Peeps!!!  My LAST post was my 100th post!  Shit, I have to pull myself together.  There’s no excuse for missing my very own milestone.

It’s been a winter wonderland here in the great white North, er, I mean the Chicagoland area.  We’ve gotten inches of snow so far and everything is fricking cold, and white, and sparkly.  The snow is still new enough, and the townships nervous enough about running out of salt too soon, so that it’s all still clean snow, pretty and white and sparkly and full of wonder out there.  If not freezy, freaky cold.  Yesterday I walked down to get CC from a friend’s house, and I pulled her home on the sled in the street.  Fun stuff.  You would think that I had just given her a new puppy!

I’m not giving her a new puppy.

I like the winter in my own backyard because I can see everything going on in the woods behind my house.  I’m nosy that way.  It bums me out that I can see the neighbor’s house who lives behind, but its really nice to spot the deer passing through, the coyotes, all the different types of birds, and lately a pair of red fox that may have a den on our property.  I’m not certain, but they’re certainly back there plenty.

This has been an off week for me.  I went from truly believing that I was going to give Mr. McCartney a big ol’ hug and have lengthy discussions with him about vegetarianism and other VERY IMPORTANT THINGS to…. well, lets just say not the best week.  For some reason there were lots of little things going wrong for me every single morning, which isn’t exactly the best way for me to start my day.  Nothing really major, but enough.  Stuff like flipping half of my breakfast egg out of the pan into the fire, spilling my coffee immediately upon pouring it, finding all four doors on my car iced shut and not being able to get in, forgetting to drink my pond juice, leaving my stuff at home that I need to bring back to work, being super late to work when I had to stop every 5 miles because the doors of my car kept opening…. strange stuff, every day.  It threw me off of my game.  And then there’s work….

I can’t get into it much because I can’t risk THE MAN reading, but it hasn’t been an ideal environment.  It’s a fascinating place, but more like a soap opera than a business sometimes, really.  There is intentional bitchiness just for the fuck of it, backstabbing, gossiping, people throwing each other under the bus, and a lot of yelling.  Yelling!  No, it wasn’t me.  However, I was the recipient of a childish game of The War of the Wills aka Intentional Bitchiness with a side order of Going Over Your Head.  All in the name of immaturity.  I haven’t quite decided yet on my plan of action in that regard, but I’m not pleased.  I do not enjoy the angry feeling that comes with this type of office bullshit, and I try to stay above it most of the time, but hmmmm.  Messin’ with the wrong girl.  I’m just sayin’.

Ooooh!  And before I forget, I had another dream last night!  I was riding in a rickshaw, and I saw Bill Murray crossing the road ahead of me, so we stopped and I called out to him and he came over and kind of hugged and kissed me on the cheek as if we knew each other or something, totally grabbed my ass, and then laughed and walked off.  That’s what I remember.  Go ahead and try to figure THAT out Dr. Drew!