is this thing on?

Brian left this a.m. to head to Vegas for business & for some reason I'm feeling rather lost without him this time. I decided I've been going, going, going and I deserved a day of nothing. I stayed in my pajamas, made some toast and cruised through my netflix to see what was available. I decided to watch the original "Gray Gardens" documentary. While fascinating, I suddenly felt like if I didn't get off the couch and go do something I would end up my very own blend of Gray Garden lunatic. Newsflash: I'm an introvert. I know, I know, I just blew your mind a little. I tend to get a little depressed if I don't have time to myself but if I'm not careful, I get sucked into this black hole of nothingness and I suddenly become all too comfortable being by myself and lose my desire to interact with others. Actually, the better way to phrase it is: I become terrified of other people. I've spent a lot of energy and have forked over enough money

My average day circa 2006- recent: Work 8 hrs (i.e. stare at a computer), watch TV, maybe go to Target, go to bed Let's just say I have had a lot of time to myself for the past 4 years. I recently took a new position in which I aid students in getting their degree. Folks, I am constantly busy. It's what I always wanted in a job. I get to use my brain, I get to be creative, I get to actively help people. The time flies each day, I never have to think to myself, "What can I think of to do to fill the next 7 hours without stabbing myself in the eye with my pen..." And if that weren't enough change to satisfy me, we are also making some changes at home. We decided to put our house on the market and look for a new place to live. That means we have been cleaning. AND cleaning. AND cleaning. AND CLEANING. We have a list of chores now. The list of tasks at work wasn't enough for me. Now I come home to a list of chores to do before I can enjoy being at ho

I am reminiscent of the caterpillar/butterfly lesson I was taught in first grade. You know the one…You put the ugly little caterpillars in the clear box with a twig. Each day in class you watch the caterpillars as they make their cocoon and then wait in anticipation for the day when they would appear again as a butterfly. Even though that transformation has become a fairly cliché metaphor, I can’t help but feel that it fits where I am right now. I’ve found a new passion (it’s about time), and that is…sewing and fabric-stuffs. I love the possibilities it has invited into my brain and I can’t get enough of reading about projects or buying books about all the things I can do; however, now I have a pile of books and supplies, which causes me to feel completely overwhelmed and I don’t know what to do first. It’s awesome. You know what else is awesome? To me, it’s not just a new hobby but a new lifestyle. All of a sudden I want to make more than just stuffs with my sewing machine. Basically