Slothly

I'm too lazy to blog.  Putting thoughts into words seems hard. 

There's plumbing going on in our home.  Progress is being made, an end is in sight.  Jimi's good at everything.  One of these days that will stop surprising me. 

I've spent two afternoons with sweet Adriana Rose, and I'm madly in love.  She's beautiful and perfect in every way.  She's the most amazing thing I've ever seen.  Stacy is a fantastic mother, and the love she feels for her child is a physical thing you can see in everything she does.  She was meant to do this. 

Kimmie's birthday is tomorrow, and she's invited me to join her and two other girlfriends for a weekend in NashVegas.  We're crashing at the Hilton, and there will be much merriment made.  I'm excited - I've never gone out of town on a girls' weekend before.  I'm also nervous and a bit homesick already - two nights away is a long time for me.  I'm sure I'll get over that as soon as we're on the road and giggly, but for now, I have butterflies. 

The job I sought is not going to be mine.  Bossman says there are bigger things in his plans for me.  I don't know what those are, but I have to trust him.  I'm working really hard to accept that this is the way things are supposed to be for me right now.  The best things come from plans you don't make for yourself, right?  Something like that. 

January, like December, was hard.  It's getting better, though.