day 11892: sharing tears

How does one not share the pain of a family in the vet's office waiting to end the suffering of a dear, dear friend? Despite our recent endless loop of vet appointments, today was the first time I encountered a grieving family. Witnessing someone else's pain is a truly heartwrenching experience. I've been tearing up all day.

I'm afraid that when it comes my turn to make the decision, I won't be able to do it. This might be the one thing that would kill me.

day ?????: what's in an age

Someone mentioned once that it'd be pretty awkward to date someone closer in age to your parents than to you. I think I would probably have to agree with that. Not that I've done it.

But I have considered it...

day 11872: out of the darkness and into the limelight

It's been rather disconcerting to check the statmeter on my business site to discover suddenly that people have been finding me by googling my real name rather than my business name. It's more disconcerting that I have no idea whether these people are actually interested in buying something from me or whether these people are potential dates pre-stalking me.

The stakes are suddenly higher... and I don't like it one bit. Is it ok if I crawl back under the rock from whence I came?

day 11864: a "huh" moment

Interesting... I just called home and I think my mother is drunk. Or super tired. Otherwise, I'm not sure how else to explain why she asked me (multiple times) what I was doing. Because doing nothing a mere 30 seconds ago still means that I'm doing absolutely nothing.

Actually, I just didn't want her to know that I was sitting at home drinking by myself. It's been an odd kind of week.

day 11860: not concussed

Random thought of the day... I'd be extremely disappointed if I went to Ireland and the air did not smell like Irish Spring.

day 11849: uh

Rachel Getting Married is not a happy movie.

Definitely not something to watch when you're feeling down and looking for a pick me up.

day 11845: 524,600 minutes x 5 + 24 hrs for the leap year

This morning, I walked into the monkeyco offices to a cube decorated with balloons and streamers. WTF, I thought, my birthday is in December! It wasn't even my second birthday (March 17) or my third birthday (May 5). Someone in HR must have gotten it wrong... the clowns.

HA.

Joke was on me of course. Bosslady (aka TAB aka QWW) remembered that yesterday was my 5th anniversary with monkeyco and spent the early hours of the morning decorating my cube. She even baked me a cake, which was pretty darn awesome since I baked my last birthday cake. Yes, I have a darn great boss - you should be jealous.

Mired in my own Monday morning misery, I had totally forgotten. It had never even crossed my mind that 5 years had gone by so quickly... (well most days... some days dragged for decades) and while I know I complain a lot and generally pray for days to go by faster, there's a part of me that wishes that life would slow down and stop pulling me along.

5 years is a long time. Some days I wonder if I have anything to show for it except for an expanded waistline from all that cake.