It's an interesting day in the neighborhood...

Well faithful reader it has been a crazy, exhausting and fantastic week. Two good friends were married on a gorgeous September day and it really was THE BEST DAY EVER and now we are all "suffering" from fun withdrawal, what a weird and fantastic thing to "suffer" from.

Anyway...

On top of all this love-filled goodness I am quickly approaching weekend numero two of my Teacher Training (aka YTT) and I am super excited. The first weekend was cut short by the mean tempered and ill conceived Irene but I have high hopes that this weekend will run in its butt-kicking entirety which fills me both with happiness (like, OMIGOD I'm gonna be a YOGA TEACHER) and terror (like, OMIGOD, I'm gonna be a YOGA TEACHER) which is great.

It seems all my time spent working on fixing what was "wrong" with me has left me here, as is, and braver than I thought possible. It's kind of cool. I mean, I'm not tap dancing in the streets perfection but I'm doing alright for a 32 year old unemployed English major.

Now, if only I could get a freakin job...that would really assist me with lowering some of the super stress levels that are going on in my body and brain. I have to hope that there is an ultimate plan...wait, not hope so much as KNOW that there is a plan in store and that if I just keep on keepin' on like I have been that all will be revealed in typical dramatic fashion.

I look forward to it. I really do. If it could just hurry up that would be great. I mean, I am a patient woman but its been months now that I've been out of work so a little bit of something would be super duper awesome like totally bitchin fan-freakin-tastic.

Anytime now...seriously.

So with that all said I leave you my faithful reader (your faithful blogger is T I R E D today) and hope that your week goes along at breakneck fantabulous speed and that all your caviar wishes and champagne dreams come true.

Peace.