Just proving that I am still designing…

Okay.
Truth be told….
I was sick of seeing that last “downer” post at the top of my site.
Somethin’ had to push that NIGHTMARE down to the bottom where I don’t have to see it anymore!
Thanks, once again, for all of your comments and emails.
You continue to touch my life.

This is really a surprise to me.
I know you probably don’t believe me…. but you should.
I just want to say, once again, that I am really overwhelmed and touched by all of your emails and comments. (Even the one that told me that I was a bad writer.)

I guess I should come clean about this whole mess.
Really, the reason I’ve got to take a break is pretty simple.
I’m sad.
Some would call it “depressed”, but since I HATE that word I will just stay in my comfortable place known as “denial”. You see, once upon a time, about eight years ago, I was severely depressed. I mean, depressed to the point that I attempted to leave this life. By choice. Needless to say, I had an extended stay vacation at a local resort (read: mental hospital) where the staff made sure that I was comfortable (read: alive). I left the hospital when I was well rested (read: “safe”) and went straight into about three years of continuous therapy. I was twenty years old. And this is why “depression” is an ugly word to me.

No. I am NOT severely depressed.
I am just not having a fun time with life.
And breaking my foot has not helped one bit.
There is a lot going on in my life that I am not going to share with the internet.
I don’t feel that I have to because I’m sure that ALL of you know what happens when LIFE happens. When life happens, it means that things aren’t going well. It means that things just keep going wrong. I want to put it out there, however, that my kids are healthy and that I am still in a very happy and stable marriage.

After thinking about this over the past several days I believe that this is going to be a break and not a permanent goodbye. I don’t know for how long, but I do know that it will be at least until my foot is all healed up. Apparently I don’t function very well when something inside of me is broken. It’s as if when I broke my foot I broke my spirit at the same time. And heaven knows, I am no good if I have a broken spirit.

I will miss you all. Thanks so much for being a community that I really felt a part of. Thank you for your acceptance of me and all of my ranting and crazy talk. I found support in this community that I have never encountered before. I have met some amazing people who have truly become friends. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for stopping by here every once in a while. I don’t think that I could ever express what that has meant to me.

Nello.Out.

It seems as if my fifteen minutes are up.
So I think I will take my cue and exit, stage left.

I’ve had a good time with you all…. but really.
My time is up and I’ve got to get.
So sorry for the surprise goodbye…. (I’m just as surprised as you.)

UPDATE: I feel that I owe an explanation.
At first I didn’t think that I needed to give one…. but after reading all of your emails and comments, I now know that I do. I’ve been blogging for a year and I guess it is pretty rude to take off without explaining first.
After I’ve thought about the situation some more I will write about what is going on.
I’m just not ready yet.
Thanks for all the nice stuff you said. I am really, incredibly touched.

~Thanks for making me get all misty-eyed.~

I hate crutches.
HATE.them.
I know I said that there would be no more foot complaining…. but I just can’t help myself.
I’m pretty unhappy and it’s not really getting any better.

Holly asked me the other day if I had gotten a rash under my arms from the crutches.
Ummmm… No. But I have broken a buch of blood vessels in that area. And it looks oh so pretty.
Have I told you about how I can’t shave my leg? You know… the leg that my broken foot is attatched to? Yeah. That leg looks super duper sexy as well. Oh, the hair. The PRICKLY hair.

Tyson took me to see Talladega Nights on Saturday night with some friends and although it was one of the funniest movies I think I have EVER seen, I still managed to wake up on Sunday feeling down and out.

Before you click out I have some great advice for you.
Never wear a flip-flop when you are forced to hop around on crutches.
Because you WILL get a blister between your toes.
Trust me.

Oh WAIT!
Just one thing about this movie…..
There is cougar.
And the cougar’s name is Karen.
So.Damn.Funny.

“Look at her hair.”

“You should have seen it when she got up. She looked like Nick Nolte.”

“AhhhhhHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

By the way.
Tyson is the one with all the clever jokes.

This photo is courtesy of Tyson, husband of Nello.
This is Helene having her own private water party.
“Private” because even though she looks all sweet, she wouldn’t let Simon play with her.

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