Yeah, you didn't expect that to rhyme, did ya? Nahhh...

Anyway, life is going on, the world is still turning. Having to work until 9pm tonight still sucks. And the desk is too short for me, and trying to type at waist level while standing up freakin hurts. Anyway, I'm just complaining about not much, so don't mind me. I do love my job, and I appreciate it. And all I really have to do is put the keyboard on top of the computer, and problem solved. And I'm rambling again...it might be time to channel energy into another story...or stop drinking diet Dr. Pepper. Caffiene is a double-edged sword.

Anyway, so I went to the Caribbean Carnival in St. Pete on Sunday for my birthday prez from the hubby. Danced my a** off. Had the time of my life. Alison Hinds rocks. So there. And had fun pretending to be a Trini for a day. Great stuff.

Birthday went pretty well, another year older. Got a Carvel ice cream cake. (MY favorite!) And some presents. Got a nice journal, had been wanting one. Now I don't have to buy one. Everyone sang a rip-roaring, and slightly loud rendition of Happy Birthday. Good times.

I know you don't really care, but my private accomplishment right now is that as of this morning, I've made it below 200 lbs. I am so happy. I'm working with 5 pound weights, the 3 pounds are too wimpy. And I can run through 2 songs, not consecutively, but with a bit of a rest between.

All in all, I think I'm doing ok. Day by day and week by week, life goes on and so do we.

Anyway,
Much love, happiness, and good books.