My poor neglected blog, one of the casualties of the whirlwind of activity I've been caught up in lately. You know, the usual holi-daze I find myself in between gatherings with friends and family and just being completely knocked out of my usual routines due to time off — which, for me this year, is only compounded by my recent state of unemployment.
My kiddos have been on an adventure across the country for over a week now, leaving me to my own devices, but I'm ready for them to come home now. But shhhh, don't tell them, I threw out over 4 bags of garbage and old toys from their room while they were gone.
Oh, and Macy's rose ever-so-slightly in my esteem last week when I caught a huge deal there — I found something I had been shopping around for marked down to 90% off! Seldom do I ever experience such shopping serendipity. And that happened on day-two of what I would describe as being forcibly swept up in T's shopping mania — which began very suddenly when she walked into the kitchen and turned off the oven that was midway through cooking our enchiladas and declared that we "must" go immediately to World Market to buy up the clearance Christmas candy, because it would be all gone by the next day.
I also spent a good many hours doing a "design test" for a publisher that subsequently called me for an interview later this week, so I'm hopeful that my stint of unemployment will be relatively short lived. The job, if I get it, is in the far away burbs — which has got me contemplating the long commute and even possibly relocating. Hey, at least the public schools are good out there, or so I hear. The job looks promising and like something I'd really enjoy doing, so it's a lot to think about. Trying not to put the cart before the horse, but I'm optimistic.
New Year's Eve was grand — spent at a small party of good friends and just the right combination of wine, gourmet munchies and drunken silliness, ooooh, and a lovely midnight kiss. Goodbye 2007 and hello 2008! I certainly feel like I've got a lot to look forward to this year.