I am here.
I'm alive.
I'm sick.
But alive.
So that's definitely a good thing.
So y'all know how I was whining about being "stuck" in Orlando with nothing to do? I'm glad I enjoyed it while I was there because now that I am home, life is going a zillion mph. Yes, a zillion.
Work. Workworkwork. Which is GREAT- Dear Mazda That I Love: I WANT YOU PAID OFF. I WANT TO OWN YOU...
I want to buy clothes.
Now some would think that I would use at least one paycheck to purchase my husband and myself ya know- at least some decent winter clothing to help us survive the season? Nope. I am 100% focused on that car. Sweaters? NAH! Lets just keep wearing the same things we've worn all year long- only with hoodies over them. I have hoodies. Yeah. Hoodies with "Hong Kong Disneyland" plastered across the front. I am so stylish!
Santa Clauses: Please be kind.
I got a really good job offer. (A REAL kind of job- not the acting kind...) I turned it down. Turmoil- lots of it. Long story that I absolutely won't bore you all with- but that's been my last couple weeks.
I'm ready for turkey and pie. Tonight I had pizza and cinnamon bread sticks. It was delish. So much for saving my weekly calories for later in the week.
On Saturday nights there's this little ditty on 106.5 called "Showtunes Saturday Night." OH, I'm sorry, what? You changed your name to "Showtunes Tonight"????? Living in Florida threw me off my Utah groove. Point is: I heard Frances Ruffelle's version of "On My Own," (shudder...) and was thrown into my 1992 "Karaoke while my mom isn't home" days. I have a tape- yes, a TAPE- of me singing that song, HER style during that era. Thank heaven I grew out of THAT phase.
I should go to bed.
Bring on the blizzard.
I love winter.
It's a good thing I have all those hoodies.