Welcomed Stasis

I just made the best omelet that anyone has ever made or eaten in the entire history of the world. YUM! While the past 6 weeks or so have been crammed full of one exciting event after another, things are starting to slow down. I was in Brownsville last week, and this week I took a 4-day weekend, so I've been puttering around my house and trying my hardest not to spend any more money than I have to. It's harder than you think…. I'm not a shopper, I'm a buyer. When I need/want something, I go out and get it. The problem lies within my head (as opposed to others whose problems start in their spleen or uvula) because when I'm home I start thinking of the ways I could spruce things up a bit. I've been to Walmart no less than 4 times in the past 2 days, which is definitely a record for me. The upside of all of this is that I'm cleaning out my closet and making a concerted effort to shred the hell outta my mail. I don't know why I get paranoid about things like offers for more life insurance but somehow I can NOT just relegate them to the trash. Into my "special" hefty bag o'junkmail it goes; my road of good intentions is paved in crapmail headed for the shredder. (Uh, to be shredded at some point in time before I die) .

Wurstfest HOH!!!! The tickets came in the mail the other day, so I'm pretty excited about it. Not that there's a whole lot to do except listening to German oompa music while drinking copious amounts of beer, eating way too much carnie-type food, and people-watching, but I almost always look forward to hanging out with friends and boozing it up, and I'm ready to have a good time. That and you'd be amazed at how joyous, and strangely satisfying it is to do the Chicken Dance with hundreds of your newest friends. Yes, I believe the beer has something to do with it, but you cannot discount the ambience entirely. The power of lederhosen compels you!

I'm also tentatively planning a get-together for some old Aggie buds o'mine, which is an exciting prospect. It would be a "redo" of sorts, as last year I spent my thirtieth b-day (which fell on a Friday-prime party real estate) at my folk's house ordering in Chinese food and flipping through channels. I hope to make up for that utterly depressing evening this year. Or perhaps I am going through a withdrawal of sorts now that my life no longer consists of cramming in one event after another, but I'm also enjoying the downtime.

I've decided to make a final push for being comfortable in some cute December outfits, and that means exercising, no eating out, and no drinking booze, expect the aforementioned Wurstfest and possible December soiree (thanks for the word, Katie, and sorry but I just couldn't use "hootenanny"). In any case, slowing down is allowing me to focus on myself; as a single woman with no responsibilities, except a well-behaved poodle, I so rarely get a chance to do that. Ha ha! (To the mothers who read this, please spare me your hate mail.) J *Yawn!* I think I'll give myself a pedicure, watch some tivo'ed Peewee's Playhouse, and munch on some raw veggies. Life is tough, y'know?