Well, well, well, if it isn’t me again. It’s been awhile since I last wrote, I know. It’s mostly due to lack of time. I used to have a very structured life with lots of routines, but it was very empty. If I had a lack of time, it was usually because I was so depressed that all I could do was sleep. When I came out of my depression phases, I had to “catch up” on life. Now, my life is very full, but there’s not much structure or routine. I’m fine with that, though. Ben continually apologizes for messing up my routines, but I keep reassuring him that losing my routines is a very small sacrifice for all the good stuff in my life now.
All that being said, I’ve had some recent changes at work that also allow me a bit of spare time during the day to write a few sentences here and there for this blog. Yay!
So, I delayed writing a blog post for awhile because I had to think of something to say again. So much has happened and there are so many funny stories to share, but that just seems overwhelming. Then, I remembered, this is just a blog and my
mom followers probably won’t be as critical of this post as I am of theirs it.
Though this post won’t publish until Saturday, I’m actually starting it on Mardi Gras aka Fat Tuesday. At lunch today, Ron mentioned to us that it was Fat Tuesday and I was sad that I didn’t eat more. My goal is to make up for it at dinner. I mean, every Tuesday is fat Tuesday for me, but this is Fat Tuesday, like, with both first letters in both words capitalized. Granted, I don’t observe Lent, but at least I half-ass celebrate something, right?
Let me tell you about my friend, Ron. He’s filling a position in our group that, since I have been there, has only been filled by crazy a-holes. Ron is super cool, though. He gets the group’s weird humor and is sharp as a tack. He’s also from da skreets like me. He and Erica are actually closer than he and I are. I started calling them Ronica last week. The three of us, though, are Ronicagela, which was too much, so we shortened it to Ronicala, which is still too much. We were joking last week about getting a Best Friends necklace that was broken into 3 parts. I still have at least one of those from when Erica and I were kids. Erica bought us an Oreo cookie necklace to share – Ron and I are cookies and she’s the filling (because we’re Black and she’s White and we’re all racist.)
So, this is not a particularly interesting post, I suppose, but it’s definitely laying the groundwork for future Ronicala stories. Here is a short list of other topics I considered discussing:
1. The Minecraft birthday party we planned for Ben’s son this weekend
2. The steady stream of illnesses I’ve had since I started dating Ben aka Building my immune system after years of being isolated and alone
3. Getting stuck in Paris and spending $3000 on a flight home (I spent $1175 on the original RT ticket from US Airways and got $382 of it refunded. I only had to file for a refund twice. Boo!) Speaking of Paris, here is a link to the photos I took while there.
Thanks for reading my return to blogdom!