Sicko

No, I'm not talking about the Michael Moore flick.
I'm talking bout me.

Right after I pulled myself from out of the dark clutches of depression, WHAM

The flu.
Full blown, sweating buckets while shaking under a thick winter duvet, flu.
I haven't felt like this in at least a decade.
It's enough to make me want my Mommy (but had to suppress this urge, as cleaning my whole house to be white-glove-able is soooo not something I was gonna do!)

So my plans to get on track with blogging and twitter is derailed once more as my head hurts so bad that it feels like my eyeballs might give up on their sockets and just walk away.
And I won't even tell you what my tonsils want to do to my throat.  It's criminal.

And thus, I leave you after this brief, forced, and kinda whiny post....
I just felt like I needed to reconnect with y'all, even if just for a moment.
And let ya know I'm still alive! (in case you haven't been following my bitchy flu-induced rantings on Twitter!)

Till better days. <3

Easing back in...

I've been climbing, slowly, cautiously, out of the black hole I fell into about a week ago.

Did y'all miss me?

I have missed you.  It's amazing how much perspective I gain through my one-sided conversations with you (via Twitter it's more two-sided, at least - helping me maintain the belief that I don't spend the MAJORITY of my time talking to my cats... only part of my time :P)

Still,  I'm not ready for a full expose of what's been up.
I can't yet explain my MIA status on Twitter and in the blogosphere.
I'm not sure what happened; what's happening; what will happen.
It's as if my mind is stuck in a partial fog, preventing me from opening up. 
Aside from the few rants I've had on Twitter I've been pretty quiet for the last little while. In real life, as well as cyberspace. 
Introspective, but cautious.
Diving too deep into my psyche has proven dangerous for me in the past.

I'm not sure what prompted this particular delve into the dark (other than perhaps the video of my fat ass that I watched post-hike... I thought I was over being depressed about my body since D seems to be a big fan either way, but apparently not... )

I really don't know.  I'm all confused.


But I know this -
I got some KICK ASS photos (other than my #beingabigfathugewhalesucks photos)
And now I shall share them with you.


Help me climb the rest of my way outta the hole!
I've been planning, plotting & scheming a doozie of a post for when I do finally have my wits back and about me - or at least 75% of 'em... So pad my ego and leave some love!
<3