Pearls out of Poo Cherries

Geez I've been such a big fucking sook.

Seriously, I don't know what's wrong with me lately.

I've gotten through these last eight years since my divorce, on my own with the kids and work and bloody study. How did I do that?? By making a choice to take every 'negative' thing that comes along, any 'uncomfortable' change to my life or routine, and find the positive in it.

So that's what I've done...and I've gotten through. But, what did I do this time with the massive Poo Cherry (house being sold) and the subsequent Poo Fucking Meteors being launched at me??? I chuck a sooky la la and hide away from all you gorgeous folk who I know actually do give a crap.

Not that my 'real life' friends don't, they are the BEST but my bloggy friends are awesome too (even you lurkers, you know who you are).

So I'm dragging myself out from under my rock and just gonna start talking about it again. I really need to. By 'it' I just mean my life..nothing major, just the usual drama and absurdities. I've actually even found a positive in all the stress and inconvenience of having complete strangers wander through my home.

Everything and everyone happens for a reason so I'm going to just go with it and see where I end up. Change is scary, but it can also be exciting.

But, can't stay on here now as I've taken the day off to study (I mean work from home if Spiffo or The One formerly known as Miss Moneypenny reads this) for a mid-semester maths exam Monday, so I shall fill in the blanks later.

Gawd seems like forever since I wrote and I feel like a load has been taken off already. Thanks for all your messages and for checking up on me guys, and special positivity being sent out to Ms Raechelle xxxx

Me.

Oh and PS my hair is looking totally awesome.

PPS - please click here for definition of Poo Cherry.