Sometimes I Wish I Could Sing Like This In Church

Seriously, how cute is THIS?

Wow. What A Month!

So, yeah, it's been a few weeks since I've posted, and so much has happenned in the last month, it's unbelievable. Here's a quick recap:

- packed up the rest of my stuff in Texas
- left my job in Texas
- officially settled back in Seattle
- interviewed for some jobs in Seattle
- got hired at a job (a really nice one with a fabulous salary) in Seattle
- went home to New Mexico for Christmas
- unpacked some boxes
- took down Christmas decorations
- started my new job
- found out that my oldest sister has breast cancer (she's having a lumpectomy tomorrow) :(
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and, um.... also.....
this.

Like I said, so much has happenned in just one short month! I'm tired!

Fin

Today marks the beginning of my very last week in Texas, y'all. I can't tell you how happy that makes me. :)

Tired, and 7lbs fatter. Oy.

I can't believe it's been 3 weeks since I last wrote a blog entry. Things have been busy, my dear readers. Busy, busy, busy. I've been in Seattle for the past two weeks, where I hosted Thanksgiving dinner, unpacked a hella lotta boxes, had two job interviews, and got everything set up and bought for Christmas. Not to worry though, I took a bunch of photos to document the festivities:

The table was set:













And the turkey was cooking:













The stuffing was warming:













My mama was sleeping:


















My dad who had flown in from Albuquerque:













Was dismayed that we also served some Tofurkey:
"That just isn't normal" ~ Papa Muser













After all the guests left, we put up the tree:


















And hung ornaments painted by my future husband, mother,and me:














Bentley was tired and laid on the floor:













As we dressed up the lions outside the front door:


















When all had been done, our mugs full of cocoa,
I looked out the window, and there I saw... SNOW!


















I kind of suck at rhyming.

A Little Office Funny

I was walking down the hallway at the hospital where I work today when something caught my eye. On a bulletin board outside a doctor's office was a post it note that read:

Great Truth
Never Poke a Skunk.

And then, because I was drinking iced tea through a straw at that very moment and have the worst timing EVER, I snorted iced tea up my nose in mid-guffaw and ended up kinda sorta dripping iced tea snot back out of my nose.

I know. I'm so unrefined.

Censorship on Crack

I was watching The Breakfast Club tonight on the Bravo network (read: CABLE television), and I was surprised to hear that when John Bender (Judd Nelson's character) says to the principal (Paul Gleason's character): "Eat My Shorts", it was dubbed over to say "Eat My SOCKS". I had no idea "shorts" was considered an expletive. Considering that just last night on regular old ABC the word "penis" was stated quite clearly on Desperate Housewives during primetime television, I found this to be odd, indeed.

Those silly cable people. I wonder what they'd dub over the word "panties" with. Because, you know, panties... are seriously scandalous.

It Was Like An Orgasm In My Mouth, But Better.

Last night, I went to a birthday party at a fancy schmancy restaurant where I was served a flourless chocolate cake titled:

"Chocolate Nemesis"

I'm pretty sure I died and went to heaven. Nemesis, indeed.

Home. *Sigh*

Three days, peeps. That's how long it took me to drive mah stuffs from Te-has to Seattle. I was, clearly, in a hurry to get back "home". And home it is. I don't think I'll miss much about Texas, but more on that later. I have a lot of unpacking to do still, but in the meantime, here are a few photos from the trip:

One of the things I will NOT miss about Texas: Crickets. These were the crickets that were in my storage unit. Yeah. Thousands of them. Lemme tell you how exciting it was to discover that they had invaded EACH.AND.EVERY.BOX.I.HAD. It wasn't.














Sunset in Utah. Don't hate on the poor photo quality, it was taken from the car. As I was driving.













I love this photo of Bentley. It isn't easy to try and take a picture of a backseat canine when you're driving on the freeway and should *really* be concentrating on driving. *ahem*













Welcome to Washington sign. I didn't stop to take this photo, because hey. I was in a hurry to get there. Not bad for a photo taken at 65mph from the driver's seat, huh?













Holeeee crap, did I miss this. Leaves changing. In colors other than green and brown (I think these are Texas' state colors). Have I mentioned how great it is to be back in Washington?































Fall colors and the brat I got for lunch in Leavenworth, WA. I couldn't wait to stop there to visit my favorite Christmas store on the planet! Also can't wait to go there for the Christmas tree lighting ceremony in December...I, uh.. kinda like Christmas.




































And finally... this photo has it all: mountains, evergreens, fog, and SNOW!!!! SNOW, peeps! We don't get no friggin' snow in Texas, y'all.













Yeah. It's good to be home.

Bein' Weezy

Posting during the upcoming week will be light, folks. I'm moving! :)














(yes, AGAIN. This time, though, it's long-term. Finally.)

One Year Ago...

Dear Michael,
Exactly one year ago today, you left. No warning, no explanation. Just.... left.

For a long time I wondered why you left. I still don't really know why, but you know... it doesn't really matter anymore. It doesn't matter because it wouldn't change anything to know. And it is so much better to remember all the good things about us instead of wallowing in the why.

I have a lot to thank you for, after all. We had some really great memories together: the lopsided valentine's day cake, the quesadillas at El Caz, our first geocache expedition (remember the travel bug at the waste facility?), all the weddings we went to, our shared love of D&M's pumpkin roll, our ongoing debate about how to make Ling Lings, the day we went and picked up Charlie in Wenatchee, our many trips to Chipotle, the early morning dutch ovens, spending time with your family (especially playing with your neice H), hanging out with J&N, D&M, and J&J, our first dinner date in Anacortes, your first birthday card to me, you freaking out when you saw a spider, making fun of OJ and his meerkat maneuver, never missing an episode of Prison Break and Gray's Anatomy, your first pizelle making, singing out loud in our off key voices in the car to Maroon 5, Christina Aguilera, and Natasha Bedenfield, baking christmas cookies together (and the subsequent attack of my food processor nearly resulting in an inadvertent amputation of my index finger)... these are all memories that I will never forget. They were happy memories.

The thing I want to thank you for most, though, is for showing me that being ME was totally ok. That it was ok to let down my guard, to show the REAL "T face", and to let myself be vulnerable. It was easy, being with you. I knew that I could be silly, or dorky, or gross, or talk about some really uncomfortable things, because I knew you wouldn't judge me for it. You just...let me BE. No one had ever done that for me before, and it's the one thing about you that I will always be grateful for.

But I cannot close this letter without thanking you for the most unexpected thing: it may sound surprising, but I want to thank you for leaving. I mean, the WAY you left was so hurtful, but now that a year has passed (can you believe it's been a year already?) I can honestly say that in many ways, I'm almost...glad that you left. I've learned so much this year, and although I took some steps backward in being able to trust other people, I feel stronger too. And while I don't feel the need to discuss it in detail, your leaving ultimately allowed me to meet the amazing, wonderful man that I'm going to marry and have a family with. But I'd never have met him if you hadn't left. In a strange way, perhaps, I appreciate you giving me the opportunity to find him.

So thank you, Michael. Thank you for everything. While I don't expect to talk to you or see you again, I want you to know that I sincerely wish you the very best. I've moved on, and I'm sure you have too... and I hope that someday you're able to find someone wonderful, just like I have. It's a good feeling :). Most of all, though, I forgive you.

With very warm wishes for your happiness,
~ T