Ferbys and Guardian Angels

So this week sucked. Majorly. I thought that perhaps it was just a thing I was going through.  On Monday when I woke up and wanted to set someone on fire (no body in particular, just someone) I thought that some ice cream and putting a smile on would make it fade, but now it is Saturday night and I have gone from furious and raving to just down right sad.

But this is supposed to be about make me a better... me! So let's do this right.  Today I emailed a bunch of people trying to fix a big screw up on my end.  I am really hoping that when life resumes on Monday things are a bit better.  I was so grateful for today.  I slept in until 12:45 and then stayed in my pjs until 5:30.  I took the day just to myself.  I didn't think of anyone else or worry about anything.  I watch an old tv show (family favorite) the A-Team.  If you have never seen it watch the 3rd episode on Netflix.  It isn't until the third one before it starts really getting good.

After I got dressed I went to dinner with a pretty down to earth friend.  He never pushes for info and is just kind of laid back.  Really what I needed today.  Really what I have needed all week actually.  So we went to dinner and then I went to a birthday party.  90's themed!  Really brought back my childhood.  Somebody must know what I need right now who knows more than me because even an hour of just chilling playing with old McDonald's style Ferbys was calming.  And the root beer floats that went with it really hit the spot.

I also need to say a thank you really quick.  I sincerely thank my guardian angel today.  You didn't let me get a stomach ache after eating a tube of cookie dough last night and you made sure that I got home safely after work even though I had a horrible headache and couldn't see very well through my tears.

To all of my readers (I'm sure you are out there somewhere), I hope you have a wonderful guardian angel as I do.  Sorry this was a bit of a lame post.  I'm still getting used to this blogging thing.  I promise it will get better.  Just hang in there.  This really is a better diary than I ever wrote in as a child.

Keep living gloriously friends!

Maria