Hey there. I’m still alive and kicking, although not posting. My bad. I’ve been busy…eating Pixy Sticks…and maaaaaaaybe procrastinating a massive research paper that is due soon and that I’ve known about for, oh, 7 months now. And it’s not even like I don’t have a million things to talk about. Like my “things wrapped in bacon” party. And how much Blog Her Food 2009 and my trip to San Francisco kicked major ass. For reals. I apparently took 27 pages of notes during the one day conference! But then San Francisco was a bitch and gave me the worst flu EVER, which put me out of comission for eleven days straight. And what about how crazy stressful it is to move to San Francisco when you live in Chicago?! And how much it sucks having two major digestive disorders and the flu on top of that, and a headache that won’t quit (and that takes 5 days to realize it is actually a sinus problem, not related to the flu or any digestive issues whatsoever. Awesome). And maybe how my kick-ass husband, who I’ve been married to for 3 years as of Tuesday, should probably not lay out the million pills I need to take in the morning next to the bed, because the cat will definitely play with them and maybe eat a few. And any diarrhea she may get as a result serves her right. Damn cat. But all of those wonderful stories will have to wait until next week, because I have this damn paper to write. And everywhere I look, there are piles of Pixy Stick graveyards. Pixy Sticks have been my crack, my cigarette break, my Diet Coke lately. I have always loved tart candy, and for some reason, I dig the jolt of sugar and flavor they give me. Don’t hate on me because I’m all in touch with my inner child and shit. After all that sugar, I’m likely to cut someone. And my lovely husband? A total enabler. Look what he got me for our three year wedding anniversary. The third is the sugar anniversary, right?
But as I sit here, typing this blog instead of working on my research paper, I realized I needed to give my husband more of a shout out. Three years of marriage, 9 years of being together, and I still haven’t scared him away. In fact, I think we’ve have a pretty good time. And I’m pretty stoked for the rest of our lives together. To convince you of this (and to further procrastinate), I took the time to create a photo mosaic of our nine years together. Because I have SO much free time, you know.
So if you haven’t noticed already, I’m taking this week off. To celebrate my marriage, to take some time for myself after spending nearly one month straight being sick, and damn it, to start and finish this damn paper. I may even take part of next week off too. But I promise, when I return, you won’t be able to shut this bitch up. ~LTG!
