A Purple Little Little Lady Will Be Perfect

Yeah, so, I cant seem to get back into the habit/desire to blog. I’m just bleh about it, sorry.

BUT, I couldnt pass up the opportunity to share this with you. Seriously. Friggin Yahoo! agrees with me.

To Get Away From It All

I totally intended to blog everyday while on vacation. What else would I do with my time?
Lots, apparently. The beach (which requires about an hour of prep time and another hour of detox), the pool (which I have not spent enough time in, but my skin currently disagrees), reading a book (which I’d almost forgotten how to do), eating lots of yummy grilled food (thanks Nick!) and sitting (a great amount of sitting). Praise God for vacation. Its too bad I cant vacation all the time.

Gonna Rock And Go

Well, I’m most officially on vacation, so I’ve got zero excuses not to blog, right? Except I should be down at the pool playing with AJ. And, I need to start slicing up some potatoes and onions so they can go on the grill.

But before I do… let me just run through some highlights from the long time that I’ve been missing.

• like I mentioned, work has been the most busiest it has ever been in m entire life. A whole new kind of busy… lots of unknowns, lots of excitement, lots of incredibly beautiful computers. And in the end, as of when I left at the end of the day on Thursday, I had created a fully functional dual booting iMac computer lab. Classes started today in said lab, and so far, I havent gotten any horrible phone calls, so I’ll consider it a success. I put a lot of myself into this project, and felt mighty proud to complete it.
• But not so much that I wouldnt leave it. Also in that time, I got offered another job. I havent officially accepted it yet, but the chances are looking good. So, dont tell anyone. If you want to here more, you’ll have to ask me personally. However, I can say it will fulfill one of my life long dreams and finally check something off my Christmas list that has appeared for many years.
• At some point in the past month or so, Felix got rear-ended. Again. The damage was minimal, and because of my busy, it took me forever to take him in for an estimate. And now, I keep procrastinating calling the guy that hit me (he offered to pay out of pocket), cause I’m weird like that.
• I’m on vacation! A real, live, makes me feel like an adult vacation. We’re at the beach with The Tripps and our house is lovely, and Connor and AJ are having a blast, and I havent been outside once. Heh. I’ll go outside, I promise. I just needed today to sit inside and do a whole lotta nothing. I forgot how much I liked nothing.
• I’m sure I’ve got more. And I’ll remember, eventually.

How I Disappear

Sabrina, where ya been?
Friggin busy.

Proof?

My desk about a year ago:

..So clean, so fresh, so nice.

My desk today:

That would be four, yes four, computers. All on and doing something. Often I find myself shaking a mouse wondering why it isnt working, only to realize I’ve got the wrong one in my hand.
Dont get me wrong… three of those computers are Macs and that makes me very very happy. If I could set up two more and completely surround myself, that’d be cool with me. But, they sure do mean more work. And more work means less blog.
So, I’ll see you in a few weeks.

A1A, Beachfront Avenue

I have this shirt. It is now 14 years old. I’ve been wearing it since 9th grade (I know, lets not talk about the fact that I fit in a shirt from 9th grade). In high school… I probably only wore it when I was sick… for comfort. And in college, maybe a little more. But something happened post-college and it became my most favorite shirt. And now, after 8 years of wearing it regularly, its become a second skin to me. I cant imagine life, specifically sleeping, without this shirt. Sure, it goes away for the winter months… but in the summer, I have to force myself to wear something else. All I want is this shirt.

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The shirt has its first hole. Its obviously thinning in other places, and it wont be long before the whole thing falls apart. You might as well have told me my dog was dieing in six months… thats how devistated I am. I realize its just a shirt… and I’ll get over it… but I think about how comfy it is… how natural it feels… and I dont want to say goodbye… I love my shirt.