Imagine my horror when I realized (about 10 minutes ago) that I haven’t blogged in almost a year. A WHOLE FRICKING YEAR. Without going into a lot of drawn out explanation, I’ll just say that shit got busy, a little less busy, and now it’s back to consisting mostly of insanity sparsely interrupted by fully-clothed naps (usually with the light on and a cat on my face).
I’ll go back and update my info page, because it’s sorely behind the times. The writing gig was a bust – mostly my own fault for being lazy and trying to work in the same room as my bed. Mr. Cheese’s teenage daughter (The Incredible Miss M) has moved out and moved back in. Turns out I’m kind of a mom after all, whether I was ready for it or not. But that’s a blog post all on its own, and I don’t have enough wine for that tonight. Our household now hosts two dogs, two cats, six guinea pigs and a rat.
Among the notable events of the past year, getting my maiden name back and acquiring permanent full-time employment probably top the list of most awesome things ever. Mr. Cheese and I are still going strong, and we still make googly eyes at each other across the table at restaurants. You know, when we can actually afford to eat out. That shit is expensive, y’all.
My fabulously ghetto 1997 Nissan Altima GLE with the chipped and faded purple paint job and bubbly tint (aka The Professor) has reached legendary status among Miss M and her friends. I think that part might be due to the fact that a car that ghetto still has ALL FOUR ORIGINAL HUBCAPS. You just can’t fade that.
Given the fact that I tend to talk a lot and tell stories that ramble on forever and forever, I’m sure the events of the past year will spill out eventually. But for now, I’ll leave it be. Besides, I have to go bathe a cat. This is probably going to suck.