Is it June 6th yet?

http://xkcd.com/854/

I'm tired.  Literally and emotionally exhausted.  Although, I say this and don't necessarily mean it in a negative way. I have a week into being back at the practice. 

I am extremely hopefully about getting it back on track.  My expansion plan is progressing nicely.  It is currently 23 pages long.  With a business plan that needs added along with the financial information.  I'm about right on track to being ready to turn it in on July 1st.  The practice here is actually going along nicely.  In the week I've been home, we've implemented our internship program, signed two students and in the process of filing for national accreditation.

Its easy to simply tell you that I rock at this.  I just do.  I haven't any idea why, but no matter the challenge, its successful.

I must admit my annoyance with our major insurance company.  Time and time again they prove to be useless.  I haven't any idea why they are in place or how they've been approved to stay.  When Deanna told me "this too shall pass" she didn't explain that other things will pop up so that we will continue to say this about every three months or so. 

I am sitting at my desk, with so much work to do; however, I can barely keep my eyes open.  I am waiting to make a phone call to a psychiatrist that we are planning on hiring.  Although, back to the previous paragraph, this insurance company is making simple things difficult.  Regardless, I'm moving forward with these plans.  If we provide these services, without this insurance company the so be it.  Perhaps we'll see clients cash pay, and make it affordable.  Sounds like a plan to me.

Anyway, I need to get back into a routine of exercising.  I did well when I was settling in in Bundaberg, but now I'm once again unsure of what is going to be happening with me and my life, so any commitment I think about makes me hyperventilate.  Either way, I'm thinking more and more about food.  I've eaten like shit since getting back.  I told mom yesterday that I'm buying food and making it from now on.  She thinks its because I don't like her food.  On the contrary, I don't like the side effects of her food.  Cellulite, size 10 jeans, and yes, even bigger boobs with weight gain.

So I'm going back to the drawing board.  Greens, and lean protein.  I need some recipes that don't actually require me to have an engineering degree to figure out how to make it taste good.

I do actually enjoy cooking.  I don't actually enjoy learning to cook.  I love love love cooking with the boy though.  We always have so much fun.  And no matter how hard I try to divert his attention from cooking to sex in the kitchen, he doesn't play along.  Probably a good thing.  Who wants to eat at our place if we'd just had sex on the counter tops?  Well, I would.  I would still eat the food we made if we had just had sex on the counter tops. Yummy, just imagine him bending me over the counter....flour on my face and nipples exposed, just a tendril of hair falling over my eyes as I look back at PIB and ask him not to stop.  Yep, I would eat WHATEVER we made that day. 

 I'm afraid this post may turn in a direction I didn't mean for it to go when I started.  But sadly, I may not be able to help that.  See, its been a week since I've last had sex.  Maybe more?  It feels like I've been back here in the States for 245 months.  Is it June 6th yet?

I can't wait to feel his arms around me at the airport.  Give him a big fat kiss on his lips and be annoyed at whatever silliness he is displaying that morning.