said in silence: The perversity of the human spirit is such that when a young lady longs for one specific partner, every other partner counts for nothing.

I dropped Tyler off at the airport this afternoon. He's in California attending his grandfather's funeral this weekend. I miss him. I was feeling really queasy after dropping him off (seriously, wtf is wrong with my stomach?), so instead of running any of the errands I planned to attend to, I went home and napped with the puppies. Which was nice, but I miss him. I'm a total wuss, I know. We haven't spent a night apart for almost a year, so it's a little hard to get used to. What can I say? I like having him around. I'm lonely, and because I wasn't feeling well, I missed any opportunity to meet up with friends. Oh well, at least I have the pups and the internet. Although, I can't say I've made a whole lot of use out of my internet time.

So far, I've organized my bookmarks, created a Linkin profile, wandered around Facebook, and caught up on journals. Speaking of journals, I used to feel really bad that I am terrible at regularly updating this one. Then I went and checked all of the journals I follow. Only TWO of the journals I follow have been updated since I last checked them (and some of them I haven't checked in months). Shame on you!

Here are the two that actually updated:
http://parasitehilton.tumblr.com/ - a friend's blog/tublr
http://pawcurious.com/ - I'm a nerd for spending my free time reading a veterinarian's blog, I know. But she's fun, and I kind of want her life, but with my people. So, I guess you could say she's kind of my idol, in a non religious way. Duh, she's a veterinarian who also gets paid to blog.

I want this decor. I wish we still styled ourselves and our homes like this:

I also wish instead of a mid-century home, I was able to afford a victorian home in a decent area. You see, I made the mistake of falling in love with a home before talking to a realtor about it when we first began house shopping. I fell in love with a gigantic, dilapidated victorian home that was very, very cheap. It needed a whole new kitchen, and a lot of exterior work, but I didn't care. The possibilities that ran through my head of the final product of this home were so enticing. However, the possibility of this particular home being turned into a town house and rented out for profit was even more enticing for other buyers with cash offers. We weren't able to act fast enough, and you learn. I still dream about that house. One day...