Hi!

Well the school held their annual Viking Run last Thursday and the girls did wonderfully.

SuperChic and Rapunzel both completed 22 laps. Each lap was 110 yards. The students had 20 minutes to do as many laps as they can.

We are very proud of them. SuperChic was only two laps shy of being the top girl in her class.

So, here’s the thing. Last year I asked if anyone was up to sponsoring the girls before they did the run. This year I chose to ask after because with the economy the way it is everyone’s in a bit of a financial bind.

All donations go directly towards the girls school. The money is used to help pay for field trips, classroom supplies, assemblies, playground and safety equipment.

If you would like to sponsor them please send it via PayPal to comfortablycrazy at msn dot com.

Taken on the bridge that goes from in front of Cinderella’s Castle to Frontierland.

I am voluntarily taking a time-out from the computer for a day or two.

Well, voluntarily, as in I’m going to my parents house where they do not have internet access and I won’t be back until Sunday sometime.

Tomorrow is my Mom’s 46th birthday. It’s ok that I tell you this because:
1. She doesn’t look 46
2. She is skinnier than me
3. When I was a senior in high school, they confused me by saying that my sister was there to pick me up. I don’t have a sister. (Not a biological one.)
4. See number 1

I saw my Mom a few weeks ago when we went to Disneyland, but I miss her.

I’m really glad that I get to spend these next few days with her.

I’ve been on Lexapro for a month now. It’s different than I thought it would be.

Different in a good way.

I am not a walking zombie, but I can also get through an episode of Extreme Makeover:Home Edition without needing an entire box of Kleenex. This is a good thing.

Rapunzel has even noticed a difference, and after a week of asking questions I told her what was going on.

She started by telling me that I was smiling more, laughing more, and wasn’t as crabby since I started taking my pills. I agreed. Then I told her that the pills were anti-depressants, and asked her if she knew what it meant to be depressed. She said she did, I asked for more than a yes. She said it meant you were sad all the time. I agreed with her basic explanation.

We talked about how I was feeling, when I started feeling the way I did, why I went on the medication, how long I may have to be on it, and that she won’t necessarily have this problem just because I am. She didn’t ask that last question, but if I was in her position I would worry about it, so we talked about it.

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With all the doctor’s appointments I’ve had in the last few weeks my head has not always been squarely on my shoulders. There have been quite a few days where I felt like I was off in LaLa Land and it took a real effort to get even the tiniest of things done.

While I am still worried that I may have some sort of cancer, I am trying not to focus on that. Six months of waiting will not kill me, I hope.

I am honestly glad that they found fibroids. I have been having pain for so many years it’s become the norm. When the Dr. asks me how often I have pain during/after intercourse it’s easier to say how often I don’t have pain. I’m not opposed to a hysterectomy whether it be partial or complete. I would actually welcome it. Other than for hormone levels, I don’t need the parts anymore.

So unless something major happens in the next six months I am taking the “wait and see” approach.

It may be a long bumpy road ahead of me and I’m sure I won’t arrive on the other side without my share of bumps and bruises, but I have my safety harnesses in place, so I will arrive on the other end whole.