Runaway Bride.

I was asked again today why I’m not married. I was asked in the “I think you’re great, how come you haven’t been snapped up” kind of way. Well, that’s great. I really am glad that some people think I’m appealing, but ultimately it makes me mad. These days I usually give the excuse “I’m picky.” I am. I’m too scared and scarred not to be. People, including myself, are not always very careful with the hearts of others. Carelessness so often leads to things being broken. The same person also made a comment that equated to “You’re tough, for a girl.” An hour later a different man was attempting to manage me, trying to convince me that my insistence on extreme care was unnecessary.

When I find a man that doesn’t try to manage me, that takes great care with me, that realizes I’m strong as spider webs and just as delicate, that will hold my hand in the dark hours, and tell me stories to escape into, then I will marry (or not). I just hope I will be and do all those things for him.

This is what happens when the TV breaks and I lose my Netflix movies.

Using software to edit.

The falls.

All Joy.

Too long.

Things have been just plain nutty and stressful. That being said, all is good. The Upstairs Gang has landed safe and sound. The house is coming along, though we've gone over budget and must finish ASAP. Time is moving fast, but I think my upcoming goals are approachable. I have strange moments of feeling hopeless and apocalyptical, but I'm hoping it is just too much bad food.

I kind of feel like the calm in the storm.

I cannot wait to see my CJ!!