I exist!
Soooo...I re-found my LiveJournal. Again. Don't really have anything profound to say today. I've been drinking Bud Light since I dunno...7ish. Steve went with Jeremy to go do donuts at the high school...and they blew out a tire. So I'm sitting here, next to the Christmas tree and our Evergreen scented candle placed upon a candle warmer (which prolongs the life and still releases the scent without the flame, woo...). Max and Remi are here with me...the Husky dog just let out a manly fart but didn't acknowledge it. I don't know if I'm ready for Christmastime. I have a few gifts, but not enough by my standards. We've scraped by, so to speak, the past few holidays, and I don't want that to happen again this year. I've got some things, but I want to get more for my loved ones. I am happy that I got the decorations up last weekend...and had Tuesday off to "super-clean" the house. But as my OCD personality will have it...I'm never satisfied. The basement's still a mess...there are a few dishes in the sink to clean...there's always laundry to do. My car needs it's oil changed (the "Mistake"), and the dogs need baths....cuz they smell like dogs. A woman's work never ends, as they say. Work is going okay...we're unbelievably slow this time of year...the past couple days I've felt like I haven't accomplished a thing. We don't have a single surgery scheduled for next week...and actually, the last time I checked we only had 3 appointments on Monday (an 11-hour day). I appreciate the break and all...and having the time available to challenge my mind and create new forms and such for the hospital...but at the same time, it drives me stir-crazy because I feel like the day will never end. My mom went to visit Uncle Terry and Cathy Mae this week. I wish I could have gone...I've been waiting 15 years to see my cousin (who was more like my sister at one point), but I do have to work...and so does Steve...so I couldn't. I really wanted her to take down the stuffed leopard, Precious, that I've been saving to show her since 1995, but my parents couldn't find it. Ah, I dunno...Steve just came home, so I'm gonna run off.