A new journey

I've had some time on my hands as of late and have started to delve into blog "lurking". I think the result was blog envy. While, on one hand, I like peeking into people's lives, it is also a little like window shopping. Seeing the clothes they buy, their houses and the vacations that they take.

I'm up on social media. I tweet, Facebook and have LinkedIn. But, I don't blog. I decided that, perhaps, I needed to remedy this.

My family is moving away this summer and so now they can use my blog to keep up-to-date with the happenings of my life. I can use it as a way to vent frustrations, share funny stories and post more pictures of my dog than anyone cares to see.


What I won't be doing is taking one million pictures. This is because I won't remember to do that. The pictures that I do take will be with my BB and will most likely be grainy. I also won't be showing you what I wear on a daily basis, because I highly doubt that anyone wants to see.


I will tell you about my 5 month old puppy. She's a lab mix. We (boyfriend and I) adopted her from a Humane Society. She sleeps in the bed with us (under the covers) and is the very definition of the word spoiled. She's smart, too. Last night we left her out of her crate while we went to the grocery store. I got home to find out that she'd taken it upon herself to redecorate my living room. She didn't like that I'd recently purchased a new basket to keep by the front door. She thought it would look better with a shabby chic motif going on. So, she tore it up.

^^^ That is said puppy ^^^

I will tell you about my job. But not too much about my job. Because I don't want to get fired.

I CAN tell you that today, as I was running like a madman through the hospital (desperately trying to get signatures on a grant application that is due soon) a gentleman who works in our Facilities department stopped me. He proceeded to ask me what was wrong and why my day was going so poorly. Nothing was wrong and my day was not going poorly.

Recently one of our Patient Transportation people (a young man) felt the need to explain to me on the elevator that he felt I had the symptoms of early onset Alzheimers. I don't think I'm getting Alzheimers. I think I'm simply geographically challenged.

I also think that I need to address my demeanor at work.

I can tell you about how my boyfriend's parents are coming to visit this weekend. Actually, I can't tell you much about that now, but I can after this weekend.

His Mom is the only other person that has come to visit us. I'm still not sure that I'm fully recovered.

These are the things that I will tell you about. This and so much more.