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Nay I say.


For some odd reason every area of life seems to be hectic at the same time. A friend of mine had the nickname "Hectic" for a season of her life. This was mostly because she often found herself out and about (code for getting drunk downtown), where chaos seemed to find her. In the last month I've had my car in the shop (driving rental PT Cruiser of course), been the "squeaky wheel" at work to obtain a bigger and better position (they heard my squeak!), a move approaching in two weeks to which the area of the city I am not even certain, a sick grandmother, and wedding festivities where I will share my professional bridesmaid skills approaching in the next week. So much. No other word can describe it, but hectic.

My current roommate was gradually taking her goods and is officially moved out, along with our sofa and kitchen table, as of today. After house hunting online all morning, okay after 11am when I woke from my slumber, I found myself sitting in a beach chair, covered with an old comforter, with boxes of my "quality smalls" (QS's can be anything from picture frames to books to nail polish) surrounding me. I sat down to have some lunch and realized how Nucking FUTS my world is right now. If I could just fast forward to November! (although that would mean missing a day where it's actually appropriate to utilize one's costume box...hmmm) Oh and did I mention Wanda, my precious Honda came home to me Thursday and within two days the battery went dead? Only after having had its alarm go off for 45 minutes in the parking lot of a restaurant, that has mostly patio seating.

With all of this madness going on, it would be so easy to become negative and bum out in the living room all day (on the hardwood floors which are covered in dust bunnies). But, to negativity I say NAY! One day at a time. Tomorrow morning I will get up while it's still dark, I am the antithesis of a morning person, and call AAA to renew my membership (another fun unexpected cost) and get them to send over someone to tow my car once again, back to the shop. I have a plan to tell them it must be their fault somehow and it should fall under the warranty they gave me. Then I'll very nicely ask Joe (toe truck driver, duh) to drop me off at work, in the tow truck. On my prep period I'll continue to call on apartments and hope that I can get a ride to the appointments I make to go see them!

As for now, I will return to my purple beach chair and watch Along Came Polly, a romantic comedy which I wisely recorded earlier this afternoon, in anticipation of exhaustion after serving Bombay Sapphires and "Sunday Sundaes." Life is good.

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thiakaren said…
Thats right girl! Nay to being sad. You have so much joy for life that you can handle this no sweat! and if you need help, McDonalds cones are only .99 cents. treat yourself to one and sit in that beach chair with a good book and know you are loved! Hugs Karen~

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