The long, long weekend

So, we are two days into a three day weekend.

I am enjoying the calm.  Last year at this time was so chaotic, and I am finally realizing what I went through over the past few years.  It was that rough.

I also am realizing it will take a little time to heal from the brutal first eight months of 2015.  Losing two people who I loved very much was hard.  I do cry when I am reminded of them, and have been doing a little more of that than in the past.  Probably because it is all starting to hit home now.

Other craziness.  I spoke with my cousin today, and I guess my family is making book on when I will pop up with some boy and declare I am madly in love with him and vice versa.  I guess that one started when I was in a picture with, "quite a few awfully young men," as my aunt put it.

I then explained that with regard to encounters with men in the date pool of Rick's grand nephew, I always ask up front if it bugs them that I am a maduro,  If it did, my feelings wouldn't be hurt, BUT i do want to know up front.

It's part of engaging in safe sex, which is much more than putting on a condom.