Seattle Part 2

You have not been to Seattle until you visit this site. I am not saying you have to go up, but you at least have to get a photo of it. LOL

Seattle, WA

It is a foggy day here in Seattle, WA. But still I can tell it is a wonderful place. I am having fun with my brother. Soon I will see rest of west coast family. More later.

Blogging by Email

The last couple of blog messages have been submitted by my mobile phone (the ones with the photos) and by email (the ones with text only). I haven’t had a whole lot of “online” time. So I’ve had to find some alternative means of getting posts out there! So far it has been working beautifully.

I really don’t have anything new to report right now. Just been doing a lot of thinking, a lot of working, and getting back on track with my healthier lifestyle plan after two days of eating debauchery. I gained 5 lbs since Saturday and so far I have lost 2 lbs of that. My official weigh in day is tomorrow. I’m disappointed in how I did, but at least I recognized the recklessness and am back on track now.

My biggest fear at this point is that I’m entering a manic phase. I feel the edge of it. I’ve got this jittery feeling and a feeling of wanting to get out and do something exciting. That is really dangerous for me. But then again…I am seeing it in myself and I can curb those feelings. So in that respect, I’m really proud at how far I have come. Even though I’m medicated and I take my Depakote religiously…it isn’t 100% effective. I’m still going to have depressive days and manic days. It is a part of who I am. No medication in the world is going to make me the picture perfect image and I’m not the Stepford wife type of person. I’m too opinionated, stubborn and independent. LOL AMEN

So with a slap on my own bootie (hehehe) I’m getting my tail back to the fun world of Customer Service (someone strangle me with the phone cord now). LUV YA!!!

Angel Day

You can’t really see the photo in the frame, but it is my mom. Today is one of my angel days. It has been 1 year and 8 months since her passing. That would explain the funk I feel today.

Artist in the Family

I love my daughters artwork.