Almost embarrassed to read my past blog posts, I am in such a different state of mind now! This won't be too interesting, but I am so excited I just need a place to say it all!

Work is a drag. It's boring, and I hear no one ever moves up in position or gets pay bumps or anything of that variety. They like me, though. I'll tough it out until something really great comes along - at least it's another stamp on the resume, right?

Hobbies, they happen sometimes. University program, all the time. Vacuuming? Apparently never. Life is a whirlwind and I feel like I am spending half of it driving place to place, but at least I LOVE my car.... so happy I found one that isn't filled with, you know, a bee hive under the hood and cigarette burns (ahem, ex boyfriend).

I'm planning to visit a long distance friend in December and simply cannot wait, it's been awhile since I have gone anywhere and this will be such a fun trip! I'm not saying I "deserve" a vacation, but I surely want one and I don't have to worry about tickets for other people, so!

My kittens are growing up and proving to be the most adorable things on the planet. I will for sure be a crazy cat lady, I can tell already, and it will be a lovely time, I promise you. Here is a picture of Redmond and Rafael spooning:

But what I admit I am most excited about - not unlike a hormone-filled adolescent - is MEN. Holy cow. Dating is really fun, kids, in case you were not aware. There are a few contenders and I have been going out a couple times each week, but there are two that definitely lead the race.

One, A, I met by pure chance, but noticed from across a crowded room and we went out the next evening. He's very sweet, still a little awkward with me, but of course we don't know each other very well. One of our first dates was out through a big arboretum and eventually we found some comfy sofas in a little porch, where he asked to kiss me (do people still DO that? The whole consent thing? LOVE. Hmm, perhaps this statement raises some flags about people I've been with...).

I was very content with A (after stepping back with others; there was the long-distance N who I ultimately decided was not going to happen because I don't want to purposely land myself another LDR! and S who has been a friend since breaking up with my ex, and we sort of started a half-fling - two people that needed each other as friends and companions and sometimes a date to a new restaurant or uncomfortable family/work gathering!) - thinking that perhaps, in due time, an 'official' relationship would begin...and THEN...I met J.

Girls. Ladies. My lords. Kiddies and boys and girls and holy mother of wowza. I thought the 'fireworks' phenomena was kind of BS until I met J. No, really - I've been into the men I've dated and been in relationships with. But never before had I been so wildly attracted to someone just by exchanging a few glances, and fewer words. We went out for lunch, and a man came and sat in the booth adjacent to us. J went to the restroom, and the man - a stranger - says to me: "I can tell you're in love. Let me tell you, he is WHIPPED. How long have you been together?" I was embarrassed as can be and the comment made me laugh a bit too much, but the guy sure was shocked when I told him we had only met that very morning! After lunch, I made a joke about antiquing, so sure as hell we did. I love someone up for adventures! As if the day weren't good enough, J then agreed to come along to a horse show (and those of you that know me and my life path goals, of course, know that that is no silly business) where he was interested and wanted to learn more. I sound so ridiculous, like a 14-year-old, melting over someone. But damn, he made me feel like one! Well, not actually, for I certainly didn't feel like this at 14.

I swear, immediately after our date, I called my mother to proclaim that I'd met the man I was going to marry and isn't-that-obscene-who-would-say-that-oh-lord-I've-known-him-for-6-hours-what. My LANTA though, he is divine.

So...we will see what happens next. I feel like a Bachelorette contestant except actually involved with the plot and I picked my bachelors myself and there are certainly less film crews. (Thankfully. Yikes!) So, I suppose, I feel nothing like a Bachelorette contestant and exactly the way a very fortunate woman with options about partners and LIFE and this is turning into a run on sentence for I am so, so very exhilarated.

Wow. I don't dare read over that, for fear that middle-school me will pop out. Uh oh!
Anyhow, how are all of you lovelies? I doubt any one has actually read this, but just in case.