Here I am at the beach...been living here since August 1. Tomorrow is my 46th birthday. I have taken a lot of pics since moving out here and it's very beautiful. I haven't spent as much time in the water as I would have liked to...this is pretty typical, I hear. Work is work is work. I feel that I have the blahs for no apparent reason. I was listening to Emotional Awareness today. Moods are not emotions, FYI. Moods are optional and I really would like to change mine. It is so very windy right now. The windows are open. My roomie and a bunch of friends are taking me out to dinner tomorrow night and I am sure to have fun.


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Moving to the beach

Here I am. I know everyone has missed me, or not. It appears that I haven't posted in almost a year. July 21, 2009 to be exact. Let's catch up. My roomie (Erica) and I have lived in North Hill for 2 years and due to circumstances brought on by her awesomeness at work, she has been promoted to a location near Destin. Since my job is in midway we began looking for a house closer to both. (There are people in our lives who are not all that happy about this but they are just going to have to don the big girl panties and get over it.) We looked high and low. We looked east and west. We looked north and south (although not too far south as that would put us in the Gulf of Mexico). Finally the god's/god/lbj/allah/buddha/siva...you get the idea, smiled on us and we are moving to Navarre Beach!!!! Yes, I used 3 extra exclamation points. We are very excited and I plan to be quite tan all year round and spend every spare moment taking pictures of nature and selling them or creating my beautiful unique art. I will become famous and rich and travel the world taking more and more pictures and selling more and more art...sorry, I got carried away. Anyway, we will be in our new place August 1, just in time for our Sunday night meal and True Blood.

Let me get the beach for a moment. Why is it that when people believe in a haunted house and have kids that are the focus of the haunting, they leave them alone so much?

So, today I am taking items to goodwill (actually Loaves and Fishes) and then running a load of boxes out to the condo (I'm going to live in a condo on the beach...tee hee hee).


An additional note, I dreamt that I met Bill Clinton and was telling him all about the greatness that is my son. Bill (we were on a first name basis) gave me a very old book he had purchase and I accidentally dropped it in a puddle. Typical me.