Another weekend, another half-ass post, right? Just as Simple Dude would do.
So, in true New Year's fashion, I was scheduled to work. Yay me, right? Wrong. I got sick. Yay me! Shit. Really? New Year's has never been my holiday. Ever. And one year, a certain special
fucktard douche bag asshole ruined it even further. Since that year, I've pretty much always worked on New Year's Eve, and to be honest, I prefer it that way. Why, you might ask? Because it's the lightest night of the year at work, and it's an easy night for us. Plus, I'm not alone, I'm not crying over being alone or heart broken, and I'm kept busy. I'm back to feeling better, although my throat is still a bit funky. But I should be able to go back to work tonight, and get back to business as usual.
I saw Cinderita's post this morning about living 2011 fearlessly. I'm not a fearless person by any means, in fact, I can be quite fearful. Or cautious might be a less offending term to myself. However, In a little over a month, I'm uprooting my life in Sac-town, and moving to Sticksville, USA to help out my grandparents. I'd say that's a little fearless. Even though this change scares me still, I'm getting very excited about this change. I think I need a change. As someone else said this weekend: 2011 is going to be my bitch. So lookout, Sticksville, the city girl is coming to town.
I awoke to find I have two new followers today. Happy flippin' New Years to me! Thanks for following, I hope you stick around to see my new adventures in Sticksville, and me trying not to fall face first into a cow pie. Although, as often as I've been on the ranch, I've yet to fall into a cow pie, or eat flying cow pies while riding the ATV's, so those stories may never actually take place. But I'm sure my learning experiences may make you laugh. I'm a dork, so something funny (to others) will take place, I'm quite sure.
So, I should probably stop blogging and get back to packing up and going through things. Time to break out the shredder so I can over-heat the damn thing. I have lots to do, and increasingly less time to do it in. Who knows what else I may find while packing up my life.