I remember shopping for this dress.

I went with my Mother to a place called Goldwater's.

They had the most beautiful wedding dresses.

I tried two dresses on and when I put this one on,

I knew.

It had pink flowers and a pink ribbon.

34 years later and it's still hanging in my mother's closet

and I'm still sleeping with the same guy.

Life is a bit strange lately.

Not busy, but busy...

it seems as if, time is flying by.

Not accomplishing much.

Which drives me crazy. I'm list maker. A doer.

And I can't seem to get my sh.. together.

I can't even decide if I'm drinking latte's or diet coke.

Eating healthy, and then eating chocolate ice cream from the carton

because my sweet tooth has kicked in and eating healthy is out the window.

Grocery list? what's that?

What to cook for dinner draws a blank. Every single morning.

Praying. Not praying.

Mad at God. In love with God.

In love with my husband. Mad at my husband.

What are you fixing for dinner tonight?

I feel like I boarded a plane that was bound for war.

as if, I was dropped from the sky and landed in a country that was no longer mine.

and there's no escape.

Hell.

It feels like hell.

A war without guns, tanks or fighter jets or bombs.

Good vs. Evil

Evil has ramped up its forces.

Good is vacillating on being PC.

Everything that I was taught growing up is upside down.

Everything.

I am a stranger in my own country.

Petie