I haven't been showing up here because I don't really know where to begin or what to say. How's that for a lead sentence? You can really tell I'm a Mass Comm major, huh? I'm sure it's obvious that I'm the daughter of a news anchor now...that opening really hooks you in and makes you want to read more, doesn't it?
Sorry. I keep waiting for the fog to lift and for my mood to improve, but so far I'm about the same - sad and irritable and, as a result, hard to live with or work with. (Feel sorry for PJ and my co-workers. Feel very sorry for them.)
I've been slowly working on some Christmas shopping, and I spent some time in the toy department today at Target. Wow! I wish I had about $500 to blow on games just for me, myself, and I. I love Yahtzee (Great Shakes! It's Yahtzee!) and Trivial Pursuit and Scrabble, and who knew they have about ten different versions of each of those now? Amazing. I have no idea why I was in the toy department. I didn't buy anything there. I went to Target for something completely unrelated to toys - but somehow ended up in the toy department for the majority of my lunch hour. Christmas magic, I guess.
I must say that this week has been a little better than last week, and hopefully the days and weeks will soon begin to get a little easier. I figure it would be hard to get much worse. Last week's life highlights include whacking my head on the corner of the fireplace mantel so hard that I thought surely my head was detached from my body and rolling through the house. Two days later I was suffering a resulting pain in the neck and shoulder area that felt like I had been involved in a wreck with a large truck, and then one day later I found myself in the floor of a friend's bathroom during a lovely dinner party. (No, I was not drunk. I apparently took one too many muscle relaxers before having a glass or two of wine.)
I have to work tomorrow because of graduation (damn over-achievers), but for the rest of the weekend I plan on busying myself with writing thank you notes on the absolutely beautiful sympathy acknowledgment cards that Amanda from PaperRamma designed and printed for me. I found Amanda on etsy (where I used to go for inspiration and ideas, but now go for comfort and distraction). She's currently designing our Christmas card. I've thought a tiny bit about the CCN and haven't really decided what to do about that. It seems the tradition should go on, but what ever shall I say? "Dear Friends: My mother died. Yep, it sucks. Love, Mandy." I'm guessing that might be a bit macabre. So I'm working on it.
In the words of our astute nephew, Jay Johnson, "We shall see..."
Orange
Spunky
Rain
Lemonade(As in whatever life hands you, turn it into lemonade.)