Will the World's Worst Blogger Please Stand Up?

Ok, you can't see it but I'm standing.

And now I'm sitting because, lordy, it's hard typing while standing. And because I'm lazy.

So I realize I said I was back to blogging and for a while there I was doing ok. I was going to write all about what had been going on and explain everything. And at first it was going ok. But then it began feeling like a chore; like something I had to do. Telling the whole story just seemed to wear on me. So I stopped. And what I decided was that I don't have to tell the whole story because I lived it. Now, because I'm me, chances are good I will eventually tell the whole story because I think there's some value in telling in, for me I mean. Maybe not so much for you. But right now it just seems like too much to go into. So I think I'll write about whatever.

Without further ado, I give you whatever...

Most all-consuming thing in my life right now:

Finding a new house. I realize it's a buyers market so I'm lucky in that regard. But finding something that has everything I want, in a neighborhood I love is tough. Wait, let me amend that. Find what I want in the right neighborhood is pretty easy, it's paying for it that's not quite as simple. Turns out, I have excellent taste. And said excellent taste doesn't come with a cheap price tag. Go figure. And then there's the whole thing of buying by myself. And yes, I know I should be proud of myself for being able to do it by myself; for saving enough money for a lovely down payment; for getting to a point in my career where my salary will cover a bigger mortgage and still let me buy shoes and take vacations. But then there's the part of me that thinks, "All of the houses you love are nearly 100 years old and though they've been updated, a million things could go wrong and then there you are up shit creek without a paddle...or a clue as to how to fix the thing that is wrong. And if something goes wrong, you have to fix it all by yourself. Because you are the crazy girl who bought a 100 year old house by yourself. By yourself. All by yourself." And then I start singing "All by mysel-he-helf...don't want to be...all by mysellllllllllf. ANYMOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" Yes, I'd like some cheese with my whine.

Super-exciting vacation:

A wonderful trip to Arizona with both of my sister for a long weekend o' fun. Grand Canyon, sunshine, stupid inside jokes, awesome meals, hiking, star-gazing. Oh, doesn't all sound wonderful??? And I'm sure it would have been had the mother-trucking Spring Blizzard of 2009 not hit Denver last Thursday. Our flight was cancelled (as were 499 others out of DIA that day) and wonderful Southwest Airlines couldn't get us to Phoenix until Saturday night. Which was somewhat inconvenient seeing as how we were supposed to fly back Sunday afternoon. Oh the little grey cloud that settled over my head! And if you think one depressed KC is bad, you should see 3. (Yes, we all have the initials KC. Because we're that kind of family. Feel free to wretch a little.) So anyway, my vacation was a bust. But I think the three of us have decided to take white water rafting trip this summer as a replacement vacation. It will be hard for Mother Nature to throw a blizzard our way in July so we feel we've outsmarted her.

Recent Project:

Because I'm a dork who enjoys having a project going at all times. The latest and greatest is the Great Purge of 2009. I'm getting rid of crap. Lots of crap. This little project has been going on for a while but I'm at it with a vengeance now. I don't want to have to move a bunch of stuff I don't need. A sentimental pack-rat by nature, it's difficult for me to part with anything. Actual things uttered/thought by me in this process:

"Oh my god, I can't get rid of this Valentine's Day card from my 4th grade boyfriend!"

"These are the keys from the Saab I had in college. Sure I got rid of that car 8 years ago but who knows if I might need the keys again someday..."
"I know these jeans will fit again. I just know it!"

"I have no idea who most of the people in this picture are but if I took a picture of them they must have meant something at the time."

My newest method of expunging is to ask myself "Would you rescue this in a fire?" If this answer is no, it goes. This is particularly difficult when it comes to my shoes and purses. Because that's a sick sort of Sophie's Choice; I love them all.

Menfolk:

Do you hear the crickets? Yeah, me too.

If one more person tells me that want to set me up with a guy, I might scream. Not because I'm opposed to the idea of a set-up, but because when I ask why they think we might hit it off the answer is almost always, "Well, you're both single and fill-in-the-afterthoughts-here". To me that's like saying, "Well, you both have pulses!" Tell me he's hilarious and kind. Tell me he loves the outdoors and cooking. Dazzle me with his love of travel or the fact that he's always wanted a lab-mix rescue dog. But just saying he's single is about as sexy as telling me that he usually keeps his ball-scratching to a minimum on first dates.

Upcoming Travel:

Palm to the Springs. Becki's wedding is in three weeks and I cannot wait for five days in Palm Springs with some of my oldest and dearest friends. Becki was kind enough to let me pick my own dress (a perk of being the Maid of Honor) and it's cute and comfortable which is a huge plus. We're staying at some swanky hotel (Palm Springs knows how to do swank) and there are 101 fun activities planned. So unless that heartless bitch (aka Mother Nature) decides to stir up another storm, this should be a damn good time.

Super-secret Shame:

Don't judge harshly but I've been reading the Twilight series. I realize I'm 32 and not 14 but they're really addictive. And even worse, I download Taylor Swift's 'Love Story' and have been listening to it for the last two days. If this keeps up I'll be at the new Hannah Montana movie next weekend.

Barley:

Still as brown as ever.