I kid, of course. “You” have been busy, I imagine, getting along just fine in my absence. In contrast, my life since my last (shallow and girly) post on Halloween has been an epic tale of illness, anxiety, work, depression, triumph, and sloth.
Okay, maybe not “epic” in the traditional sense. Or any other sense, really. But my family and I have been dealing with some serious shit, and I’ve been way too discombobulated to organize my thoughts into intelligent coherent um, words and stuff. It seems that life is returning to my twisted version of normalcy, though, so I’m giving this blogging thing another go.
Let’s get started with some quick updates:
My hair panic from my last post…my stylist ended up having an emergency C-section, followed by an infection of her incision and emergency surgery on the baby. They are all fine now, thank goodness, but obviously she couldn’t help me. One hour before going out that Saturday night, I snapped, and in my desperation I turned to <gulp> my mother. She cut it, and…it really looks cute. It’s a little too conventional for me–very minivan-with-a-Romney-sticker mom in the ‘burbs bob–but it’ll work until I can get some razor-layering done to funk it up…
My high school reunion…surprisingly fun. Most of my teenage BFF’s were there and we commandeered the back table (closest to the dessert table and bar, farthest from the dance floor and the display of photos from our production of “Horton Hatches the Egg”). Plenty of material from the evening to make for a post on its own, including my receiving a Major Award (Boy, do I wish it was a leg lamp). Stay tuned…
On my ongoing search for employment…I’ve been working for free for our family business for six months, with the understanding that I’d be getting paid starting in January. Slight change of plans: rather than growing and diversifying the company, my brother is selling it and Dad is retiring. So I’ve put away the promotional materials and have set about all the busywork of closing a business. Dad’s happy, brother’s happy, and I’m…still on the dole. And for my new (unpaid) life’s work, I get to teach my mother how to live on a budget.
Which might be my biggest challenge since I had to re-learn how to put on my makeup–and may involve just as much eye gouging…
