Times that Try a Princess's Soul

Ok, so just forgive the horrendous poetic license that I just took with that title. But trust me, the soul of the princess...it's tried....and Tried...and...well you get the picture, right? Let's start with the fact that after years of having teenagers and young adults of all shapes and sizes underfoot in my home, I now am dealing with peace and silence within the walls of my humble apartment. And as if empty nest syndrome wasn't enough, my biggest client is having major problems treating me as an independent contractor and not an employee. It's not enough that he still isn't paying me at the correct level for the difficulty of work he demands, but now he wants more hours without paying for them. AND he can't seem to grasp the meaning of 'overwhelmed'. See? Sounds pretty trying doesn't it?
So tonight I'm going out with my best buddy "G" and her super-fantabulous guy in hope that I'll be able to relax, have fun and ease my weary soul. At the least perhaps I can get into enough trouble to take my mind off the rest. Wish me luck!!!

This is Harder than I thought..

I've discovered that leaving your last born child at a college almost a thousand miles away from where you are currently living sucks! We moved him into his new college luxury apartment with the private bedroom today. We got his ID card, we paid his fees, made trips to Target, went back to the apartment and said goodbye. And...I...Cried on the way back to the hotel. And I cried not for my son, who is nervous because his financial aid package hasn't been processed by the financial aid dept yet, I'm confident that he is going to be just fine. I cried because I know how much I'm going to miss him. I cried because both he and his sister have moved from my home within two months time, I cried he's going to be too far away to come home for the weekend. I cried because I can feel the loneliness already.
Is this empty nest syndrome? Suddenly being sassy and single doesn't seem so cool anymore. My desire to be nestled back in the foothills of North Carolina is so strong that it's a physical pain as I prepare to drive north tomorrow morning and leave it and my son behind...

Now that I'm not Spam

And I don't mean ..."crazy, tasty", I mean that I went to post yesterday and was greeted by a message that Blogger Bots had identified my blog as being 'potential' Spam. Me? the Princess of Girly Girl, called Spam? A canned, processed product? How could that be? Not only had I been designated as such, I would not be allowed to post until I formally asked for my account to be reviewed and unlocked. The Princess was not pleased.
Then tonight, when I logged in, I was greeted with this " You are not SPAM". Apparently the Blogger Bots had a short circuit and my blog as well a many others were locked in error. The Princess Girly Girl is back!! Except now it's late and my iTunes post will have to wait.