It's Not Pretty, But It's A Post.

I've been seriously neglecting this blog lately.

First, it was all, "waaaaa I'm too busy to blog" and then it was all "waaaaaa I'm in too much of a funk to blog" and today it was about to be all "waaaaaaaa I have more important things to do than blog, like salt the walk and get quotes on how much it would cost to fill in the entire basement with cement"...

...but then I realized that, just like personal hygiene, if I don't MAKE the time to do it, things could go south real quick.

So I'm blogging, EVEN THOUGH my basement is filling with water from this most recent snowmelt + endless precipitation + angry, vengeful god combo.

I'm blogging EVEN THOUGH I had to run out in this mess first thing this morning to get 4 dozen red roses for a friend's wedding this Saturday.

I'm blogging EVEN THOUGH I have cramps that make me want to schedule a last-minute hysterectomy (ladies, you know what I'm talking about).

So there.

Except now that I've finished complaining about reasons why I SHOULDN'T be blogging ...I have nothing else to talk about.

Go figure.

I have cramps, the basement is flodded (yes. Again.), and I had to run errands this morning in this shit-for-weather we've been getting in Jersey lately.

My life is still up in the air, and my plan changes every day, which is super fun for Brian as he has to spend a good portion of every night explaining why I can't A) run away and join the circus, B) start a doggie daycare business in the backyard, or C) "just go barefoot and make babies for the rest of my life".

Not flexible enough...zoning issues...and apparently I'm meant for more important things than procreation alone, FYI.

My sister and I are still planning a trip, and while we've resigned ourselves to the fact that we probably don't have the time or resources to join an Ashram in India or hike and Annapurna Trail in Tibet, we're still determined to go on a soul-searching journey of the spirit.

Or to Disneyworld - We haven't really decided yet.

I finally - FINALLY - got more freelance work, some of which has the potential to be quite steady, so hooray for me and all that jazz, although this newest piece of information YET AGAIN changes what I may or may not be doing with my life.

And Milo still sucks, although my sister was managed to take this Ah-DORABLE picture of Jericho and Milo yesterday when they were post-run-on-the-beach exhausted.

...which almost makes up for the fact that Milo threw up on my sweatshirt this morning.

So that's my life in a nutshell right now.

Crappy weather.

Unending life uncertainty.

Cramps.

Flooded basement.

Cute-ish pets.

Potential new source of income.

Wish I had more exciting things to blog about....or maybe I don't, seeing as I've had just about as much as I can handle right now.

So if you could send some positive, "help me sort out my life" kind of vibes my way, that would be great.

Or better yet, do an Anti-Fucking-Rain Dance before the furniture in my basement floats away.

Yeah.

Do that instead.