Take out the papers and the trash.

I like magazines. They are fun. They are a light read... like I can sit down and flip through on in about 30 minutes or less. Usually less. They make the perfect companion to talking on the phone or watching TV.

Tonight, I gathered up all my magazines. There were some in the bedroom and some in the living room. I piled them up and took this picture.

And then, I took them all out to the trash can.

Because they are just magazines. It's not like they might have some secret of the universe in them or something.

One thing down. 3,541,232,694 to go.

Yakkity yak, don't talk back.

There's a kind of hush...

I should be in bed. But I'm not. I don't know why.

I took a 3.5 hour naps this afternoon. It was so wonderful. I don't think it has anything with my current nonsleepiness, but you never know.

Have I mentioned how much I love having my kiddo home? I love having my kiddo home. More Doctor Who watching today... and I even let him stay up an extra hour tonight to watch the last episode on the disc. All he's wanted to do is cuddle with me since he got home, and how do you say no to that? Two days and he will be running around like a hooligan trying to stick his finger in my ear.

Thanks, B, for teaching him to stick his finger in my ear, oh-so-very-much.

I've got bunches to do the next two weeks. Bunches like grapes. Spring cleaning is happening early this year. Time to start going through all my junk and tossing out those things I don't need and never use and have laying around just because it's easier than tossing them out. By the way, there's a lot of those things. I am a pack rat.

I'm hoping my early spring cleaning will motivate spring to start early. But I'm not holding my breath. Seriously, though, if it did, that would rock. I hate being cold.

Time to get my lazy self in gear. Actually, it's time to get my lazy self in bed so that I can get in gear tomorrow. Sigh.

It's me again, Margret.

Okay...

...but why?

You are my sunshine...

Cole's home. I'm happier than a clam... that isn't in chowder? Sorry, I just completely forgot how that phrase goes.

We had a good night. Hot chocolate and cookies and a game called Cariboo, which is pretty simple and fun. Simple is so the key to it staying fun, at least fun for me. And then we watch the Doctor for a bit... yay for Netflix!

He's asleep in his bed, in his very clean room. I finally got it clean yesterday, and now the majority of the floor space is taken up by a tent. He's pretty happy about that. Tomorrow we're going to pack up his train set and set up his Hex Bug Environment thingamawhopper that he got.

I'm sure the room will be a mess again by Monday, but I'm just not thinking about that right now. I'm not, I'm not, I'm not.

I tried to work on wedding planning tonight, but it just wasn't doing. In other news, I've decided that I want to shave my head and elope.
Don't tell B.

I'm the only one that fits you.

I don't like yellow gold. I don't like huge rings. I don't like open lace work. That being said, this is my engagement ring, which will also be my wedding band.

It's perfect.

...when earth collides with all the space between.

You know that update I promised? Well, it's time. And just because I'm in sort of a Quentin Tarentino mood, I'm doing it in reverse order. Trust me, it works better that way.

So this week, Cole has been gone to his father's. That's enough about that.

Last week was a normal week. Work, sleep, housework, work... Thursday was extra exciting because I ordered this dress that I'd had my eye on for a bit. But that's about all.

The week before that... oh, busy, busy. We spent the later part, the 5th through the 9th at my parents having a belated Christmas. My birthday was then, too. And my uncles and aunt came over. It was a good time. B got to meet more of my family and Cole was cracked out on sugar the WHOLE time. I have no idea how much candy he snuck (I know, that's not a word). I seriously need to clean out his toys. He already had too much and now he has waaaaaay too much.

Oh, yes, and New Years. Can't for get New Years. I did my usual didn't-do-anything for New Years Eve. Actually, I was working at the stroke of midnight. And I left work at 12:40, oh so ready to go home.

And then, I got a call. From B. And he told me to go back to work.

I couldn't figure out why he would say that. So, I asked, "WHY?!?". And he told me, "Because that's where I am."

I didn't understand that. He had to tell me about 5 times in all to turn around and come back. I had driven right past him when I left. I didn't really believe him until I pulled back in the parking lot and saw him standing there. I was pretty well in shock when I got out of my car, so you'll have to ask him if I greeted him appropriately or not.

And I got in his car. He had stopped by my place and grabbed clothes for me to change into, and stopped off for me to quick change. And then off we went. He refused to tell me to where and it took me a while to figure it out since he took the most backwards way possible. There is a dam in the area, and we've been out there before. So, he hauled me up the hill to the top of the spillway. And, yes, he kissed me.

Which was what I expected to happen after I finally figured out we were heading towards the dam.

But then, he got on one knee.

I didn't expect that.

And, yes, he asked me to marry him.

I'd actually had some witty remarks prepared for when this happened, you know, in six months or a year. I managed to forget every one of them. I barely was able to choke out, "Yes."

The adventured of this single mom are drawing to a close. Soon, they will be adventures of another sort.

Cole's uber excited. Oh, and so am I.

Open up your eyelids and let your demons run.

Today I failed.

And I don't leave things half done, so I failed thoroughly. 

Some days that happens.  It's not okay, but it still happens.  No matter how much  you know better and how much you do really want to keep it together, it still happens. 

And you know what you do?  You just keep moving.  Get up and keep on going.  Because the world doesn't stop turning, not even for a second.  So if you try to stop, you'll just get run over. 

Being run over sucks. 

You have forsaken all the love you've taken.

Sleeping on a razor there's nowhere left to fall. 

Your body's aching, every bone is breaking.

Nothing seems to shake it, it just keeps going on. 

Your soul is able, death is all you cradle.

Sleeping on the nails, there's nowhere left to fall. 

You have admired, every man desires.

Everyone is king when there's no one left to pawn. 

There is no peace here, war is never cheap here. 

Love will never meet it, it just gets sold for parts. 

You cannot fight it, all the world denies it.

Open up your eyelids and let your demons run.

I thread the needle through.

You beat the devil's tattoo.

I sleep alone, sweep the streets I used to roam.

We all need some time off.  Time off is good.  I just hate having mine enforced upon me. 

Cole is off with his father for a belated week of Christmas visitation.  I've been quite the emotional wreck today.  For now, I'm okay.  In the next five minutes, who knows.  I'm caffinated and showered, so that's helping for now.  I head to work in half an hour, which will keep me busy for the rest of the night. 

Later I'll tell all about what happened since my last post.  It's been too long since we spoke last and much has happened.  MUCH. 

But that's for later.