Wow, as soon as there aren’t prizes involved, I’m nowehere to be seen. Which just goes to show you: dangle me a carrot and I’ll jump through flaming hoops for you.
No, but seriously, I’ll put up a post to something similar to a NaBloPoMo ilk.
1) I wanted to name this blog something like “24/7/365, sometimes 366”, but that sounds too trite. And it would have been false advertising because God knows about my lackluster posting. I’m still trying to think of a pithy title. I have the pithy username, even if, in fact, it is spelled wrong.
2) My subscription to Real Simple is about to expire. I know this because in the last two weeks, I’ve been sent 6 letters letting me know that this is so. I know it sounds lame, but I don’t think that I have $24 to spare, seeing as I’ve signed up for a necessary class at Tri-C, and this is the first time I’m paying for my education up-front, and all by myself. So, I think that I’m going to let it expire. …Much to my sadness.
But let’s face it: as organized as I tried to be (in my home-making skills and elsewhere), the only real time that I read Real Simple was when I was waiting for my shower to warm up. Which is not to say that it’s a bad magazine: it’s probably my favorite magazine ever. I just have a hard time sitting down to read a magazine, due in no small part to the fact that I don’t have the money to be as organized as they suggest, nor am I a homemaker for the family.
3) I’m getting my hair cut again today. I’m not entirely sure what to do. I want long hair, but I don’t really do anything with it. So, I want a haircut that is more sophisticated, and has more body, but I don’t want anything to extreme. I wish that someone would send me in to What Not to Wear, so that not only do I get a haircut I have no control over, I also get a new wardrobe (which, I feel that I am sorely in need of). I want to tell my hairstylist, “Um…go nuts. I want body, I want sophistication, but I don’t want insanely short.”
Which is probably what clients say to piss off their hairstylists.
4) Since becoming engaged, I may have spent 4 hours seeing The Boy, and about 4 hours talking to him on the phone. For a while, I was literally doing just fine with that. I figured it was a penance to pay for being able to spent the rest of my life with him, and for me getting my life in order. But last night I had a big bout of “missing the hell out of him”.
In the spring, he’s taking only one class in the semester, so I’m only guaranteed one night a week to see him. If in fact, I do get a job at Progressive, I may have weekends off to see him. But that’s if I don’t leave [Retail Job], and right now, I just don’t know.
Not too bad. If you have any suggestions for a blog title, feel free to leave me a note.