I'm not good at doing much lately except for drinking Miller 64 and enjoying summer. I have spent the usual amount of time surfing the net and stalking my favorite bloggers and managed to keep myself amused. Since regaining my vision, I read all three of the book in the Hunger Games trilogy. I am still nursing a book hangover having just completed Mockingjay about six hours ago. There has been an abundance of yard work, gardening and beer drinking bocce ball. A few parties here and there and the usual douchebaggery that goes on living with three males. The testosterone levels increased for the last month with the visit of my husband's almost-12-year-old son (that would equal 11 but this is the age he presents himself). Needless to say there has also been an increase in horror movie watching, WWE, video games and outings to stock car races.
I also feel like I just woke up the inner-Nikki. By that, I mean the me that used to be me prior to being 30-somethingish. The me who was more wanton and spontaneous. I feel so frustrated with life events that are outside of my control that I have just had to start accepting them for what they are and move on in spite of what that may mean. Changes are coming. Not sure when but they are. It's rather like forecasting a storm by the feelings in your bones. Mine is more like a storm in my head and heart that has been brewing for way too long. Grab an umbrella and hold on tight.