Wednesday, June 20, 2012

WHERE THE *$%^ IS SHANGRI-LA ANYWAY?



I've had a little trouble sitting down to write lately and not because I haven't had something to say.

Oh contraire.

I just haven't been able to organize my thoughts and I've been on a roll making sales calls for work. So, as usual, bullet points prevail and a pedicure tonight with my Chosen will provide some much-needed venting.

  • First and foremost, the IRS is the most unorganized association in the world as far as I'm concerned. I've done nothing but RIGHT by them and I keep getting harassed due to someone else not paying. It's not fair and I'm sick of it.
  • Having a foster dog by the name of Rosie presents a calming effect in this house.
  • I miss hanging out with my friends. I don't fit in a particular demographic group right now and it sucks. As I expected, my married friends hang out with their married friends. I'm not wanting to go to bars and enter the 'meat-market'. I know this is a transition phase, but it's strange.
  • I've been disappointed by a certain someone for the last time and while I never wanted to feel this way, I've completely given up hope this person will ever 'reform'. This goes against every grain of my being but it's necessary.
  • Summer is my favorite, favorite, favorite time of year.
  • It bums me out I once again can't afford to take my kids on a vacation this year. Thankful for a short weekend trip coming up in July though.
  • I'm going to say something I shouldn't say out loud: I need a vacation without my kids. That doesn't mean I don't absolutely love and cherish every second with them. But it can be tough when you don't have any help. Again...don't read that the wrong way. Everyone needs 'adult' time to regroup and be the best person they can be.
  • I'm ready to move out of this apartment. Enough said.
  • I love my job. I love my job. I love my job.
  • I need to start buying a lottery ticket again. Even just once a month. See? I still have hope for some things!

Now...bring on the pedicure.

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