I’ve just remembered that I have a blog. A reminder WOULD HAVE been helpful. It’s just easier for me if I blame someone else for my non-bloggy streak. I really have been busy. I started a new job, if you haven’t heard. And, I do not care this is the start of my first week, IT IS STILL NEW.

So, the thing about my job is that it’s 45 minutes away. And, I have road rage. The morning commute isn’t so bad, but OH MY GOD, there are a lot of assholes out on the road in the evenings. But, there is a lot to be said about not dreading going to work every morning, so the commute does not really bother me.

If you’re wondering what the boy and I did for our first Valentine’s Day together, I’ll tell you: We went to the beach, I drank a lot of wine, I gave him a gift, he did not give me a gift. And, here’s the shocking part: I do not care that he did not get me a gift. Being away with him for two whole days was quite enough for me. And, also, the wine did not suck.

Also, last week we went to a Blazer game. They played the Seattle Supersonics Oklahoma City Thunder. Our seats were so close that I SERIOUSLY could have used my Go-Go Gadget Arm to reach out and touch Joel Pryzbilla. I’ve thought for a long time that I should have an athlete on my Do-Me Boy List, and now I do. Adam? You’re gone. One other thing to note about the Blazer game is that the girl sitting right in front of me a) needed to brush her hair b) was wearing a WHITE SUN DRESS (please note, IT IS FEBRUARY IN OREGON) c) must have realized at the last second that, “Hey! It’s February in Oregon and also 34 degrees out today, I’m going to go ahead and put my faux Uggs on with this dress”, and d) was so shocked at the sight of the blimp that flies around the arena dropping t-shirts, that she felt the need to point it out to everyone in the vicinity. She is so damn lucky that she didn’t turn around and point it out to me, because I surely would have popped her one.

Which brings me to my last “story”: Lupron Rhi is back and she is PISSED. Things were smooth sailing for a while, but apparently Lupron Depot and I are going out with a bang. Things I currently have ZERO tolerance for are: hearing my name be mispronounced, over 15 items in the express lane, bad grammar, poor gas station etiquette, being called “HON”, and actually any breathing that is not mine. And, if you’re wondering just how much longer you all have to deal with this, the answer is 5 weeks. It’s a wonder I’ve made it this long.