Archive for March 14th, 2010

Andy was assigned to a 3 week business trip to Buenos Aires, Argentina this month. To wish him a safe journey, we spent some time with our good friends Friday night. It will be a decent amount of time before we’re all together again.

Last week also happened to be Miss Syndi's birthday! Wishing her the best!!

Carrie and Tatjana showing off just how awesome they are! Love the pose!

The boys refusing to let me take a decent picture, so they're being their usual silly selves. Trust me, I took several pictures...and this is the best one.

Brittany and me still groggy from a late night at the Taylor Swift concert, but trying to put on our best smiles and attitudes to wish Andy bon voyage!

I suppose 3 weeks isn’t really that long, but it does make for a large period of time that I have to spend by myself. Though it’s not a thought that I like to dwell on, I’m not particularly good at being alone. It’s not just the deafening silence that now seems to fill the house, but also the feeling of being isolated from the rest of the world I suppose. (Apparently being by myself also increases my need to be melodramatic) Yes, going out with friends in Andy’s absence helps…but they certainly can’t babysit me 24 hours a day!

To add to the strange lonely melancholy…I also have a cursed over-active imagination. In the middle of the night, I’ll sit peering anxiously over the edge of my blankets unable to close my eyes long enough to sleep and wonder if the sound outside was too similar to a screeching banshee or perhaps if Bloody Mary will appear next to me in the bathroom mirror. All particularly frightening ideas left over from my elementary school days that I apparently haven’t yet banished.

I was a terribly wimpy child, afraid of practically everything (ghosts, robbers, aliens, monsters, the police, jail, showers, tornado sirens, thunderstorms, fire, earthquakes, computer games, ticking clocks, the wood paneling in the downstairs bathroom that looked like it had eyes…etc). And somehow being a 27 year old by herself at 2 in the morning seems to have brought back a lot of unsettling nightmares.

So, yes…I’m a ninny. A ninny that will probably sleep on the couch with her pets close by and the lights on for several nights, though I haven’t any clue why the couch feels safer. Sigh…I confuse even myself! No worries though, I’m sure I’ll be just fine in the end. I suspect the next three weeks will probably make me face some old fears. And that’s a good thing, right?