FINALLY!!

So that package I've been waiting for has finally arrived!
After almost 14 years at my place of employment I got laid off.  And I am SO VERY happy!!
Words cannot express how I feel right now other than....
OMGWTFBBQTHISISSOAWESOME!
IMGOINGTOEXPLODEWITHGLEE!
IWILLFARTGLITTERFORAWEEK!
Seriously, I am extremely happy.  I didn't stop smiling until I went sleep and then I slept like the dead... zzzzzzzz
I dunno what I'm gunna do right now except take some much needed time off and then I'll see what happens and what I wanna do... Until then... PJ Party!
 

happy valentine's day...

hmmm, im not bitter about valentine's day.  i think there are worse things we can spend our time on than trying to show someone we care about them.  however on the drive to work this morning i recalled memories from childhood.  primarily elementary school valentine's day traditions.  making the bright red giant envelopes for the front of your desks in school to collect all the valentine's you will get from your classmates.  the anticipation of what might be there after all the cards and tokens were delivered over lunch hour.  and then i realized, with horrifying clarity, how this tradition thus perpetuated the caste society we were later to encounter in high school... all the pretty and popular and beautiful girls and boys receiving the overflowing tokens of "will you be my valentine?" and "would you be mine?"... i was not pretty, popular or beautiful.  i was awkward and strange and quite ugly... i remember watching them (i'm sure my imagination is being melodramatic in some ways) and seeing the air about them change and soaking in the attention.  who wouldn't?  i am not really going anywhere with this post.  i am just recounting these weird childhood flashbacks.  how strange life is.  how bizarre our culture is.  and how young we begin this torturous journey.

observations...

...confirmed and reconfirmed facts and other noteworthy things in the last few days:

• i prefer arial font over times new roman now
• the sound of high heels clopping on marble tiled floors is still like nails on a chalkboard to me
• coffee tastes better when someone else makes it
• no matter how hard i try i can't "not care" about my work
• i love having a short soak in a hot bath at the end of the day
• there is still so much junk mail that arrives in the post
• laundry is still my least favourite chore
• sometimes you just have nothing more to say to someone
• 40 doesn't make me feel different than 39 but it makes others feel different
• more vacation time, please?
• i would wish this flu/cough on my worst enemy
• homemade mac and cheese is one of my greatest comfort foods
• i love how my bulldog tucks herself into my back at nighttime and snuggles close

40 and ... omg, hipster...