Time to catch up...

I haven't written here for a while, and quite a few things have happened in the meantime. Let's recap, shall we?

A. My bestie, who is training for a triathlon, talked me into doing a 5K run with her in 5 weeks. Yaaaaaaaaaay. First off, I'm a smoker who was supposed to have quit 3 weeks ago. Second, I have always lived life under the ideal that running is strictly for escaping from burning buildings. Anyway, I said yes because I'm an idiot. Surprisingly, training for it has been pretty rewarding and semi-enjoyable, if you don't count the shin splints that make me want to puke. We'll see what happens.

B. I have officially put in my notice to quit my full time job as Office Manager for a real estate firm to do the Realtor thing full time. Sounds stupid, huh? (Trust me, it sounds even more retarded when it's typed out in black and white) Well, there are a lot of reasons for it, the biggest ones being that I'm sick of babysitting grown ass people, and I currently don't have time to market myself and respond to prospective buyers and sellers of my own in order to get any business established. AND, I figure that if I can make it work in this freaking economy, I will be some sort of housing rock star when it gets back to normal.

C. I finished reading "Fractured" by my favorite author, Karin Slaughter, and am eagerly awaiting her newest book which comes out in July (I pre-ordered!)

D. I started reading "Scar Tissue" by Anthony Keidis (of Red Hot Chili Peppers fame). It is freakishly weird and I can't put it down. My bestie, who lent it to me, told me she actually called in sick to work one day so she could keep reading that book.

E. I got a new (used) vehicle, after driving my lump of crap Cavalier for 10 years. YESSSSSS! It's a 2004 Chevy Colorado, very nice, and compared to my old, dented-up piece of shit, it makes me feel like a stone-cold pimptress.

H. I got a new cell phone, and I now have texting for the first time. Yep, I finally dumped my giant Zach Morris phone and made it happen. I'm waiting for a whole bunch of people to be blowin' up my cellie, but the only person who texts me is my husband.

I. I got Strep Throat. The back of my throat looked like a pair of tits.

J. I got over Strep Throat by drinking a Six-Pack of Corona.

K. I blogged. Now we're caught up.

Check ya later.