you can always get more crazy...
So, I think I'm destined to have two jobs. I DID take the journalism job and am doing that on my, um, days off. Hoy, it's rough.
...I love it.
I feel like a volatile tornado. I don't know if it's the red in me, or my dad's bad temper genes, but both come from my dad, so I can't win. In the last week I have been
maniacly happy (Im singing loudly again in the car)
maniacly enraged (I threw a vacuum and then gouged my knuckles on it)
maniacly depressed (I can go to tears in like 5.5 seconds)
It's exhausting and yet I love feeling so alive. Just when I think I am about to blow up for good for good, I curse like a bloody sailor for about an hour and then go on with life.
I've been cooking up a storm. I love it! PS. RACHEL RAY SUCKS. I seriously find recipes a thousand times better from pbs than from her face, whether it be on TV, on Sesame Street, in a magazine, in a store ad, or on the back of a triscuit box. I reiterate: she sucks. she's the new martha stewart/opera, but at least martha knows she's evil.
ALLLSO, I am going on my first "adult vacation" next month, too. like, the kind I really earned. I'm going to help my sister move to florida. and then I'm going to walk around the state of florida sniffing flowers and enjoying the fact that I have no little kids to run after and no news to report.
Hmmm, what else what else what else
I AM going to Denver next year, and will be in debt every year after that--forever.
I am still going to physical therapy for my miserable lower back pain. I'm starting to get a 4-pk from all the crunches she's making me do.
My two year anniversary with mason is tomorrow (WHOA), but he's leaving for SD in a couple of weeks for a seasonal job.
My lease in york ends next month.
of course I still have celiac, and I think it's helping my cooking. instead of being overwhelmed with the possibilities, I'm like, "ok, it has to be vegetarian, and it has to be gluten-free." problem solved!
I bought a new vacuum (after I broke the other one, oops).
I feel like a grown-up, and that makes me bitchy. it's pretty awesome, but I wear myself out.
ummm...children's books are da bomb. seriously, I want to be ages 6-12 again.
...I love it.
I feel like a volatile tornado. I don't know if it's the red in me, or my dad's bad temper genes, but both come from my dad, so I can't win. In the last week I have been
maniacly happy (Im singing loudly again in the car)
maniacly enraged (I threw a vacuum and then gouged my knuckles on it)
maniacly depressed (I can go to tears in like 5.5 seconds)
It's exhausting and yet I love feeling so alive. Just when I think I am about to blow up for good for good, I curse like a bloody sailor for about an hour and then go on with life.
I've been cooking up a storm. I love it! PS. RACHEL RAY SUCKS. I seriously find recipes a thousand times better from pbs than from her face, whether it be on TV, on Sesame Street, in a magazine, in a store ad, or on the back of a triscuit box. I reiterate: she sucks. she's the new martha stewart/opera, but at least martha knows she's evil.
ALLLSO, I am going on my first "adult vacation" next month, too. like, the kind I really earned. I'm going to help my sister move to florida. and then I'm going to walk around the state of florida sniffing flowers and enjoying the fact that I have no little kids to run after and no news to report.
Hmmm, what else what else what else
I AM going to Denver next year, and will be in debt every year after that--forever.
I am still going to physical therapy for my miserable lower back pain. I'm starting to get a 4-pk from all the crunches she's making me do.
My two year anniversary with mason is tomorrow (WHOA), but he's leaving for SD in a couple of weeks for a seasonal job.
My lease in york ends next month.
of course I still have celiac, and I think it's helping my cooking. instead of being overwhelmed with the possibilities, I'm like, "ok, it has to be vegetarian, and it has to be gluten-free." problem solved!
I bought a new vacuum (after I broke the other one, oops).
I feel like a grown-up, and that makes me bitchy. it's pretty awesome, but I wear myself out.
ummm...children's books are da bomb. seriously, I want to be ages 6-12 again.