I'm completely out of headline titles

In fact, I sometimes feel I'm out of blog topics.

Which is weird. I used to say that my blog was like Seinfeld - about nothing. Now I can safely say that my blog is nothing. I mean, if I don't update, then that's what you get...nothing.

So, as my friend turleybenson asked on my Facebook page the other day, WHAT GIVES?

I feel swamped. I feel swamped at work, at home, and in my personal life.

I'm swamped.

Highlights of my life include (but are not limited to):

• Running my very first 7K (which happened this past Sunday) - it was snowing at the end of it, but it was good.


• Getting my house ready to be put on the market. This, in itself, was a colossal undertaking and one that I owe my boyfriend many many thanks (and/or BJs) for helping me with. Seriously, I decided to put it up on the market only a few weeks before it happened - and that is NUTS. Painting, rearranging, building new furniture, and moving half of my stuff into storage all within a few weeks felt crazy.


• Putting my house on the market (and having two (yes, only TWO) showings)


• Getting worried about whether my house will sell or not - I mean, two showings is not exactly a great start.


• Deciding not to worry about whether my house will sell or not.


• Reminding myself that I decided to not worry about whether my house will sell or not.


• Spending all weekend at my boyfriend's place (which is very very sweet of him) in hopes that us being gone will mean that more showings will just happen.


• Work stuff has piled up. I mean, I'm actually (gasp!) working while at work. The nerve of my company apparently knows no bounds!!


• Dinners with friends...two weeks ago, I had dinner/activity plans every night. In the weeks since, I've limited it to just a few things each week, but YIKES it's tiring to keep up with sometimes!

I'm busy. And I want nothing more than to spend a day on my couch numbing myself with a good book, a glass or two of wine, and my Slanket.

YES, that's right, I have a Slanket. And I love it.

In the midst of all of this, I'm trying to remember the funny stuff as it happens so that I can write about it and keep you all abreast.

Which reminds me...what is this?
Two men. Walking a breast.

You're welcome.