Oh where to begin

When I initially took the job w/Northwest 3 years ago, I actually had secret (or maybe not so secret) dream of one day taking a flight to England and then not come back.

My desire to move over there was so strong I pared down my life and possessions to the bare minimum and then started telling others of my serious desire (and intention?) to move over there.

I think of this now because next week I'll be getting together with some people from the SPCO and some of those people were the ones I told about this grand plan of mine. Now I'll have to explain how it all went tits up. Well, maybe not so much as tits up, but majorly postponed.

I've even lately been starting to seriously think about the fact that maybe I'm going to stop wondering where on earth I should go and stay and settle and just do it here, in Minnesota. As long as I keep my loathsome job -for the perk of having opportunities to travel outside of MN -then why not just stay here and make a home for myself here somewhere?

My family and friends and the love of my life is here. But it scares the hell out of me to think about putting down roots. And doesn't that mean the end of my interesting, nomadic life?

And hell, why I'm at it, why not just say "Fuck it" to going back to school?

This is my life...work, hang with friends and the B man and taking the occasional trip and having a mini-adventure.

Is that enough? Why shouldn't it be enough? Is something really missing?



(Thank you John Mayer. Once again you've written a song that speaks for and to me. Now if only I could fully enjoy watching you perform. The way your mouth moves is slightly strange and not necessarily attractive to me. But I wouldn't complain if that mouth wanted to get near me...)

Of course this is all part of the now very quickly approaching birthday (less than a month away ...Ack!) and the feeling that I have to just MAKE A BLOODY DECISION about how I want my life to go already. I'm not content to just keep drifting along, just getting from point A to point B.

OK, so now I'm now just working toward a tizzy and that's no good for a beautiful day off.

So let's change the subject shall we?

Here is a perfect example of how insane (and insanely funny) my mother can be...

I finally got around to calling her yesterday because I had some time to kill before work for a change and as usual she doesn't even ask how I am or anything, just launches into a story she wants to tell me. Now granted, this a funny story and I truly enjoyed it and got a laugh out of it.

She met Pop in '76 on a trip to England and after she got back they started writing letters to each other, love letters. She went back in '77 and the letters continued. And then they started talking about marriage. She told me that she had written to him about her conversation with my brother and I about her getting married again. My brothers reaction was along the lines that he was OK with it but it would depend on the man. My reaction was to ask if she could marry Shaun Cassidy. !!!! Isn't that hilarious? Then the conversation turned to us moving to England and my brother asked why couldn't we move to California and after Mom asked him why CA, he said the girls were prettier! Now my brother was probably only about 10 at this time so my mom asked him when did he start thinking about that and he told her "about 2 months ago" ...again, hilarious!

It turns out that she is making some scrapbooks with these letters and photos (good for her...I actually can't wait to see them...and it'll give me a good excuse to get my butt over there and see their new apartment. The moved across the hall from where they'd been living back in March/April and I've yet to go see it...bad daughter!)

And now here's the flip coin of her and how they both are...well...you just decide for yourself.

As they're JW's, they don't even celebrate Mother's/Father's Day (we SHOULD show them our love and appreciation every frickin' day of the year!Well, yeah, but do we? Nope, so why not just "do the day" up?) and so usually I don't bother with a card or anything...but this year, I found some really great cards (Oh the one for my Pop was PERFECT...thanking him for treating me like princess and that I knew I could be a royal pain sometimes) and sent them, but after the actual holiday so it wouldn't be so ...blatant that it was for that reason. Apparently it was too close to the holiday for their comfort so yeah, they got them, but they THREW THEM AWAY!!!!

Oh well. I either play their game and send the damn things a month or so later or just not bother. Geez Louise.

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It's a beautiful day and I'm inside messing about on my computer. Typical of me. I suppose I ought to head downstairs and make some breakfast and have coffee. And maybe enjoy that coffee outside on the deck. Tonight is a B night and tomorrow night I should be hanging out with R.

It was a long long week but it ended with that it was FINALLY the end of my being on that damn "DML" at work. I went on it 18 months ago (due to attendance/punctuality) It was a Decision Making Leave day where I got a day off with pay to decide if I really wanted to continue my "career" with them. In deciding to stay, I had to NOT be absent or tardy for 18 months and I did it (for the most part...a tardy and an absence in March '09 didn't count against me thank goodness...at least as far as I know) and now that damn thing isn't hanging over my head.

Have I mentioned that there is a tiny glimmer of hope that I might actually qualify for Summit/Pinnacle this year? What's that you ask? Well the top 10 agents with the most sales/tickets sold per hour/percentage from each office go on an all-expenses paid trip (including the time off of work I believe) to some fabulous destination every year. This year it's at the Atlantis Resort in the Bahamas. (I guess all that being at work, every day was a good thing after all) and I want it. But I'm not gonna kill myself for it or be who I'm not or do what I wouldn't normally do. I just hope I make it and if I don't, well, I still do a damn fine job.

Hmm, what else? Jenn and I are still trying to figure out what kind of and/or how my painting will be. I've opted against the pendant idea as it really is just too...vain. It's one thing to wear Louis around my neck and another to have a pendant of myself.

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I think I've mentioned how happy I am to have a computer again haven't I? While it was fun to step back into the 80's with the watching of actual broadcast TV, read book and write in a journal, I so so love having a computer. TV, my blog and my FB games.

I've managed to catch up on a few TV shows (the season finale of "Glee", etc.) and have so many more to look forward to ("Drop Dead Diva", etc.)

And now since I'm just casting about for things to write about, just so I can continue typing, I think that's a sign that I should stop and go get that breakfast and coffee.

So...until we meet again. Take care.