Today's been full of random thoughts and the first I'd like to share is about tearing the address off of subscription magazines...is it really essential? I finished a Parenting a the gym (yup, I'm that chump WALKING on a treadmill, reading) and wanted to put it in the giveway bin, but felt odd about leaving my address on. Is it rude to tear it off? Is it cool/hipster/risky to leave it on? Do people rip their address off because they are afriad that someone with similiar editorial interests will hunt them down at their home address? Am I just niave?
Next, I just learned that "emo" is short for "emotional." In that case, Frank and I are both emo for sure. Jordan has only been gone since Sunday (4 days) and I'm in phase 4 of my self diagnosed missing Jordan syndrom. First I feel independent. Next I feel overwhelmed. Then I get sad and lonely and the fourth phase (today) I get straight pissed. I don't know how single moms and military wives do it. They must not be as emo as me.
That reminds me of a similiar life spectrum I broke down to Jordan over our valentine's day dinner. We both got a prix fix (why not just call it Price?) selection and by the third course I was going to burst. I didn't really realize I was speaking out loud and mumbled, "Great, I'm full...now I just going to get mad." I had to explain to Jordan that my hunger-to-full scale is very sensitive and begins and ends with sleep. When I'm really hungry, I just sleep. When I'm really full, I just sleep. Everything in between hangs in a delicate balance between just right and over stuffed. If I gorge myself, the time in between being really full, angry because of it and fast alseep is short lived.
It was a romantic evening for sure.
Until next time...hopefully within Q1 of 2013!
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