Meet Virginia

Oh hi there.

I wish I had some super-exciting story about how I won the lottery...or the HGTV DreamHome...or a yacht and was forced at knifepoint to sail around the world, and that's why I haven't been able to post anything for the past few weeks. But no. Life has been busy, yet fairly normal (minus that freak blizzard here in Ohio last weekend, but at least my driver's side mirror was the only casualty).
I am currently sitting on my bed next to Alex, sipping a "fine blackberry wine" (i.e., grape juice spiked with moonshine) that we picked up at the Tamarack rest stop in West Virginia this afternoon, and listening to a bagpipe wail Scotland the Brave over my speakers because it is the only remotely St. Patrick's Day-related song that I own. And yes, I realize that it's called SCOTLAND the Brave, not IRELAND the Brave. But I drank enough green beer this weekend while visiting my little sister in college that I feel like Saint Patrick would definitely be proud. "The beirut ball is over there, Virginia."

The past few weeks have been absolutely crazy. I started my new job at a local magazine, and lo and behold, learned that there are indeed jobs out here in the real world that don't allow endless hours to peruse blogs and write posts every day. (Ummmm WHAT?!) So the combination of frantically trying to learn all I can about my new position (which I truly do LOVE), work much longer hours than I am used to, and still try to make it to the gym to combat the sluggish metabolism my body has suddenly decided to adopt have left me exhausted and with very little time to blog.

I know this is no excuse. I know that I suck. But to be perfectly honest, it was sort of nice to take a hiatus and not think about the bloggy world for a little bit. To not worry about how many comments I received on my posts, whose blogs I had to follow, what I ought to write about that other people would find entertaining, etc. I think I got really caught up in it all and forgot about the important stuff--that my blog, as much as I love all who read it, is for ME. It's a way to relax and rehash my thoughts/life, as well as meet some awesome people who I hope so dearly to meet in person someday. I just needed a break from it all.

Enough about all of that. I'm back, be-fuddled mind and all. Case and point, I just ran a load of laundry and forgot to put in any soap. Now everything smells like hot sauce (Alex spilled it all over his shirt last night at midnight when we were drunk and decided that Triscuits + swiss cheese + hot sauce was a really good idea).

(It was not a good idea.)

So I need to go do more laundry, otherwise tomorrow might be the first day I go to the office either sans shirt or wearing the last thing in my drawer, which happens to be a sequined black tube top. Nobody needs to see that on a Monday morning.