I realize I’ve been gone for nearly 9 months but I think we’re like those old friends who catch up once or twice a year like it’s been nothing. And plus, after we’re all caught up I think you’ll want me to go away for another 9 months because I’m that really annoying happily-ENGAGED and so in love gushing puke-fest of a woman who I used to want to punch in the face. I’m sure you’ll have that urge. But please don’t, I have engagement photos coming up soon!
See what I mean? Grab a barfbag.
So, I loved writing this blog and I really miss my time alone in front of the screen with my own ego and funny little jokes and stories, wondering if people will think they’re funny and wondering if I’m as weird as I think I am or if we’re all a little weird and that’s pretty normal.
I just want to give y’all a quick teaser synopsis of the last 9 months before I move on to more regular posts (I’ve already got some doozies lined up). And anyway, I can’t write a long one tonight because we’re queueing up Cocoon on the DVD player and the popcorn’s waiting. I love popcorn and Jessica Tandy. And Hume Cronyn. And, if I’m being totally honest, I love Steve Guttenberg, too.
After the falling in love, we just kept falling in love. And then an opportunity came out of nowhere for me to relocate to THE OTHER SIDE OF THE COUNTRY for work and be with my love all the time. So, I went for it. And people were pissed. Some were supportive, but really so very many pissed people. They were unsupportive and upset about the rashness, the risk, the what-ifs that keep everyone in the same place day after day until they reach the nursing home. I didn’t want to look back and have this what-if lingering out there.
So I sold my home in Atlanta and moved to a place in the United States so strange that sometimes I can’t even believe it’s in the United States. Or in this century. Or on this planet. But that’s all for a future post. But let me just say – Utah, you are truly bizarre. (And, relax, I’m not becoming a Sister Wife.)
Work has been interesting. So stressful and most days pretty horrible as I’ve had to purge the
ridiculous questionable interesting hires made by the recruiting team in the last-minute “oh crap, we’re about to open for business” dash. Including a certifiable nut who made up the most bizarre stories about conspiracies, the FBI, false sexual harassment claims against a coworker who’s barn door was open more than she was comfortable with and a pretend boyfriend overseas, an actual thief/con-artist, and another certifiable nut who I actually adored but who had insurmountable personal problems.
So, stay tuned for more. If my singlehood and dating life is anything to go by, I can only imagine how this wedding planning is going to go. I’m picturing something between My Big Fat Greek Wedding and Muriel’s Wedding. “You’re terrible, Muriel!”