by Tamara Flaherty
Just a heads-up. This isn’t a deep, thoughtful post. It’s just random thoughts that rise out of my sleep-deprived brain. I’m trying to lower your expectations ahead of time to avoid any disappointments or lawsuits for breach of contract.
Sometimes I can’t even stand to read my own drivel and end up erasing everything I’ve written, like I just did a few minutes ago. I wish I knew how to capture the thoughts running through my head and write them down in a way that says what I am feeling while I’m thinking them.
I have such profound thoughts!
No, seriously, I do lol
As I’m trying to write them, they just magically turn into mindless drivel. See it’s happening again. I should just delete again and start over but I’ll keep trudging forward.
I’m lying in the dark and everyone else is asleep. I should be sleeping but I can’t. Too many things to think/worry about tonight.
For someone who doesn’t actually “do” much anymore, I sure worry about a lot of things.
I haven’t written anything lately, mainly because I have way too much on my mind to say and I’m worried that I might actually say it.
I figure the best course of action is to not say anything until I don’t want to say it as badly.
It’s kind of like counting to ten when your mad, just Tamara style.
So for those of you who have been asking why I haven’t written a blog in a while, that’s my official answer. I have too much to write about and so I can’t write.
So instead of a well thought out blog post, here is a random list of the things on my mind that I’m thinking or worrying about tonight. These are in no particular order of importance so don’t attach any significance to the hierarchy.
Michelle’s wheelchair and how to get it for her.
What I’m going to do when my “fat” jeans don’t fit anymore. That’s going to be next week at the rate I’m going. Seriously, next week, not even kidding about that. Sheesh!
The budget. HA, I mean the lack of a budget and how I need to get one and stick with it.
The ELEVEN-THOUSAND DOLLARS I owe the IRS. (thus the need for the budget). It seriously hurts just typing that. Ouch!!
If you’re a parent that’s all I need to say about that. If you’re not, nothing I say will explain it. Just number 6 alone could keep me awake the rest of the night.
The Bundy Ranch fiasco. That leads to me worrying about the whole corrupt government and their massive power grab of our freedoms and rights. Blah blah blah
My faith. Trying to figure out exactly how the “trusting God” with my worries works. Obviously I still need a budget , still need to pay my taxes, etc. right? So it’s not like I can just not think about and plan for things.
I sure wish I could pray myself thin again. No one has tried to sell that weight loss method yet have they?
Hey! That might be the answer to my budget problems. Lol just kidding, maybe.
So there is a brief glimpse into the workings of my mind in the middle of the night. Enjoy!
This is the before picture. I’m just not going to bother with the after picture. We will just all pretend this is current and forget the discussion about “fat jeans” and prayer dieting ever happened ok?
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