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Oh, Blog. I am home.

I am home from Holiday Partay Number One. I……………..did not want to go.

I really debated with myself as to if I was actually going to go. Around 3:00 I laid down for a nap, so I could be awake and alert. At 6:00 I woke up and did. not. want. to. leave. the house! I sat here till about 7:00 and made myself get up and get dressed. I have a sheer, frilly Apple Bottoms blouse that I wore awhile back when some friends were here. Put it on and a tank under it, some dark jeans and heeled boots. Then I happened to be checking my hair in the mirror, and it turns out that blouse has a huge rip in it.

WOW. I was so close to not noticing it and embarrassing myself.

So I changed. And did my hair and my makeup and found my earrings and got in the car and got to the party. It’s an annual thing, all of boss’s friends, Our CIO, CFO, and the infamous VP of Sales as well as the CEO of one of our subsidiaries. Everyone’s in black… I’m in like.. maroon. Everyone’s wearing slacks and dresses. I’m in jeans.

I don’t really give a rip. Lol.

I had been there about an hour, schmoozing and nursing a diet coke (YAY they had soda, and this yummy funkychunky popcorn drizzled with chocolate and mixed with nuts stuff… OMG. CRACK.) and they start handing out assignments for the 12 Days of Christmas. What’s funny about this is most people have been there since 7. There’s food and drink and music. Executives + Open bar = drunk by 9. So the 12 Days of Christmas with drunk people is actually kind of funny. They hand out each verse to the song so whoever has, you know… however many maids a milking (I’m too lazy to ask Al Gore’s Internet) gets to sing that part. Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive Golden Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiings!

Then one of the partygoers and I got into a chat about last year’s party. She and a friend got a lil tipsy and decided to find out which floor Elton John lived on. So they pressed every button in the elevator until they found it. Walked around up there (there’s a vestibule before you get to the actual front door). He has a lot of art and it’s painted a weird grayish color. Those Brits. ;)

So it was fun. Not a rager, but I’m glad I ventured out, if only for a few hours. Now I am home and warm and in bed, munching on some Cheetos and having a Sunkist, waiting to watch my favorite show right now, Criminal Minds. Have you see this show? UGH! If you’re into CSI and the like, check it out. Faaaaaavorite and yes that is Thomas Gibson from Darma and Greg! He does a fabulous job as Hotch. I also enjoy Shemar Moore as Morgan and Matthew Gubler as Reid and Mandy Patinkin as Jason Gideon. I miss him. Joe Mantegna does nothing for me.

Okay, I’m done rambling. You’d think I had a drink or something.

Before I go, I’ve decided that in order to make myself blog, I am going to make a list of 10 of my favorite things and write about them. That oughta be FUN, huh? Yeah.

I know, blog. I know. I haven’t been here and you feel neglected. *pets* I’m here, now.

I have the hardest time feeling like I live a life that I want to blog about. But then I try to live a life I want to blog about and end up too tired to blog about it. And then I have thoughts and feelings and I can’t arrange them all in blog form, so I just don’t blog.

I will say that I’ve been surfing these here Internets and have found some wonderfully positive, self aware and perhaps even funny bloggers to link to. I’m excited to add to my blog roll! *cabbage patch*

So what’s been goin’ oooonnnn? Not much, over here. Work, work, work. I bought a new car, and now I am poor and Toyota owns my life for the next 72 months. I love my new ride though! [Read more →]

I don’t feel like making this post. I mean really, I don’t I’m tired– exhausted, even. I haven’t been sleeping well lately. I blame my change in eating… I can usually count on something carby and fat laden stuffed into my gullet until I pass out. Then I sleep like the dead and awake, groggy and out of sorts when the alarm goes off. Now, I’m pretty much empty when I go to sleep and I wake up all perky and crap– a 4 am. 4 am is NOT the business.

Anyway, I have to make this post, because I need to be doing things. To stay busy, because like the glamorous socialite that I’m sure you imagine me to be, I am doing laundry. Yep, shoving clothes into a machine so that they can be washed, transferring them to another machine so they can be dried. And then putting them into a basket where they will likely sit until I am ready to wear them and never be put into drawers or hung up. I mean, I’m all about honesty, here.

WHY, must I do laundry, right now at this very minute, and not put it off until the weekend, like normal people? Well… it’s because I’ve put it off all week, first of all, and second of all– I need to pack. [Read more →]

It’s been an emotional week at Chez Jones. Not really drama filled, but lots of introspection and trying to figure out what makes me tick. What do other people see, when they see me? What do others think about me? Am I a good friend? Am I a good person? Do people feel like they can count on me?

And if the answer is no, do I care enough to change? [Read more →]