It's been like a ghost town around my blog lately, hasn't it? For that I apologize. I'm still working on adjusting to my new schedule, plus Jay has taken a few vacation days. And who has time to blog when their husband is home? I have had a lot floating around in my head though, just no time to type it all out. We'll have to settle for this abbreviated list of sorts:
*First off, thanks so much to everyone who participated in the discussion on The Poisonwood Bible. I loved it, thought it was fun, and I'd like to do it again sometime. Maybe we could all choose a book together, have a month or two to read it, and then discuss it here?
*I had a really nice Alec Baldwin dream last night, which I'm not going to share with you people but rest assured it was very satisfying. I woke up in a good mood(a rarity for me-I'm not a morning person) and I'm going to do my best to hold on to this feeling all day. I put my dress on and I plan on spending my day as if I have no cares in the world. We'll see how this goes.
*Speaking of Alec Baldwin, Lymelife and the third season of 30 Rock come out on the 22nd of this month. Which is also the first official day of fall and, as I've been told by my local Starbucks folk, the day I will be able to get my beloved Pumpkin Spice Latte. I've decided that September 22 is going to be my best day ever and god help the person that tries to screw it up.
*I saw Pumpkin Beer in the store the other day. I love fall.
*My mother's boyfriend is moving in with us. Today, actually. Do you remember me mentioning last month that there were plans in the works to lighten her financial load? Well, this is part of the plan. I'm hoping everything goes smoothly and no massive fights erupt. For my part, Bitch Tammie is well hidden and I'm on my best behaviour. At least for today.
I have a busy day ahead of me. Hopefully I won't become a miserable, emotional wreck. If I find myself slipping into crazy territory, I'll just close my eyes and silently say Baldwin. Pumpkins. Fall. and maybe I'll return to my happy place. You know, just like the way Dorothy needs to say There's no place like home at the end of The Wizard of Oz. Only I'm nothing like Dorothy and my life is more like a white trash soap opera than a beloved family classic.