She's aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive

For those of you who are wondering, I am back to reassure you that I have not been hit by a bus that paralyzed me from the waist up and made me incapable of blogging. Though work was in a way paralyzing, that is until about two weeks ago. My paralysis magically was gone and I was able to get back to real life. Of course, by real life I mean doing such exotic things as eating regularly and sleeping at night, and working hours that are not two digits, a day. The last four weeks before things calmed down, I was working over 12 hours everyday, including weekends. I wanted to cry, but I was so tired that I couldn't. But that's OK, because now, when I leave at a decent hour, I don't feel guilty. When I make plans for the weekend, none of which involve the word "WORK," I don't end up constantly thinking about work and how I should be doing that instead of whatever else I was doing. Worst of all, I had moved into my new home, and had not had time to buy furniture except, thankfully, my mattress. So the first thing I did was order furniture, and now I have a real home, with a living room, a dining room, and a kitchen with everything unpacked. Things are falling into place slowly, but surely.

Since last time I was here, I have planned quite a few trips. In December I will be going to Mexico for a friend's destination wedding, I will be going to Europe for 10 days starting after Christmas, and will be going again to Mexico on a girls' 5-day weekend getaway. My parents will go for a few weeks to Europe in the summer, so I think I may join them for a week, when they're in France. I don't know about you, but this sounds like a wonderful lineup. And those are only my international travels. There will be a trip to DC later this month, Phoenix in May, then one or two trips to the east coast in the Spring, and I'd rather not abandon the west coast, so I may swing by the northwest at some point. As for the south, it does not interest me a bit. Been there, and couldn't get out of there fast enough. No offense to the very few people from the south that I like (you know who you are!).

The kitten and cat are getting along well. The kitten has a wonderful sleep schedule that involves running all over me during the night, frequently biting any fingers or toes that I may let out from under the covers. Then when he decides to sleep, apparently the most comfortable part of a queen size mattress is my face. And of all the way to be awakened in the middle of the night, having a kitten on your face isn't the most pleasant. He's so cute when he's sleeping, but when he's not, he gets swatted around a lot, by me and the other cat. I don't know, we both must be very territorial bitches. There are some other adjustments that I have made since the kitten has joined us. Now, instead of having one shadow, I have two shadows. Two cats following me everywhere all the time, and I mean it. When I get out of the shower, there they are, with the kitten ready to lick my feet. Because two bowls of water are just not enough for him, and who wouldn't want to get their water from feet? When I go to the bathroom, they both come in and watch, and every once in a while, watching me encourages one of them to jump in the litter box to do some synchronized shitting.

On a complete side note, my college football team is doing so well thus far. **knock on wood, spit on the devil, salt behind my left shoulder**
My NFL team was doing pathetically bad, but just beat the rival team last weekend, the team that was undefeated. And there is no joy greater than that, when the team is otherwise losing.

My baseball team quickly exited the playoffs. So I'm not even going to go there. Meh, what's another year not winning the world series, when it's been 99 years.

Well, that's all I have for now. Not very exciting. Just coming up for some air and to keep my faithful readers around for another round of sleep-inducing news and updates! Stay tuned.