So the longer I've been away from this journal the more guilty and awkward I feel about posting again. But I miss it. I keep thinking that I should just bite the bullet and post, but then for whatever reason I don't. It's silly, really, on my part. So hear I am, peeking my head out like a hedgehog when winter's still six weeks away.
I stopped posting, I think, when Kris moved in. Part of it was that many of the things I would squee/rant about here I did in person with her. Partially it was just things changing, and when the dust settled I didn't get back in the habit right away, and then time went on and I hit that big of wall of weirdness and guilt. I miss this 'place' though, and you guys, and everything.
I've been on LJ this whole time, but other then some lurking I've been playing with my ridiculously large collection of muses (
no really, I mean ridiculous) Currently Sam Bosco (the Mentalist) and JJ Jareau (Criminal Minds) are the ones I play the most.
I've been watching my usual random and ever changing collection of shows: Criminal Minds, White Collar, The Mentalist, Doctor Who, Life, anything with Terry Kinney in it, etc.
Reading an amazing book right now, called 'Those Who Save Us' about a woman learning just what her mother did during WW2 in Germany.
I'm still working 4 days a week for the family painting company, plus one or two days at this awesome little kitchen store called 'Pans On Fire.'
Kris and I celebrated our two years of living together in January by getting engaged.
I suppose that's it for now.
Missed you guys.
*waves*