Remember That Time

-you stole all of my good cd's?
-you hated Skittle cars?
-I loved chicken wings and actually ate them?
-we went to the pool instead of to work?
-we lived in one room, with all of our stuff?
-we were happy?
-we had Sunday night movie nights in our big, comfy, ugly chair?
-I helped you with (ahem, did) your homework so we could hang out sooner?
-Boom peed on you on the drive from hell?
-we were going to buy a house?
-you were the best part of my day?
-you weren't ready?
-I didn't stand up for the things that I wanted?
-you were my best friend and my family?
-I hated that dog sweater and you made me repent?
-I ruined Angie's bachelorette party?
-your sister read our "Hey Ya" texts?
-you pumped iron?
-I kissed a girl?
-we got in a fight, got over it, & swam in our panties-all in one night?
-I'd cry when I had to leave you?
-my cup ranneth over?
-you loved & hated morning kisses?
-my mom was a vision in sequins?
-I won a right-hand ring?
-we lived with your brother? and his wife? and their dog?
-I missed your finish line?
-we had it?
-we lost it?
-we didn't take each other for granted?
-and then we did?

The New New New

I haven't said much about it (with the exception of a few people), but I applied for a different position within my company last month. Wednesday they informed me that I got the job. I started training this morning.

Whew. A lot more emailing goes into label copy than I realized. I'm excited. And nervous. And ready to put my brain to new tasks and information.

I've been at my current company for four years now, doing the same thing in the same position. And while I'm pretty good at it, I decided back in September that it was time for a change. I mean, I've changed everything else in my life over the past six months, why not this area too?

So. Here I go. Wish me luck.

Noviembre

All kinds of stuff is running through my head right now. Inspiration. Sadness. Epiphanies. Longing. Fear. Doubts. Regret. Motivation.

I haven't formulated all of it in my brain well enough to write about it. But it's all there. Swirling around like some kind of soup in my mandible brain. My brain that never calms down. Never stops chewing and gnawing and grabbing on to one thing after another.

I can't believe that it's November already. I don't know how I feel about it, but it doesn't really matter, does it? It's here, nonetheless.