Knickers In a Twist

I have a heap of posts rattling around in my head, but I just can't get organized enough to do them. We've been back for two weeks now, and let's face it the first week was a write off. I went to work on that first Monday but by Thursday I had to ask my co-workers what exactly I had done on Monday because I just didn't remember. Fortunately I was smart enough not to do anything particularly taxing or needing a lot of thought. The rest of that week at work was simply terrible, but that's a story for another time - see my first sentence.

No, the crux of my problem is Miss Thing. I won't go into detail because I'm just too conflicted over the whole thing to lay it out rationally, but the meat of the matter is she leaves Monday for an open-ended trip to the US. She is going to live with Uncle Gabe (that's my brother for those who are new around here) and Mrs. Gabe to... well I'm not really sure. Get her head on straight. Go to school. Pursue new opportunities. Sort her life out. Reach for the stars. Pick an explanation because I've heard them all since this plan was first put forth by Miss Thing in April.

I was originally all for this plan. Girl needs to do something as she hasn't budged since she graduated from high school nearly two years ago. But things came to my attention last weekend that changed by whole perspective and now? I'm moody. Angry. Frustrated. Bitchy. Impatient. Distracted. I can't get organized. I'm wandering about my toy-strewn house and can't focus on picking up more than a couple of things before I'm off doing something else. It's been getting worse all week to the point where the tiniest thing makes me want to scream. I can usually let things go but I'm having a tough time with this one.

I think it's time to take some advice I got from a magnet I picked up in New Mexico:

Put On Your Big Girl Panties and Deal With It

Now if I can just figure out how to get them on over my fat ass, I'll be good again.

Tales From the Trip - Tweaking

Ok boys and girls, I've finally found some time to play with my blog template. Don't bother frantically looking around to see what I've changed because I haven't done anything yet. I have a test site that I'm messing around with and I must say it's harder than I thought.

My current design is my third permanent one and it was never meant to last as long as she has. Life simply got in my way. I hate when it does that.

Oh, and I may change the name. I'm not really musing any more, or not so much, as I am living. See my previous paragraph about life getting in the way. I have two ideas in mind, but welcome suggestions. The URL won't change - still mooselet.com - so no fears about finding me or changing bookmarks.

And of course Her Majesty and Clive are now in Momma Mooselet's kitchen with me playing. An entire house to play in and they STILL have to be on top of me.

One thing that will not change is the tone of the blog. I've found my comfortable place and it makes me happy...

Of course I'm not really happy right now as I have been crowded into a corner of the kitchen table by Her Majesty and her multiple toys, and am being driven to distraction by Clive's screaming and Sparky's need to share the latest high score of some iPhone App.

See, nothing changes.

Tales From the Trip - Cape Cod Photos

So I finally found some time to post some photos over on Facebook. Photos like these:




You can find them by checking out my Facebook profile page or going here and here.

We're now in New Mexico with Momma Mooselet and Shepster and still having a good time. I haven't slept in so much in ages.

More to come later, honest.