Really random blog

Just checked in on some stats...and noticed I blogged 20 something blogs each of the first 2 years, dropped down to only 13 in 2015 and this year I am at a measly 8!!!! WTF???

I certainly have enough to say...I spend a lot (like wayyyyy too much) time "writing" blogs in my head when I can't sleep at night. Which is still better than playing Candy Crush, I suppose...(been playing 3 1/2 years and I'm on level 2048 (yes, that is two thousand plus levels!!!) (for the record I only spent about 10 bucks the first year and not a dime since--c'mon you know I am too cheap to piss money away on fake candy!!) Truth be told, I'd rather play Candy Crush, because "writing blogs in my head" keeps me up longer, eventually Candy Crush (and Solitaire, those 5 lives don't last forever you know!!) will make me drowsy enough to sleep.

If only I could come up with a way to write silently in bed....tapping on the keyboard would certainly annoy Dave...and I am not getting out of my cozy bed to go write somewhere else. Do you know how many awesome poems I have written, to only be forgotten in the morning??? (I used to keep a notepad near the bed for that purpose, but as with many of my interests, poetry writing has dwindled off in the past few years (I blame that on my happiness, I was always more poetic when suicidal or depressed)

Anyway, usually, when I "write" these never to be seen blogs in my head, it resolves the issues enough that I don't have the desire to dwell on whatever it was long enough to write a blog...this is great news, as I used to own the title of Longest Dweller on Meaningless, Insignificant Shit. I have surrendered that title and yet still manage to hold the title of Most Likely to Overthink Things Past the Point that a Reasonable Overthinker even thinks is possible...I feel like I should have thrown some more capitals in there, but I won't overthink it...(I find myself hysterical, even if the hubby tells me I am not nearly as funny as I think I am----random fact, a coworker once told me there was a rumor that I used to be a stand up comedian...I laughed and laughed...even I know I am not THAT funny!)

So, it's November, and realistically there is no way I am going to keep blogging the next few weeks...it's friggin' holiday season! Shit is about to get insane at work and haven't you heard?? I am a low level supervisor now...more hours, more responsibility (I suppose in reality there IS, but after working at a job where people's lives were at stake, it's hard to consider keeping a fitting room clean a responsibility (and I mean no disrespect to my coworkers, some of whom do get stressed out). I just hit my 3 year anniversary mark, which is huge for me, because in all my years of pharmacy, I never made it that long without seeking a new job. (Granted at Drug Emporium, I lasted 12 years (they went bankrupt, so even then I didn't leave) but I did annoy my bosses with threats of leaving, which often got me more money, better schedule and often a different store, which lessened my nomadic need to move on). After Drug Emporium, I never made it 3 years anywhere! Now, I am not fooling myself, I have considered leaving this job, but not because I didn't like it, just considering things tha I might like more....I have applied (TWICE!) to be a library aide (a longtime interest I have had) but didn't even get an interview either time and I pursued a position with a marijuana dispensary (I was really on the fence about whether it would feel to much like pharmacy, but alas I never heard from the owner and she opened her store around the time of my promotion, I had considered doing both part time, til I figured out if it was for me, but now I work 5 days a week, so I guess that's out)

I think I may use parentheses too much...randomness shouldn't require parentheses, right? It should just be run on sentences and incongruent (is that the word I want?) paragraphs. I feel like, though I don't spend much thought on punctuation and grammar, perhaps, I still spend too much thought on it, but then I could just be overthinking things again....can you tell I am bored?? I mean seriously what the hell am I even blogging about....and why not spend this time writing my zombie/alien apocalyptic love story, instead of this rambling shit??

Are you still here?

I will tell you why I am blogging tonight....A) the hubby is working B) I am OCD with numbers, competitive with myself...I can't stand that the number of blogs for this year is so low! It's not bad enough that I only run twice a week, just over 4 miles total...now I don't write either...or draw...or play the piano...or go to the shelter to volunteer....what the hell DO I DO?? Well, that is why I accepted the promotion...I felt like I was starting to sink into a pit of laziness, sitting around with too much time and too many choices...but, hey...I am on level 2048!!...where was I? Oh C) writing the book would be a good idea...but it is just too overwhelming...I don't like big tasks, I ask Dave to help me with it, he loves to write...I wanted to tell him the story and have him write it...but he won't cooperate.

So the plan is to write a blog about fostering next....this is our second year doing it...oh it's kittens...you didn't think I meant kids, did you?? Do you know me at all?? Any way...we have been doing it for 6 and 1/2 months straight (since April)....so I think I have a bit I could write about it, but now I am worn out...ok not really...just bored....see why I can't write a whole damn book???? and Dave should be home pretty soon....

Thanks for hanging in there....remember I never made any promises that this blog would ever be anything more than random....

(PS Trump is still the scariest man to ever run for President...he is scarier than this season of American Horror Story and that has caused me at least 2 nightmares!!)

(I wrote that so that I could lose any readers who may some day end up offended by something I write...better you get offended now, God knows what I might say later---especially if Cheeto Hitler gets elected...or if he doesn't and he and his followers don't go "quietly into the night")