It's Just a Hand in the Bush...(in the bush...in the bush...in the bush)

Life has been swirling around me at a rather frantic pace lately. I've had some memorable experiences as of late, notably the coincidental "run in" w/my ex at a 4-way stop in a parking lot. I didn't get a good look, but I did give the non-committal wave of recognition. C'mon, he's the only man whose ever gotten a gyno-view of me…he at least deserved the faint wave. It's been nearly a year but it still caused sweltering reveries, especially being so close to the holidays and all.

I'm trying to pick up a part-timer w/the feds so that I can free myself of the debt I have amassed (w/help from my ex). Now, there are those who would say that I'm being awfully good natured about the fact that I am seeking employment for about 25-30 hrs per week, in addition to my normal 40+ hrs (not counting the travel time to both positions), in order to repay things such as dinner & drinks my ex and I shared in Vegas, professional football tickets for my ex and his friend, and my personal favorite, the $700 I had to pay for that last cell phone bill. Yee-up, I had to subsidize the courting of my ex's ho. But I can't do anything about those things, and I truly believe that people make their own problems. I let those things happen and now, I'm most definitely paying for them.

Instead of getting too bitter, I choose to see this new job as an opportunity because I'd also like to use that position as a springboard for attending school full-time in the fall. I would definitely have to quit my "real" job, but a part-time position w/the IRS is a great job for a student. Much better than slinging chick-fil-a, and gaining 20 pounds, as was the case the first time I went to college.

Speaking of college, I am but a week shy of mailing out invites for my college buds to join me in N. Padre next month. I am so looking forward to just letting my hair down and catching up with others, and with myself. I think that at this point in my life it'll do me some good to do a bit of reverting so that I can take the next path. Kinda like going back to the spot where you kinda had your shit together, and proceeding from there, taking care not to walk in your past mistakes, of course.

But other parts of this mortal coil are going a'ighht. My cousin and I have made a commitment to Christmas this year. We ARE going to catch the Christmas spirit, even if it fucking KILLS US! Ha ha! Ok, I guess Jesus would prefer I go about that more meekly, but he made me, so he knows I mean no harm.* I dunno about anything too showy, like the Transiberian Orchestra (hey, if I'm going to be THAT confused by barely intelligible English spoken in a thick European accent, it had better be Cirque Du Soleil), but we're going to try to catch a few Christmas concerts here and there. If anyone has any ideas/suggestions, I'm game.

On tap for the rest of the month? I get fingerprinted by the feds on Saturday, and may go to a car show afterwards (don't even ask), OH, and my roomie and I may go to a Tejano bar in a small town near Seguin. I like to dance, but it's tough for me b/c I have a hard time following, and only feel most comfortable when I lead (no one who knows this about me could be even remotely surprised by this), but I'm determined to try.

Of course, I'll be cooking up a storm w/my Dad for Thanksgiving next week, and my oldest buddy Les. and her fiancée are coming down from Colorado to share a meal w/about 10 fellow Seguinie Weinies who have stayed in touch over the years. It will be bittersweet though; whenever I'd get down about not having a prospective life partner (that would be a "husband" to ya'll conservatives), I'd look at Les, a tall blonde w/her masters and now doctorate, and think "Geez, if Les isn't married, then I'm still OK." So now I've got to come up with some other bogus rationale to assuage my fears of becoming the stinky old creepy lady that lives down the block, and tries to be friendly but just comes off as psychotic. (I'm taking suggestions, by the way)


*Katie, if you're reading this and cringing at the Jesus part, you now know how I feel when I hear you spouting your feminist spiel at a bar, then seeing you whining to your boyfriend to please open your bottle of Dos Equis and squeeze in your lime. :-) And I love you anyway.