2005, Hear We Come!!!

OK, so technically we're already there, but this is my first post of the new year. I'm sorry it's been so long since I posted. I've been really busy and right now I have house guests. My friend Becky, her husband John, and their monkey, I mean son, have all been at my house for about four days. The son is a not-quite-two-year-old rascal named Jackson. He's like the people equivalent of my hound. In fact, the two of them got along quite well. I was a little concerned, since Coffee had never been around small children. He did really well, though. The closest thing we've had to an incident was a little rough play. My pup is a very good boy. Jackson was actually shoving grass into Coffee's mouth this afternoon, and he was a terrific sport about it. They even played a little tug o' war with a stick. Last night, Coffee was lying on his tummy on the floor here in the study, and Jackson lay down next to the Javahead on his tummy (Jackson's, not the dog's) and proceeded to suck his thumb (again, Jackson's, not the pup's). I had to turn away because a person can only handle so much cuteness before passing out.

So I hope everyone had a great new year. Mine was uneventful, but OK. I didn't really do anything, but at least I wasn't in a chartreuse funk about what I should have accomplished by now. I guess that's waiting for my birthday on Thursday. I shall be 28 years old. Yes, Dina, I know I'm old. The fact that my face looks like a Bible cover from 1802 and that my hair could be mined by Yukon Cornelius tell me that every day. Oh, since we're on the subject of my nativity, I would like to point out that all of my loyal readers who want to send gifts can send eBay gift certificates. Although not really curing my addiction, this will prevent me from buying crap I don't need with money I don't have. I will being buying crap I don't need with money y'all gave me. This is an important distinction. Don't make that face. I'd bid on a vote that you do it, too. I'm hoping to go out to a nice dinner for my birthday, but I don't know. I may just end up doing what I usually do: curling up into the fetal position and weeping bitterly as a grieve my quickly passing youth. You know the sad part? I don't feel that old. I mean, I still kind of think of myself as a kid. I got Hello Kitty sheets, Veggie Tales toys, and Spongebob Pez dispensers for Christmas, for the love of Pete! Are these gifts people give to someone they view as a mature young woman? Of course not! Heck, I also ordered myself Jonah: A Veggie Tales Movie on DVD, which I am eagerly awaiting. By the way, if anyone from the USPS is reading this, get a move on! If it doesn't arrive by tomorrow, I'm throwing a tantrum!

I have good news, too! I finally got my grades from Forsyth Tech, the illustrious institution of higher learning I attend. I got striaght A's!!! I'm so proud I could plotz. I think I may be able to finish my degree after all. I may even get the Ph.D. I've wanted all my life. Can you imagine? Dr. Lori Denise Priddy, psychologist. Maybe I can even do it in a timely manner, as in, before I'm dead. Of course, the upcoming semester is going to be a bear. I'm taking 18 credit hours because a) I want to be able to get as many classes as I can before I transfer, and b) I'm out of what passes for my mind. Pray for me. The semester starts next Monday, a week from today. I'm thinking of having a minor breakdown next Saturday to get me in the proper frame of mind for school. I'll eat some chocolate and watch a sad movie and then move on to eating spaghetti and watching a funny movie. It's all very methodical. I'm sure there's science behind it, too, but I'll need an enormous federal grant to study it.

So, I hope this post has made you all very happy and informed. I'll write again soon. Have a great year, and God bless!!!!!