Back.

So, I just got back from Starbucks or SB as I've come to refer to it. Taking time to meet up with the gals and chit-chat, catch up on each other's lives...well it's like a breath of fresh air. It's been a lonnnnng while since I've posted and much has gone on. To make a verrrry long story short I still have school, my son's school, household things, regular worries, you know the usual. My mom passed away in December, the 15th at 5:45p to be exact and it is still surreal. Life has its up and downs and in this crazy world I am one of those people that simply must make time for "me". And I do.

SB is my haven. I walk in and the baristas all know me by name, they know what my "regular" drink is (Grande or Venti, toffee nut Pike Place; room for cream please.) I'm one of the regulars and when I get there the other regulars are usually there; Ann and her husband Gil, Steve - who's wife we've never seen, Sammie - who hurt her knee and his waiting to get into the Navy,...etc. We all meet up, play some Tri-ominoes (a version which is altered on a regular basis, but fun as hell nevertheless), talk about life, politics, books, whatever. After two hours there, I'm refreshed and feel like me again. I used to feel guilty about taking that time. I don't now because I realize I need it. More importantly, I realize that it is okay to need it. That was the toughest part.

Unfortunately, there are far too many things on my "to-do" list so I have to budget my time wisely between school, family, friends, Facebook (yes, I'm hooked too), Cityville (damn those folks at Zynga!), and everything else. For now, this will have to do. Truth is, blogging may be useless, and no one may read them, but it's cathartic and sometimes that's enough.