Greetings from the Bell Jar...

No need to call out the search teams, I'm alive.  Well, to be fair, I'm breathing, not sure how alive I really am.  I know I've been very remiss in my blogging.  I suck, plain and simple. 

I'm in the final throws of what I like to call a minor bump in the road.  The people who live with me would call this the mother of all nervous breakdowns.  Pish...posh even.  I'm fine, ducky, despondent er ok?  I'm ok.  I'm just a complex creature with various issues shall we say, and when you combine those issues (ie: depression, anxiety, PTSD,and insomnia) with being broke, old, scared, miserable and housebound, add in two sick kids and shake, well, it's just not a pretty sight.

I've wanted to come and blog.  To have some outlet, but really I didn't think the internet would be fond of posts that began, "Today I refrained from stabbing myself in the eye with my fork at dinner and other joyful ditties."  But like I said, I'm going to pout, panic, pace and ponder for a short while longer and then I'll be back to my normal cheerfully sarcastic diatribes about nothing.

Yeah Me, go team, rah rah, oh forget it..I'll be back soon :)