Are bothering me, I keep waking up with these clear little bumps on my hands, that ITCH LIKE THE DEPTHS OF A THOUSAND FIREY HELLS.
After some quick research it turns out that its a form of eczema thats generally brought on by something you’re touching.
Greeeeeeeeat. I don’t touch gross disgusting things all the time or anything.
Off to the dermatologist I go.
In other news, life is good. I love the house, I love my fiancee. Things are moving along nicely, and we’re doing little upgrades here and there. Pictures soon I swear. I promise.
Things are moving along at quite the jaunt lately. we’re *supposed* to close on the house in 7 days! 7 days kids! Oh.My.God. I can’t believe how quickly time is ticking by lately. Its insane. Truly insane.
Work has been very slow, but apparently that is all about to change. Personally I prefer to not be busy in the summer, 1. Its beautiful outside and thats where I want to be, in my new backyard. 2. Who wants to work in a hot sweaty scenery shop in 95 degree weather for 8 hours a day, and 3. Who wants to do overtime in the above conditions.
Anyway, back to the throws of packing. Pictures of the new place to come soon. Followed by LOTS of happy home owner projects, and canning, and BBQ!!!
Filed under: 2009, Finance, life, ME, Mr. Wonderful, Plea for help, saving money, Whining and Moaning | Tags: and maybe a cow, I don't really need my own back yard, Man I really want to raise chickens, who can afford to buy a house anyway?
and I had reached the age where one starts to have serious conversations about weddings, mortgages, when/if one wants to have children, and maybe we should start saving for a down payment?
Oh and hey we’re in a ridiculously unstable industry, have you ever thought about what you might want to do if the entertainment industry goes entirely to shit?
For the record the answers to those questions are as follows
October 4th, 2008
We can’t afford one
Not right now and at least 5 years from now so my Union annuity is vested and I don’t lose it
Um yes we friggan should, as soon as we meet with the Wells Fargo guy
And um Mr. Wonderful has never thought about it. And I want to cook
Rut, down, in the dumps, whatever you want to call it, its where I am lately. I have no *real* reason to be in such a tizzy. Yet its where I find myself. Pish posh.
The holidays are just about to sneak up on us, and I feel unprepared this year, not ready, unwilling
This all runs on the heels on setting a date and place to get married, all of which seem unreal, neigh, surreal. How is this happening? How did I get here? And where do I go from here?
Filed under: Confessions of a New Yorker, favorites, ME | Tags: Billy Ray cyrus, guilty pleasure, I can't believe I just admitted that
Dear Internet,
I have a confession to make. I have a ridiculously guilty pleasure. His name is Billy Ray Cyrus. Thats right. Billy Ray Cyrus. Ever since I was about 6 and heard this song on the radio
Apparently I danced around in the river behind my grandparents house in my bathing suit singing it.
Until this
Don’t hate me.
Filed under: 2008, life, ME, The Pursuit of Happiness | Tags: life is too short for regrets
Life is too short… Grudges are a waste of perfect happiness. Laugh when you can, Apologize when you should… If not always. And let go of what you cannot change. Have NO regrets, Life is too short to be unhappy… You have to take the good with the bad… Smile when you’re sad. Love what you’ve got, And always remember what you had… Always, always forgive, but never forget. Learn from your mistakes, But never regret People change…Things go wrong… But always remember… Life goes on.
Step 2) Write the first line from the first 21 songs that play.
Step 3) Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4) Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly.
Step 5) After doing the 1st 21, listen to one more random song and post it as your title.
Filed under: 2008, life, ME, memories | Tags: 22 years young, birthdays, life
And it was, and will be for another week. I’ll enter my 22nd year next Saturday. And 21 was indeed a good year.
I saw the end of college and the beginning of the next step in my life.
We got a dog, who has infected our life with love and laughter. We moved into our second apartment, I started my life as a Local 1 stagehand, and the list goes on. I’m one year stronger, older, wiser, happier, content, and ready.
I’m ready for 22. I’ve got a feeling 22 is gonna be a good year.
But what if you don’t want there to be? What if you just want the past to be just that, past? a post over at This could Take Awhile got me thinking about my own past. And how really I would just like parts of it to recede into simple memories.
Make no mistake, I don’t regret any of it. I would make the same choices again. I am a forgiving person and a half asses people pleaser. But lately I’ve started to wonder why people can’t be the same way. Specifically people I want and need in my life. Why hang on to the miniscule problems or missteps. You only miss out on the fun things in the end.
You miss out on fun times, and one shot memories, graduations, and first cars, and mother’s day, and, and, and, and……
I live my life in the present with a good memory and an open heart.
Filed under: life, love, ME, memories, The Pursuit of Happiness, thoughts | Tags: 5 going on 40, misplaced dreams
Over the past weekend, one of my best friends from high school got married. The first one of our clan. And while I talk to the rest of them only very rarely, it seems so strange to me that anyone that I hung out with every day, is taking the next step in life.
Someone said to me recently that the celebration of graduating college should be at your own personal moment of realization. It seems to me that I haven’t really yet had that ‘realization’. But her wedding was just so surreal. It was like it wasn’t happening, until it was.
Does anyone else have this feeling that life is just sort of going on around them? Until all of a sudden something is happening, and you’re snapped back into real life only to find yourself ten steps farther ahead in life than you were, with no real recollection of how you got there. Like you too a nap when you were 6 and now you’re 22.
