Twas Brillig

1. Ummmm, apparently I’m writing this post in list form.

2. I haven’t been posting because, see, Kate’s birthday was on Monday and whenever one of Kate’s friends has a birthday, she goes all out and posts billions of embarrassing pics of that friend. (Her post for my birthday is here. See? Ruthless, and yet so loving!) And I wanted to get her back, and I didn’t want to post anything else until I did. But the ol’ scanner decided to rebel and I can’t seem to get those jewels to work. So I have officially given up. Kate is saved from total humiliation this year. But believe me, I’m already working on next year’s…

3. Even though I didn’t celebrate Kate’s birthday in bloggy style, I DID celebrate with her in person! She came up from Arizona and we partied like it was 1999. Well… not quite… but I went out to dinner with Hannah, Jewels, Sara, Rhonda, and, of course, the birthday girl herself. We had an absolute blast together. Seriously, my girlies are some of the funniest people on the planet. It was great to be all together.

4. I also sorta skipped posting about my anniversary. I had this big idea that I’d post wedding pictures and tell you all about The Hubster and how he still makes me feel all giddy and bubbly. Um…. yeah. That didn’t happen. The post that is. The giddy and bubbly happens all the time.

5. I cannot, CANNOT believe I haven’t posted about this yet, but fortunately pretty much everyone else on the planet has, so this probably isn’t a newsflash… See, SMID is doing this thing. This really cool thing. She’s setting aside a day (Jan. 10—this coming Thurs.) for reading. You know, reading, like BOOKS, not blogs. It’s an absolutely brilliant plan and I encourage everyone to join in. You can find out all about it here. Let it be known that as for me and my blog, we will be participating. Thanks, SMID, for such a cool project.

6. I can’t stop drinking Spicy V8. I’m a total addict. It’s insane. I’m on my second 48 oz. bottle of the day. And it’s not even lunch time yet…

7. Trying to get my little Fuzzles some medical/psychological help has become an absolute circus. I feel like I spend my whole life on the phone, tracking down the people who are supposed to be helping us with all of this. Everyone I talk to acts alarmed and extremely concerned when I describe his symptoms—like it’s URGENT that we get him in for therapy and evaluations. And then? Silence. It’s so aggravating. SOMEONE CALL ME BACK! SCHEDULE HIM FOR AN APPOINTMENT! SOMEONE ACT LIKE THEY FRICKIN’ BRACKIN’ GIVE A CRAP!!!!!!!! THIS IS MY BABY WE’RE TALKING ABOUT! A HUMAN BEING WHO DESERVES THE CHANCE TO LIVE A DECENT LIFE!!!!!!!!!

/end rant

(And no, thanks, I don’t need the pep talk about hounding them and being aggressive, etc… I’m on it.)

8. I’m bleaching my hair. No, not blonde (AAAKKKKH! Blonde and Brillig, um, don’t work together, as some of you remember…) but just lighter and warmer. I saw some fashion expert say that warm, rich, golden brown is “in” right now, so I’ve decided to try it. It might be a total train wreck. It might also encourage my hair to catch on fire and fall out… Oh wait…

9. Soap Opera Sunday will be held here this weekend, at its birthplace.  Bring your sudsy tales and let’s have some fun!  (Find out more about this here.)

10. Love you all. Thanks for not giving up on me.