My apologizes.

For those of you who read this.
I'm so incredibly sorry!!
LIKE REALLY.
I AM.

HONEST.

My weeks have gone from nothing. Nothing. And more nothing. With a side of babysitting, to Monday being my day of rest than Tuesday I sleep in and prepare for a study I'm in. Yes. I said study. I'm now a physical therapy and behavioral. medicine guinea pig for fibromyalgia. Yay! That means for the next six weeks or so, ( I'm about two weeks in) I'll be busy on Tuesdays and Thursdays. AND they have the nerve to give us homework! Hahaha. I say this jokingly because its all supposed to help me. But it's the beginning right now so I'm just exhausted. And any sort of life I had before the study has been thrown out of the window for this.

So as I was saying. Mondays I now spend saving my energy for Tuesdays. But the past few Mondays I've ventured out and been brave enough to walk to my friends houses. This usually ends in exhaustion at the end of Monday and early Tuesday though.

Then Tuesday starts with a late start and easing into getting ready to leave for the study. Which doesn't start until 4. Then I usually veg out the rest of the night.

Wednesday is a big recovery day and I spend it sleeping, mustering the energy to stretch and forcing myself up the stairs to shower so I don't have to take as long of one on Thursday. Some times I feel okay on Wednesday evenings. Other times not. Weather has been a big factor lately.

Thursday I'm supposed to babysit, but I haven't been able to the past two Thursdays from stress and weather related migraines. So if I don't end up babysitting, I usually sleep in and then have the same routine as Tuesday.

Fridays and Wednesdays are similar but Fridays usually have more soreness from the previous study days of physical therapy.

The weekend, depending on how I feel can either be very productive and social, or be spent indoors and kept to myself.

Welp.
There's an in-depth explanation as to why I haven't been writing, and I hope to get back on here about once a week.
Fingers Crossed.

Yours Truly,

The Opinionated Wallflower.

Thursdaysss

So today's Thursday.
Welp. Obviously.
But. On most every Thursday I babysit three very important members of my family.
My five year old niece.
My three year old nephew.
And my six month old nephew.

Yes. All at the same time.

Well that past is only partially true because I'm there to help out my stepmom. Which, lets be honest here. Isn't the one doing the majority of the work.
But that's a WHOLE 'nother blog post.

BACK TO THE POINT HEREEEE.

Thursdays can be pretty eventful and Kim of exhausting, so if I get up to my goal of blogging 5-6 days a week, it most likely will end up maxing out at four some weeks.

WHY YOU ASK?

Well, because sometimes I spend Wednesdays in a Zombie-like zen mode where nothing matters besides saving all of my energy for the day ahead. And then there's SUPER HYPER KID FILLED BUY THURSDAYS. And lastly, there's rehabilitation and death-like sleep Friday.

So if I get myself to quit forgetting to just STOP EVERYTHING AND BLOGGGGG then maybe this will all work out.
Mmmmmmkay?

Oh, and here's some lovely creations my niece Kelsey has made on past Thursdays courtesy of my iPhone apps.

Slackerrrrr.

So I feel like I'm already neglecting my blog.
I sincerely apologize.
Turns out I've been spending a lot of my time trying to find ways to continue to be super cool for this girl I like?
Cause she thinks I'm cute. :3

Insert Rudolph Picture Here.

And I'm fursurree not used to girl's I like being like, OH HEY I LIKE YOU TOO. I'm used to UHM LIKING GURLS IS GRODY. Sooooo yeah.

TIME FOR ME TO GO BACK TO BEING CUTE AND TRYING TO BE LAID BACK ABOUT BEING AWESOME.
(Cause in reality I think I'm none of the above btw.)

Oh. And she'll be the only one to fully get the second picture. Buuuut.
<3s for my Wesley.

Be my friend?

That moment when you realize that no one that lives near you is your friend. At least like they used to be. Be it that they're at a different stage in their life than I am. Or that they're so super busy. Or they've moved away to college. Or they don't want to be my friend anymore because they don't believe my medical problems are real. SOOO yeah.
Loner status.
Be my friend?

At least I'll always have my cats!

I CAN HAS FOLLOWER

So because I'm super awesome and shit.
Aka. One of the hostages in my basement decided to be cool and follow me.
THEY GET A SPECIAL DEDICATION POST.
HUZZAHH

P.S. if it fits it ships.

First Post!

HOORAY.
I'm BLOGGING.
Okay so for those of you who are reading this (probably just me and people I've forced to check out my blog while I hold them hostage in my mother's basement) I love you. No really. You've chose to read the most random rant about any and everything when you could be DOING SOMETHING WITH YOUR LIVES. So therefore I commend you and knight you as my friends of the dodecahedral table. I never was a fan of things that were round.

Forever indebted to you,

The Opinionated Wallflower

P.S. Here's a peekaboo ostrich for your enjoyment.