Once again, I find myself at the almost-end of a year, wondering where the hell it went. This “getting older” thing is becoming a bummer. The days, weeks, months and years scream past me, and I feel as if I can barely keep up.
Random-ish thoughts:
The puppy, who weighed only 8 lbs when we adopted her in early September, is at 40 lbs and still growing. She’s still cute, and super-cuddly, which we love.
I started my latest insurance designation in May 2010, and the thought of 10 (TEN!) courses seemed so daunting. In January, I write exams five and six. Of ten. Is that the glimmer of a light at the end of that tunnel?
It’s looking like I’ll finish my 2011 book reviews sometime in 2012. Unless I use my time off tomorrow and next week to do them. Which I won’t. Well, maybe. I’m having trouble getting through books right now. It’s possible I’m slightly depressed. Dead dog + lost cat (who I still miss, and assume is dead) + 2nd lost cat (who I didn’t really want, and who is back) + winter’s dark arrival + a big, overwhelming THING I cannot blog about = FML. Thinking of taking up meditation, since having two out of two adults in this household on meds seems greedy. I will continue going to the gym – trying so hard for daily – and see what happens.
I am going to tempt the fates and state that I believe that our puppy is 98.475388173417% house-trained. She asks to go out, and the puppy pads are lovely and pee-free of late. I am giving her that 1+% JUST IN CASE.
Christmas is shaping up to be fun. Wish I could get into the right mood. We’re traveling to be with family – 17 of them, to be exact – and will have six kids on Xmas morning. That should be an experience! My seestor is overjoyed that we’re doing this…me, I’m thinking of the drive, and the packing, and everything else I have to do. Oh, and I’m fairly certain that some of the gifts my children will be receiving for Xmas are going to horrify and shock my cousins. Yes, my boys play violent games. I am THAT mother. Judge away.