OK, so maybe we are just one day away from yelling "Merry Birthday Jesus!" and we are still many moon cycles away from Celebrate Death (followed by life and re-death) With Chocolate Day, but what the heck, let's do some resurrectin'!
So many things have been happening, that it feels like I've barely been around at all. Of course some of you followed my being on Sara's late blog (God rest its soul), and others have watched me in various strange helmets and glasses on Facebook. Maybe now it's time to actually tell some of you what's going on. Oh, and by some of you I mean chronicle for my own future purposes because only myself and two dustmites that Master Control Program sucked into the network with his big laser doo-hicky actually know this thing still even exists.
So these days I'm busy working out my last few days at Flatiron (only 4 more to go!). Aside from that, I've been busy gaining about 500 pounds too much. You should really see me now. I look nothing like I used to. I used to have long beautiful blonde wavey locks, now I look like a boot camp drill instructor, complete with the massive guns. Luckily though, I've managed to keep my sarcastic wit. Still riding occationally, and thinking it's about time to mount a serious attack on next season. Let's get physical!
I'm really starting to look forward to 2009. So many changes in store, and I have no idea what any of them will be. I don't know if I've ever had so much uncertainty in my life, but as I've said before, if I don't land on my feet, I can always tuck and roll. Works in the movies, right?
Probably going to spend the next few posts going through the year from Gila to current, mostly for myself. You see, when a person reaches such an advanced age the memory starts to fade a little bit. Who knows what will come of it, no really, does anyone know? I haven't the foggiest.
