Digging Out

Just a few short days ago the majority of the US was covered with snow, that is saying something since the climate varies greatly throughout the country. Mom asked if I had enough snow yet and the answer was NO!

I am an anomaly when it comes to the whole good southern girl type. I love the cold, snow and brisk manner to which “Yankees” have been typed. I have a crazy, obsessive crush on NYC and seem quite at home. Let us pause for a moment while my dad cries and gnashes his teeth that his youngest is not like him.

The snow came, just as the reports said it would, after midnight Sunday night. I was skeptical that this little weather event would even happen but once I got up during the night for a potty break and looked at the window, it was all over with. I was like a kid at Christmas, blinds open and watching the snow late into the night. Refusing to sleep since the snow was coming fast and hard and so, so pretty.

While I dreaded the drive into work I was given a respite around 8am Monday, getting the call that the office would be closed! Yay! A snow day! Snoopy dance all around. I was thanking my lucky stars that the previous day I got into a cooking frenzy and made potato soup and chili.

The day was spent with a short walk around the complex, torturing my cat with a trip onto the deck, taking pictures and visiting with an old classmate. And then my thoughts turned on the one career that I had wished I had studied for. . . being a third grade teacher has always been a dream of mine and had I managed to do just that I would have had the whole week off. My teacher friends rubbed it in quite often throughout the week.

Of course I had bigger fish to fry. We had a partial day at work on Tuesday and then I got my fill, yet again, at the dentist. I had a root canal Wednesday morning and more dental work following that appointment. After leaving a message for my supervisor, who confirmed that he thought the message was funny, at least what he could understand of it, I came home to rest, do some work from home and try to sleep off the pain.

Digging out of the snow is one thing, digging out in terms of getting everything that needs to be accomplished is quite another. It has been a mad rush to get business taken care and attempting to get back into a routine has been the biggest challenge. But the kitchen is clean (sort of), the clutter picked up and clothes have been sorted, hung and folded. Apparently I just need a bit of time to get things together and then presto! My apartment is neat (at least for my standards).

The next challenge will be to stop shoving everything sweet into my mouth. Starting Monday I am going to work on losing the gut and watching what I eat. Let’s hope that I find some success in this or else I am going to become Violet in Willy Wonka, which means the Umpa Lompas will be rolling me out. Good times. . .


What you see is what you get; I am a Nashville girl who is single, again. I use the blog to get my inner, tortured, wanna be writer angst out. One day I just may write a book. I have been stumbling through life for 43 years now, I love to cook, read and figure out more embarrassing ways I can either harm myself (thank you hula hoop of 2010 and the case of the thrown back) or just prove how inept I am at household chores and dieting. The people you read about on here are real but most have had their names changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. And I really should make a list of them so I can remember! Enjoy, read, mock, laugh and comment, it really isn't difficult. Plus, I would prefer reading comments from real people as opposed to the weird spam comments I keep getting. Plus, I will always find the hardest path to follow and take that one, why would anyone want to take the easy way?!

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