It’s been a long and winding road back to my little JournaBlog. The journey back here was filled with many interruptions along the way, like work and busy schedules and, uh, forgetting that there was even a JournaBlog to update. Nevertheless, back to this reality.
Nothing new around here. I’ve been running around like a little bee, buzzing about my cubicle and the streets of Somewheres, VA, and generally all over the place. I’d like to say that I’ve accomplished many significant things while in buzzing mode, like taking my formerly-white-now-beige vehicle to the car wash, or visiting Target/Bed, Bath & Beyond for different accessories to spice up the still clean (yay!!) room, but, alas, I can’t make those claims. Just working and doing the far more important things in life. Perhaps one of these weekends–when it’s not monsooning, which it has been lately during this oh so beautiful springtime(not)–I’ll take some time to visit the car wash and those other stores. Of course, such places require money for currency, not promises to pay or Monopoly cash, so I better make my visits when the wallet is ready. So, never.
Speaking of the old room, I’ve really been into the thought of decorating. This is a milestone. Because there are people like me, Girleys like me, who possess no interest whatsoever in decorating and design and the HGTV. Seriously. I mean, I love to watch Nate Berkus do his thing, but I’ve never had the desire to do all of that myself. But, of late, I’ve been gazing off into the distance, wondering how a Girley would transform her bedroom into a Parisian apartment from the 1940s on a budget of $10.00. Which means that I’m either growing up or that I’ve fallen and hit my head.