She's Addicted to Nicotine Patches...

This is my mantra: It's ok that my blog is not chronological.

This last month has been nutty busy, stressful, fantastic. I can't seem to keep up with da blog... even if I have time to write a sentence or two, I feel guilty, like I need to jump back a month and explain to you all what exciting things you missed. Because of my force-fed Lutheranism for about 19, maybe 23 years of my life, I feel guilty, so here's a list of what you've missed so I can move on and blog as I please:

Italy was fun.

My sister had a baby (fourth niece/nephew for me to spoil)

I'm taking classes that keep me busy, writing and stressed out. I've been unhappy with most of what I've written (which is why blogging has not been appealing either...).

I have birthday gifts for 4 people sitting on my kitchen table (these are people with October birthdays and I've been too nutty busy to send them out).

I've made too many lame excuses about being busy.

I am officially single (again). Dick.

I meet with my surgeon's nurse on Monday to pick a date.

Rumsfeld got fired.

My favorite backyard squirrel died. Dead. I found its stiff body under my lounge chair when I was raking last weekend.

I've been a smokin' non-smoker since I got back from Italy. I had this good habit about not buying ciggies, not smoking during the day, etc. but I had this bad habit that I would bum smokes from people when I was out and about... which is often.

So my job is sponsoring a "Quit and Win" contest. My name will be thrown in a fishbowl (or something equally campy) at the end of the month and I can win fame and prizes if I pass my urine sample test. My last ciggy was on the 31st of October and I feel fine.

Life's good, little ninjas. I'm looking forward to November, a new job, some new classes and a month of excessive alcohol consumption seeing as I'll have a year of sobriety.