Dear Blogosphere (that reminds me of the most highly desired frogosphere which I did not get for Christmas last year!),I apologize profusely for neglecting you. My procrastination has reached fever pitch and it's rare for me to do anything useful or timely as of late. So. I'm sorry.
I want to keep up with my dream journal, but my dreams have been downright terrifying lately and I couldn't bring myself to write about them. Also, the name changing thing is starting to confuse me. I should keep a little index of who is who for reference. :)
My house is a mess, my puppies slightly stinky, and my car is dirty. I'm really horrible at being a housewife. I need direction. Like. A job. Every day another career. Yesterday I wanted to work at the gun range and shoot guns all day every day because I discovered how immensely fun it is! But, I don't think that would keep me happy forever, plus, the noise raises my anxiety. So hmmmmmm.
We're about to go to the Mezz for New Year's Eve. This will be my third NYE in a row to spend there. I hope it's a blast. It always has been. I'm sad Roya won't be there, though. :(
My friend DeAndrea is pregnant and I'm SO excited for her! She's a wonderful momma to a darling little girl (haha, she kept calling me "sister" today ... so adorable!) and any child would be blessed to have De for a mom! She said she was actually kind of scared/nervous/not excited until she told all of us and we reacted with such happiness. :)
I'm pretty sure my house is turning into Little Shop of Horrors. I keep adopting poinsettias because it makes me so sad that people think they're just seasonal decoration. NO! They can grow and grow and grow and grow! Just give them a chance! Especially here in Texas! I have five poinsettias as of now and my basil is taking over the breakfast nook. Plants are easy. You water them and put them in the sun and they thrive. I wish everything was that easy.
Sorry this is random and not of much substance. I had an itch to type words, so here they are.
Goodbye 2010! You've been a good year with quite a few unexpected, but welcomed, twists.
love,
christine
