So I have this journal. And I write in it like every few years. I kid you not. I always attempt to write in it more than once a year, but it never seems to catch on. Let’s see…the last entry in here is from Sunday, November 13th of last year. Seriously? Seriously. That is pathetic. But, the upside to only writing in your journal once a year is seeing how much has changed in your life justlikethat. I love to write. Rather, I love to type. It doesn’t give me cramps in my hands the way writing does for long periods. And that’s only because I’m not accustomed to handwriting anything anymore. Even in college I was allowed to type most things. Anything of any length, that is. (sidetrack: I always catch myself when I’m typing on here…always analyze my grammar and such because I know an English teacher is reading it. lol. I know I make tons of grammatical errors in my writing and I always wonder if she wants to post something and correct my mistakes. I get like that about people who misspell a lot. It’s me being anal. I just want to correct them. Not to prove anything…just to help them out…discreetly. But I never do. I let it go. Is that wrong? There are two sides to that argument and I’ll just plant myself right here in the middle. But, I will say this: I’m a kick-ass proofreader when it comes to spelling and such. I’m also pretty good at correcting grammer, flowetry (he he), etc., when it is something important or professional. But in my blog? I type like I speak. Hmmmm…that may be the problem. lol! Back to your regularly scheduled programming….)
As I was saying, before I got so rudely interrupted with that thought, is that I can come to my journal whenever I feel the need to figure out where I’ve hidden it last and sometimes see drastic changes my life goes through in such a short period of time. A year seems so long when we’re going through it, but in the grand scheme of things it’s a dot. A blip. And my life changes so much from year to year. It doesn’t seem to in day-to-day life, but going back a year at a time and reading entries, I know I’ve traveled so far. (Isn’t that a song? I’m thinking of that Whitesnake song. “Here I Go Again.” Remember that? Great song. Yes, I have ADD. What’s it to ya?)
I do think I’ve developed some sort of adult ADD. I don’t really know how that works and I haven’t been tested, but I can jump from thought to thought in split second time (and not even remember the first one). This works very well for me at work as I have to sometimes juggle 50 issues at once. It would seem that technical support and training (for use with our software anyway) is PERFECT for those with a tendancy to jump around.
Now for the fun stuff! I’m getting my hairs cut (yes, I have more than one) tomorrow and am beside myself with joy. It’s been a while and I’m trying to think of a new, fun ‘do without going short. I feel like a completely new ‘do, but you can’t do anything too drastic without just chopping it all off. Not doing that again. I look like a boy. After ze hairs get ze boot, I am heading to Atlanta for a bachelorette party which consists of dinner and a play. I’ve never heard of a bachelorette party like that, but I think it will be fun. And tame. Which is good. I don’t need to drink a lot. Sunday, I’m hoping for the world’s best chocolate chip pancakes at Ria’s Bluebird Cafe in Atlanta. They only offer them sporadically and I’ve never tasted pancakes more delicious.
Just one more thing. Jumping back to the spelling thing. Because I’m anal and truly want to help educate Blogamerica. It’s ‘TRULY’…not ‘TRUELY.’ Just for those who don’t know. That’s your grammar lesson for today. As my English teacher friend would say, 1, 2, 3..eyes on me! I still find that hilarious. Good times….
(I love some dots, some periods, ellipses…love em…..see?). It’s 12:31 a.m. Time to go to bed. G’night all. Sleep well.