh what do you do...

....in the summertime

when all the world is green?

Do you sit by a stream,

and lazily dream and

watch all the clouds roll by?

Is that what you do....

NO

I sit and act lame,

I loudly complain,

and watch as rain flows HIGH!

Is that what you do?

SO DO I!!!

I WILL kill you all

Sometimes I want to push people. Even the people I love. Even my bestest best friends... I want to push them down soemtimes. Sorry I love you, and I KNOW the feeling is mutual. EVEN husband....especially husband. He is too big though and past attempts have failed. It usually ends up me in a crumpled ball on the floor giggling from his overly large sausage fingers tickling me in my ribs...stupid ribs. I can say that, not in the way that most people mean when they say they can say that, more in the I have purged the blog haters and judgmentals out of my life and so I can say that because I know you ......yes you reading this right now....will not be like that. Thus, that is all I have to say....SOMETIMES I WANT TO PUSH PEOPLE DOWN.......

Oh MY LANTA!

So I am leaving for europe in less than three weeks. I am so excited. I cannot wait to go soak up the incredible beauty and culture....and what I mean by that is a lot of butter soaked carbs! YES! Die victory is SO sweet! Becasue as we all know calories don't count when you are not in your home country. They just don't exist. Poof! Suddenly I am the exotic curvacious american with fabulous hair and oversized rings! I love this idea! I am definitely going to soak it up! But alas.....

the downfall of it all.. I will be without husband, curling iron, and a shoe closet. YIKES! my breath is shortening, heart racing, eyes BUGGING! What the..are you serious? I am not so sure about this. I mean really, how am I the hair queen supposed to live without the sweet smell of hot iron burning product laquered hair? I gues there will be sacrifices made. I know! How can you appreciate the good ness without the bad? Opposition baby. My ticket out of here. I will sacrifice bad hair, and a twin bed in exchange for pain au chocolat, gelato, and fish and chips. Done.

You know its a wonder that I am not 300 pounds.