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Brrrrrr... well hello winter.

Today is the coldest day so far this winter. It's in the 40s outside and to us Houstonians, that might as well be well-below freezing. I'm bundled up to the "T", Junie is sunning herself by the window, shivering, and my hands are going numb. Let me explain, I'm a cheapskate. I refuse to turn on the heater unless I see some toes turn blue. So while I'm saving money, the house is in the 50s and I'm slowly losing feeling in my extremities... but the important thing is that "Brilliant Energy" won't be getting my money this month. Muahahha...

So since I've paid off my car (yippeeeee!) I went on an extravagant shopping spree this past Wednesday. I gotta say, it feels so so damn good to spend all my hard earned money on clothes/shoes/accessories. I think that's how I'm going to get through this upcoming week of call. My mantra to keep going will be "well fuck, I'm going shopping with all this money, bitches!!" Last paycheck I had 18hrs of overtime. 18. fucking. hours. I deserved that shopping trip. Anyway, I'm hoping to survive one more week of that.


Here's a picture of my "winter" outfit today. Keeping warm those fingers warm!!

Junebug

Boxers. I love them. My little affair with boxers started when I worked at a doggie day care center during college. It was there that I met my soulmate. He was handsome, charming, and had the gentles soul I'd ever met. It was love at first sight. He had a knack for wooing the ladies and his charm hit me like a truck. He'd always give me these big, sloppy kisses that would put any other man I'd known to shame. I'm sure it's obvious that this guy I'm talking about is a boxer dog. It was because of him that I grew to adore the breed. They are so funny and cute. With their little stubby tails moving a mile a minute and their butts shaking like a polaroid picture, they're perfect. I'm so glad I got Junie. She's the love of my life.

Checking in

Hi there blog, I haven't seen you in awhile. Let me update you on what's been going down.



1. went to Disney World for New Years. One word: AWESOME.
2. ToeEater, my wonderful, little ferret who I've had for 5+ plus years passed away the following week. RIP.
3. I just bit the bullet and let the hubby buy his dream car today.
4. Still working a ridiculous amount of hours at work and am going to be happily spending all that extra cash on frequent shopping trips ;)

Happy (early) Christmas!!

It's definitely been a few moons since I've last showed my face on here. My whole "let's blog more" can-do attitude crashed and burned horribly. Oh well. I've been busy. What can I say. It's harder to blog when you're working 40+ hours a week in a high stress & physically challenging environment. My weekends are now dedicated to sleeping in (heaven) and catching up on much needed tv time (horrible habit). So instead of using my weekends wisely and doing something productive, I'm usually found sprawled out on the couch inhaling the dramas of the Kardashian sisters. Shameful, I know. But anyway, enough of my nonexistent life. So as my post title so beautifully exclaimed, happy early Christmas to me!!!

Usually I'm pretty clueless about what I want. I think the only thing I sort of asked for was a Kindle. Which is dumb because I already have a Nook, but hey, when you're scrapping at the bottom of the barrel for ANY KIND of a gift idea then that's what you come up with. I didn't expect much. We put a $100 budget on gifts this year so you can't really expect too much from that. HOWEVER, the other night, the hubby came out with this gem:



I was blown away. I've never had a present this size before. So you can only imagine how excited I was. Christmas day was coming up. Crazy thing though, the hubby INSISTED that I open my gift early. Something about "if I didn't like it we could return it so it's better to open it now rather than to wait" kind of thing. He actually had to do a lot of coaxing to get me to open the gift. I have a lot of self-control when it comes to presents. My goodie-two-shoe attitude makes Santa proud every year. BUT, I caved. His constant nagging & insistence for a whole friggin' day finally got to me. SO....


:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D

Best present EVER!! My old Mac is more than a few years old. I couldn't even update my iPhone software because the computer was so old that I couldn't update my iTunes to update the iPhone (talk about your all time biggest headaches). But now, I sit here in front of this giant, and I do mean GIANT screen happily typing away and enjoying the perks of being all up-to-date with my computer.

Thanks for welcoming me into the new era, Mac. The grass is greener on this side of the fence, fo sho.

Deciphering dreams

I woke up this morning in an uneasy place. My first recognizable thought was of the dream that I had just experienced before the music from my alarm clock jerked my mind awake. Strange dream, strange enough to have a struck a chord with me. I laid in bed, the darkness completely engulfing my view, savoring the emotions that washed over me as I recounted the images from my dream. I wanted to remember the dream, how I felt, how much it impacted me. Even now, sitting here almost 12 hours after the dream, that feeling is slipping away. At the time I knew it would happen, I just hoped that I could prolong the inevitable. Now instead, I'm in a fog. I don't know which way is right or left, up or down. I'm split between my logical self and my subconscious self about what the dream meant. It's funny, I'm sitting here trying to decode what my subconscious meant when I should be listening to my emotions. Rubbish. I'm a busy woman, I don't have time to give to myself, let alone to figure out what I want or need. All I feel day in and day out is fatigue. Adele's "Someone Like You" is blasting at me from my Mac's speakers, yet I feel nothing. I'm imagining myself 5 years ago and I know that the person I was then would have felt so much pain & sadness from this song. I would have felt something. It's funny, all it took was a dream to shake me from my core and bring me back to the reality that I have somehow lost my way along the path of adulthood.

A big slap in the face from my inner self to jolt me awake from the drowsy livelihood that I have lived 24/7 for the past few months. It stung, but I hear ya, loud and clear.

Thanks.