The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

Well, this week has been a rough one. I have found I am a bit complacent. Going from the extreme highs of last week to the the extreme lows of this week. Why?

Well….

Shark week has come and gone and while I DVR’d all the shows, I have now caught up and find myself missing those leaps in the air of the great white…as he pounces on the lone seal….yea, maybe I am sick. But I am telling you, since Shark Week has been over, I am at a loss for what to do with myself.

I am hoping these withdrawl pangs will get better in each passing week…but until then, I best find a new passion….is my life that boring? Don’t answer that….it was rhetorical.

SIGH.

feeling eh

So, it’s been almost a month since I last wrote! Crazy because writing is my outlet. Lately I haven’t had one. But, it’s been rough times again for me and thus I have kept away.

Am hoping to get back in the saddle, I hope. Think good thoughts cause I need them.

The DRIVE that is…..the drive out to the land of far, far away.  Luckily, my dad will be with me, so we should make ok time. If I was on my own, we wouldn’t make it out of this state!

So, the car’s all loaded. The pod’s being picked up this morning. And it is almost time to hit the road. For 4 days….EH.

Are we there yet? First stop on this wonderful journey is a quick visit to Hacim.

PS Today’s the shortest day…..my Dad is in for it, huh?

Last night they delivered the pod to start loading all my stuff up in.

Traffic on my way into work today (yes it is my last day). Traffic is not something I will miss, fyi. But, it makes me sad….ok, mad….but it rhymes with sad, plus you needed a little SARCASM thrown in there for good measure ;)

Eating at Jersey Mike’s —since the nearest one in the land of Far, Far Away is FAR! (And yes, I might DIE if you are wondering, I already started a petition–any Jersey Mike’s owners out there…please contact me for details of exactly WHERE I need you to open a store)

Watching (for hours) Dawson’s Creek with my sisters…..it is therapy for the soul. Oh to be in highschool again….

And most of all, I will miss you, work. I really will. I will especially miss my friends there. Look what one of my co-workers left me as a parting gift…..Do you get the SUBTEXT?  THANK YOU! I am going to miss you guys!

Thank you, wise friend...this might help me through the holidays....

I fear that something is wrong with me. I fear my life may be coming to a cataclysmic end.

Why?

Yesterday I was at work and was walking around when I heard IT. Yes, IT. The “it” was the sound of Christmas music BLARING through the speakers.

I am not ok with this. It’s only NOVEMBER, not even THANKSGIVING yet. Now, normally I would be full of Christmas cheer by now. But, the first thought that came through my mind was: WTF, Christmas music ALREADY? BAH HUMBUG.

I blame Starbucks and those missing red sprinkles.

Whatever is happening to me?

Well, normally my holiday cheer around this time of year is at super sonic warp speed. However, I am noticing this year it is lagging. What is wrong with me, you ask?

 As you may recall, Christmas is my FAVORITE time of the year, due to it being the birth of yours truly. I love the smells in the air, the cooler weather and the thought of Christmas right around the corner. HOWEVER, this time around I feel as though something is missing. You know, like I am stuck in this eternal state of doldrums and nothing can cheer me up. Not even the thought of getting to choose my own birthday tree.

What has gotten me into this funk? Well, it came to me today.

It’s all Starbucks fault!

Because they have this drink (Peppermint Mocha) that usually jumpstarts my holiday cheer. And it appears this year they have stopped putting on the red sprinkles. Red sprinkles are what MAKES the Peppermint Mocha perfect and for some reason (cutbacks?) they are sorely lacking this year. All I ask for is a little consistency. Is that so hard, Starbucks?

I fear the Grinch may steal my cheer if I don’t get those damned red sprinkles. Perhaps it is best I carry some with me in my pocket?

Starbucks, I am pleading with you….bring back the red sprinkles. It’s crucial to my Holiday Cheer.

see....I NEED the red sprinkles!

So, I haven’t been the best blogger as of late. I have a lot going on and the truth is I will be moving to the land of far, far away soon to be with Hubby. It’s bittersweet because I got a great new job that I am excited about, BUT leaving the sisters behind is making me VERY SAD.

SO, due to my despair the sisters have agreed to cheer me up. They have agreed that YOU, fellow friends, can ask away and they will tell you whatever YOU want to know about me, us (sisters), or anything else in order to try and cheer me up.

So, the task is before you…..what would you like to know….the good, bad and ugly about life with an AMAZING sister (AKA: me). No secrets here…ask away…don’t be shy.

(DISCLAIMER: My sisters are highly opinionated people who MAY or MAY NOT exaggerate just for a laugh….I cannot be held responsible for their offensive behavior(s).)

This is my life right now. I am not sure I like it…..

Many of you have asked if I miss Hubby yet….

And the simple truth? 

If Hubby texts, calls or emails me ONE more time telling me how he is eating like a KING–oh you know, steak dinners and whatever else that makes my tongue salivate as I type I WILL strangle him. All I have to eat is cereal. Doesn’t he care? Nope, no siree, he does NOT care. He wants me to DIE from only eating cereal. Yup folks, true story.

Don’t tell me to take cooking lessons. I got married for a reason, remember? And Hubby is not upholding his part of the bargain: which is to make me food.

These are the types of texts I get:

Me: This day is lasting entirely TOO long.

Hubby: Oh. I’m at home with my feet up.

Me: I hate you.

More Texts:

Hubby: It’s thundering and raining here.

Me: I hate you.

But then he sends me an email of Boston…who I REALLY DO miss…and then I sorta DO miss Hubby….sorta

Email: Boston says good morning. He likes to watch me from the top of the stairs.

My Response: He is so adorable. I prefer to think he is plotting his escape to come back to me

Can you see him? He is peering down from the top of the stairs...

I already miss you, house!

The move is officially completed. Although I can’t believe how sad I was to move out of the house. It was a beautiful house and last night it ended up making me really sad.

I think what makes me the most sad is the fact that no one is moving in, and it is most likely going into foreclosure. I mean, I know it is just a house, but that house had a spirit. I can’t explain it any other way. Just makes me sad. I got all teary eyed pulling away. It was sad.

I mean we didn’t own it, so I can’t even imagine what it feels like for the owner. But, for me, it definately hit hard. Well, I guess life goes on.

Bye, House, I’ll miss you.

Now to unpack the apartment…..FUN.

NOT IT?