So early and yet, I’m already contemplating bed. Doubtful I’ll go but I am contemplating anyway.

Someone is rapid firing some type of firearm somewhere in the vicinity. Nice. I don’t get it.

I want to teach English in another country. Always thought that would be cool. You can blame a Lonely Planet tweet on putting that idea in my head tonight. They even tell me which countries to try and everything. 

I’m sleeping in my work out clothes tonight. Only thing I’m not sleeping in is my shoes. And only because that would just be weird. Hubs is at the gym now. Gettin’ all buff ‘n stuff.

Tomorrow I can say that “tomorrow is my Friday”. Thank goodness. Looking forward to date night with hubs Friday night (the real Friday, not my fake Friday which is actually Thursday. Shut up, you know you find me charming). We don’t know where we’re going but who cares? We scored a babysitter and we’re outta here. I’m taking Sam to the ‘rents this weekend if all goes as planned. They are due some grand-baby time.

I want a Kindle. I like gadgets.

Hubs is home. My handsome pirate. Gotta go.

today i feel random, tired, bummed, a bit depressed, a bit hopeless, wistful and cranky…all that with a little snarky thrown in. don’t you wanna hang out with me?

i went to the downtown library today on a whim. was going to get a library card as it’s been a couple of years since i’ve had one. but since i live out of county it was gonna cost me $50 and they didn’t take plastic. oh well. another day then. i did wander the stacks a bit and randomly take interesting looking books off the shelves and read the jackets. so many books so little time. i will go back and get my card though.

ohhhh, just found my ipod in my purse while looking for lip gloss. think i’ll put in the earbuds and shut out this office. even though it’s very quiet today as a couple of the key players are gone.

made it to the gym by 4:15 this morning. late again. my workout partner was already doin’ her thang on the elliptical. i got on the treadmill next to her and trudged along for about 30 min, went home and went back to bed. hee. good sleep. tomorrow’s workout will be better i promise. and i won’t be late dangit.

oh craptastic. my ipod is dead. really? fine. pandora on the pc it is then. mmmm, ray lamontagne, you are the best thing. and you are. speaking of pc’s, my laptop is deceased. luckily, the accountant saved everything from my hard drive so all photos and writing are ok. christmas present for finn = new laptop. thank you very much.

marc broussard…nice…i’m feelin’ all cajun and stuff all of a sudden…oh, john mayer…ditching cajun, feeling swoony…goodbye…

I have a walking-giggly-climb-over-the-dog-drink-outta-da-sippy kind of girl….

I have to say, this Halloween was fantabulous. Hubs and I used Sam as our excuse to dress up. He was a pirate and I was, um, well, just tacky I guess. Sam was a Titans cheerleader as you know. We went to a party at a friend’s house for a bit and then made a few stops at the grandparents. Sam had no idea what was going on but seemed to have fun seeing all the weirdos (mainly her parents) out and about.

As requested by my mummy (yuk yuk), here are some pics of the crazy Finn Family.

Today was a trip to the dentist. A trip to the dentist for any reason means a trip down good ol’ Nitrous Highway for me. Its like a mini-vacation for my brain. I really should be the Nitrous spokesperson because I truly believe that we’d all kiss and make up if we could just get a hit or two every day from the canister.

Anyway, “they” don’t consult me about such things so whatcha’ gonna do? In the meantime, here are some signs that you (or maybe I just mean me) might be high on zee gas…all of these things popped into my head while in the chair today…my kookiness is accentuated on the good stuff…

You start to ponder the important questions in life, like if Rascal Flatts would be as successful if they were called “Rascal Bumps”. Or if there are male dental hygienists because you just realize that you’ve never seen one of those before.

You know the hygienist knows that you are high…and when she asks if you are “doing ok”, you think that is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to you and you really want to hug her for being so concerned.

You worry that the gas mask with the orange nose piece might be making your face look fat. This concerns you because suddenly you find those black glasses with the magnifying attachments that the dentist wears incredibly HAUT.

You wonder if they would rent out a full canister or two of nitrous and the cool hydraulic chair you’re laying in for use at private parties. ‘Cause you’d pay good money for that.

You didn’t get the joke you’re friend told you at lunch but now it suddenly makes perfect sense and is, egads, freakin’ hilarious. At this point you vow to try out for the next season of Last Comic Standing because by golly, you are dayum funny and feel you should share your comedic gift with America.

And if you wonder any of these things while not under the influence of some kind…well, then you are just a crazy person. But I bet you’re fun.

Oh, btw, no cavities mom!

Happy Birthday to my sweet dad! Love you so much! Be home soon! xoxoxo.

(I was going to post a cute picture of my dad and me but there was an unfortunate incident at my house yesterday and a bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper decided to fall off the nightstand and straight onto and into my laptop. Hubs is trying to salvage it but we shall see. Soda was pouring out of that poor machine. If I have lost all my pictures and everything else that was on that computer…well, I might have a nervous breakdown.)

Happy Halloween to everyone else!

So here I am, hiding out from my day job in a random-to-you coffee shop trying to think of something interesting to post.  And the words just don’t come. Nothing is in my brain suitable for this screen.

I’ve  been in a weird place lately. Well, maybe no weirder than I usually am. I guess it’s just me, being my restless, unpacified self.

Oh, here’s something random and I do love me some random. I’m going skydiving in 2010. Yep. Its on my Bucket List and 2010 is The Year. So, I’m telling you all so I don’t back out. Come January, one or more of you can say, hey, Finn, its 2010, time for skydiving right? And I’ll say “heck yeah” and there we go. Check it off.

I hate it when people invade my personal space uninvited. Or try to make chit-chat with me when I don’t feel like talking.

I am behind on my reading. I think I am reading about five books at once right now with not much hope of finishing any of them. Hmmmmm, that’s a metaphor for something I’m sure.

Today after a particularly annoying exchange with a particularly annoying person, it occurred to me once again that I have perfected the art of what I call, “The Fake Bubbly”. Happy happy joy joy smile smile nod nod yeah yeah uh huh uh huh. Repeat all damn day. A friend and I decided that this is a type of survival mechanism. We are analytical like that.

I think I am getting a headache. Maybe because it’s almost time to come out of hiding and go back to the desk. And hide under it. Ok not really. Three more hours to go. The countdown continues. But it’s not like I’m not trying. But I get why people don’t even try in the first place. Because failing is scary and it sucks.

Just overheard in random-to-you coffee shop…”you by yourself? i thought you’d bring some hot babe.” I rolled my eyes, as I am prone to do.

And I’ll leave you with that. Till next time. Ciao.

Seems like it’s been forever since I posted but its really only been a few days I guess.

Things are, eh. The work front is causing me major stress, depression and just general ickiness. But I can’t really write about all that here so suffice it to say, it sucks.

Otherwise, things are great. Sam is officially walking now. It is so cute and a bit bizarre. We have a big weekend planned with her. It is Halloween after all so we are going trick-or-treating at the zoo (no lie) if the weather holds, to a Halloween party at friends, as well as a few stops at family’s houses so Sam can show off her Titans cheerleader outfit. I mean, that’s a pretty scary costume this season isn’t it?

On Saturday before the Halloween festivities begin we’re getting her pictures taken by Angela Crutcher. She does fabulous work and took Sam’s pictures when she was a baby. Check out her blog, it is awesome. I can’t wait to see how these photos turn out!

Let’s see, what else I got…ohhhhhh, as you probably know since I’ve been raving about it all over Twitter and Facebook, I was fortunate enough to go see Lenny Kravitz  at The Ryman on Monday night.  Fantastico! I would  post pics but they all came out pretty crappy. So go here for way better pics of the event than I could ever hope to take. I went with two of my greatest gal pals and we had mad fun actin’ crazy.  Anywho, much to say about that but bottom line, it was all sorts of spectacular.

The End.