"Songs to aging children come, aging children, I am one" - Joni Mitchell
2013 already? I can't even remember I have a customer on hold - how am I going to remember to write "13"? Time is flying and we're about to pay extra baggage fees. NO Zappos
. NO Sephora
. NO Athleta
. No travel
. I'm not even getting the shiny (read: not salt-eaten) new muffler I've been holding out for, so yeah, sorry, that noise is me. I am now "one of those" cars. I've also resorted to diluting my wiper fluid. Quite the pennysaver, I am! Although I go through twice as much...
Can't believe it's been so long since I've blogged. But if you're a Facebook friend or find me Pinteresting
, you're probably up to speed. I've been very busy being not busy... not! Confused? Join my club. My head is spinning with work, and life, and fracking, and bills, and training for the Avon Walk
(come on and get it over with so I can get some fundraising "attaboys" from Avon - I love free shit!), and celebrating 12 years with the love of my life (so all you stalkers can just go to Plan B).
*get those tissue boxes* The most significant moment this new year was in the beginning of January - a day I knew was coming - when I outlived my mom. I made it to 46 years, 9 months, and 2 weeks. That was a pretty intense doorway. It was incredible. I felt like Tommy breaking through the mirror!
And I am going to stop because that's another post. Or two.
This photo was taken by a friend on the day I outlived my mom. This friend just happens to live near Jamaica, Queens. 5 hours away. And lemme tell ya, my mom is tucked way back in there. So file under "Mind Officially Blown". I love you, Christine!