Stress...it's a killer

If you have ever watched Anastasia the animated film, there's a little bat that says to the evil villian, "Stress. It's a killer, sir. My cousin Izzy killed over mid mango." I love that line! It makes me laugh and sigh at the same time.

Stress is nature's way of telling you your alive and if you want to stay that way you better slow down, calm down and wise up. Well, I'm not figuring out how to do that very quickly these days. Which is why you, my wonderful readers, are the receipent of a 4:00 a.m. blog post. I wish I could say that this is the first morning I've been up this early, but no, I can't say that. However, I am sitting in the comfort of my home, in my pjs, because we have internet again! :) THAT's worth blogging about! Smile if you catch the irony here. :)

Okay, so back to my stress. It's everywhere but with my Mr. Website Guy and a few choice friends and family. For that I am MOST grateful! I can handle all the other stressors if I have my wonderful Mr. Website Guy and family and friends to support me. My number one support these last three weeks of minimal sleep, excessive stress, and countless tears has been and always will be my Savior, Jesus Christ. He's buoyed me up. He's blessed me with strength to continue on, and kept me awake when I've been too tired to drive, work, and socialize.

My number two strength of course, is that fine specimen of a man, M.W.G.. I love this man!!!! He knows that he is 2nd only to Jesus Christ and he's okay with that. M.W.G. has been a ROCK for me these past few weeks! He's like the MinuteMen of the Colonial era. Ever at the ready to support, defend, carry, and cheer. What do you say to love like that? I'm just so grateful. The words Thank You just don't seem adequate. But until I learn a better more pure language than the English I know, they'll have to do. Thank you and I love you, M.W.G. xoxxoXXOOoxox (Nacho Libre, anyone?) Hey, I know! I'll watch Nacho Libre with you M.W.G.. That's how I tell you I love you, huh? It's growing on me you know. ;)

To my stressors, I say, thanks for letting me know my mundane, easy going life just wasn't enough. Thanks for saving me the admission charge at the amusement parks, because I've been on a much more serious roller coaster ride with you. Lastly, I want to quote my grandfather-in-law with a minor edit. "Guests [I'll say stressors, here] are like fish, after a few days, they stink." That being the case, to my stressors I plead, "For the love of SLEEP, SAFETY, and SANITY, please, please GO AWAY!" I'm going to go crawl in bed next to that amazing man I married and see if I can't get a little bit more shut eye.