MIA: One Word, Two Meanings
OK, you got me. MIA is not technically a word per-say. I should have said, “MIA: One Abbreviation, Two Meanings.”
First Meaning – I have been MIA for a few weeks now to the Internet world. I’ve not been totally MIA, but the sitings have been rare. If I were famous, the paparazzi would be getting big bucks for capturing my rare sitings in Internet land. Anyhow, so I’ve not been writing as frequently as I prefer to. I wish it was because I was off doing amazingly fascinating things, but nothing too terribly fascinating has been going on. Instead, I’ve been consumed with pushing through winter. I usually get home in the evenings, and when everything else is done, I write. However, during the past month or so, after I’ve forged through my day at work and attempted to contribute to the household, I’m dead exhausted. I sit down to write, but end up zoning out in front of a blank screen or dozing off. I have plenty that I want to talk to you about, but the energy hasn’t been making it through my finger tips. I’m hoping that when this Arctic weather backs off, my drive and energy will return, and I can pick up the writing pace.
Second Meaning – Steve is spending the week in MIA, AKA Miami. While Moanna and I are up here in the worst winter Virginia has experience in over ten years, Steve is living it up in Miami with the sunshine, warm weather, the ocean and palm trees. He is there on business all week, but I’m still a little bitter about it. I hope he as a successful work week, but part of me wants it to be cold and dreary all week. Hey, don’t you judge me. I am fully aware that I have a few issues to work through when it comes sunshine sharing. Steve was fully aware of this crazy side of me when he married me. We’re in negotiations as to how often the sun can shine when his is MIA.
To bring things full circle. Because Steve is in MIA, I am MIA to the Internet world. He pulls a lot of weight around the house, and when he’s not here, I have to cover for him. I don’t mind picking up the slack while he’s out of town because I know he’s working hard for our family, but man, it royally bites some days.
**In case you were wondering, I am aware of the crappy flow and grammar in this post. I’m just too tired to go back and fix it. If I take the time to fix it, you may be waiting another week for the next post to come. I’m zoning out and dozing off, so just roll with it. I’ll try to be more alert next post.
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Clever nonetheless. Even though its springlike here in Vancouver, I dream of tropical holidays and having my husband around all day long so we can be casual parents and just enjoooooy our baby boy without thinking about dinner and cleaning and … you know the drill..
You may very well get your wish. We got that shot of cold air, too. While Miami is further south than Gainesville, it’s still not going to be appropriate beach weather.
It won’t be freezing, but it won’t be warm.
Larry and his brother are headed for Florida tomorrow to tend to their ailing mother. I checked the forecast for Daytona in order to help him pack. All I can say about their upcoming weather is at least it’s a little warmer than it is here! Had to make room for some sweatshirts and am packing winter gear and emergency kit because before they reach the Sunshine State, they are going to have to brave some really nasty road conditions all the way through Georgia. As much as I’d like to be headed south, this is one road trip I’m more than happy to miss.
I am jealous too!
A taste of the single mother life… it’s no fun but rewarding in the long run.
This was really clever!
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