Touchdown!

You ever have a good day? 

The kind that makes you lie in bed at night and just smile as you stare off towards the ceiling in an attempt to fall asleep?

Or perhaps the kind of day that makes you run that extra half mile on the treadmill as sweat runs between your eyebrows?

Wait, is it the morning you walk into your workplace and realize the office is only open a half day?

1.  I believe it's all of the above.
2.  I believe that day was mine today.

And to top it off, my not-really-adopted-nor-blood-related-sister-in-spirit gave me a grand laugh. 

Yes, she's wearing a high school football helmet.  I have that affect on her and lately she's gone through Rach withdrawals, so the insanity was bound to come out.  Or maybe the bottle of Mt. Dew about a half hour before this had something to do with it, too.

Despite the real reason behind her putting the helmet on her oh-so-fabulous new hair cut, I'd like to think that I had a little something to do with it since normally she acts much more grown up and less like a teenage girl dating the quarterback. 

I'm pretty sure neither of us were ever in that position, which is a shame.  Those would have been some lucky quarterbacks!

Random doesn't even start to cover it

My best friend could indeed kill me (or at least wish she could strangle me) after reading this.

You see, the past few days here in Mayberry have been a bit... haphazard.

Unsystematic.

Accidental.

Capricious.

Erratic.

Arbitrary.

Impulsive.


You get the idea.  Nothing has seemed to go on as it should.  It's like the world has turned a strange degree off on its axis and now I'm paying the price for the routine my life has been stuck in.  Why might you ask?  You'll see....

First, it was the price of gas.  It fell by a nickle and this girl did her Friday dance on a Tuesday.

Then, it was the remnants of an unexpected text message last Wednesday morning.  I was at the height of my bronchitis-induced-antibiotic-steroid-inhaler high and received a text from an old friend I hadn't talked to in a while informing me he was in town.  You see, he normally works in a city an hour and a half away and has been known to send me the ever-so-unplanned text from time to time and never respond to my response.  That makes sense, right?  Perhaps that's one reason we aren't better friends. 

Anywho, we went to lunch and whatnot and as we were catching up, he tells me about a date he blew and I told him about the most recent code names.  As soon as I refer to another guy as "Slick" he looks bewildered and says "You dated a guy named Slick?" No, no, no. Then I had no choice but to let him in on my top secret naming process of guys who spark my interest.  Although that's probably not top secret anymore since I put it on the internet, but that's alright as long as I leave real names out of it.  And telling him about it might not have been the brightest idea, because he looks at me and smiles with his dancing brown eyes and says "What's my code name?" Like I'd tell him his name even if he did have one!

Moving on to more random fun was a Christmas party Thursday night that I almost didn't get to go to. You see, my grandfather (who will be 92 in six weeks) had a fall so I was on the way to the ER instead of happy hour.  Come to think of it, that might have been a good thing.  But on a bright note, his hip isn't broken as originally believed.  Again, I did the Friday dance on an undesignated day.

Then Friday rolled around - this meant dinner after work with my family at a restaurant a few miles outside of town.  We had so many people, we ended up having two tables and sharing their party room with one business' Christmas party. However, when my nephew's diaper needed changed, I had to go back to the main restaurant's bathroom since it was the only one with a baby station.  And wouldn't you know that in this one night in this one restaurant I ran in to three of the code names. 

Yep, this girl DEFINITELY needs to get out of this town.

December the First

Upon my discovery of today's date, hands went into an immediate shock, my chest palpitated, and my bottom lip was clinched under my petite teeth.  It left me with nothing else to do but figure out everything to be done not only by the time Christmas rolls around, but by the time the ball drops in 30 days and a few hours. 

Oh.  Dear.  Goodness.


23.  How did it get here so quickly?  I swear that it seemed like yesterday I was at the beach with my toes in the sand, recuperating from a 12 hour, all night drive to the Gulf so I could be present when my sister said "I Do" to her beau.  I believe perspiration was in the equation.  That's the opposite of the hoodie and wool socks I'm decked out in now.

11.  My tree isn't put up.  And it probably won't be until Christmas Eve.  Call me Scrooge, I don't care.  But on a bright note, I was able to successfully listen to a minute and a half of "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer" before I had to turn it off.  That's marked improvement. 

7.  Christmas to me is more about the baby in a manger the rest of the world seems to forget than some caribou with a birth defect of a fluorescent nose.

96.  What percentage of gifts should be bought by now?  Based on my friends' facebook statuses, they're all done. Oops.

47.  Because I'm at maybe 7 percent done.  Maybe.  And six of that seven percent is for the bundle of joy who won't be here until February.  No, I will not spoil this niece.  Ha! Who am I kidding?  There is no hope.

82.  I'm a procrastinator if you hadn't noticed.  If anyone has any suggestions on what to buy my mother, feel free to share them.  Pretty please. 

35.  I've been writing November 1 on everything today.  Phone messages.  Checkbook register.  Notes to coworkers.  My best friend's birthday card.  I blame the fine tip blue ink pen in my hand.

63.  Perhaps I'm still under the influence of my prescription medications currently combating this bronchitis.  Do we need a recap of yesterday?  Falling asleep... while walking.... then falling down.... in heels.  Embarrassing.  Today I was asked if I was driving by half of the Sheriff's Department.  When I replied "yes" they immediately asked if I was under the influence of prescription cough medicine.

59.  That would explain why I can't count tonight.  But wait, I haven't had that cough medicine in over 24 hours.  Why can't I count yet?

74.  Perhaps I'd better go lay down. 

114.  Is Christmas really 3 and a half weeks away??