Hello, Peepsies! It's been soooooo long and I've missed you. Which means that I've missed writing to you, which probably means I've missed talking about myself. Ahh, I kid...
Soooo much has happened since I last wrote here, and things continue to change. Which of course I HATE. I would like my little bubble to remain constant and unaltered, thank you very much. Pity the bubble doesn't listen to a damned thing I say. Bad bubble!
I suppose not every change is bad. For starts, I have a house mate now -- first one in YEARS. It has been a couple of weeks since she moved in and I'm totally not freaking out! I'm totally not walking around the house looking for the mess that she has of course left because NOBODY is as particular (and blame free) as yours truly. The only problem is that so far, she is AWESOME. She's super nice, quiet as possible, tidy (at least, if she has a mess she keeps it upstairs), and doesn't seem to mind coming home to my frenzy of weiner dogs every day. I'm sure the Catholic Church will canonize her any day now.
The hip -- which I wish WOULD change -- isn't. At least, not as much as I'd like. I'm still seeing my Physical Torturist (isn't that what P.T. stands for?) twice a week. I think things are slowly improving, but some muscles that used to protect the previously bad hip have to be re-wired, so to speak. It's that or get me a Rascal Scooter (yes, with the orange flag).
From there, the changes take a nose dive. You know how I have this band that I totally love? Well, one of our band mates -- our piano man -- has decided he needs to step away after five years of playing. HATES! After having a near critical panic attack, I tried to absorb the situation and look at it from another perspective -- that the band is more than the sum of its parts, that God will place before us what we need. I KNOW that's the case but it still throws everything off in the short term -- especially when another band mate is going to prance off to GREECE. At a time like this!!!
(just kidding, Huff!)
Third major change: two of my best friends are moving out of the state. This sucks pickles. Of course I don't do well with this kind of thing. So what do I do? Well, instead of telling them that I'll miss them and make them feel supported and crap like that, I hibernate. And eat a lot of cheese. Yes, the cheese is necessary and will continue to be necessary until I can re-inflate my bubble.
You might want to stay clear.
