Yay for Blogging!

It took all the strength I could muster not to start out with "Dear Diary."

Shit, I still sorta did anyways. Oh well.

After much thought (not much thought, the idea came to me about an hour ago) I decided now is the time to start blogging for no other reason than I have nothing better to do at 11 pm on a Sunday and for the hopes that I will stop talking to myself in public.

The talking in public started recently, and it only seems to happen when I walk Pippi. This evening I caught myself thinking aloud about a movie (Precious) I wanted to add to my Netflix queue. While talking to myself usually doesn't bother me, doing it in public warrants a certain level of craziness, and I don't want to be viewed as the crazy lady with the dog. I am too young for that. Maybe in 20 years.

Ok, five.

"Thinking aloud" sounds a lot better than "talking to yourself".

So, a little about myself. I am not really sure why I am going to bother with a bio. it is safe to say I will be the only one reading this, but what the hell, here it goes:

I live in the DC Metro area (aka Northern VA) I work for a company that I absolutely adore, and they absolutely adore me. (At least I think they do. Fingers crossed.) I won't say much about work, though, because it's always on those "Easy Ways to Lose Your Job" lists, and since I am not in the mood for job hunting, work will be a closed book.

I am a recent adult, and I love it (most of the time). I get great satisfaction in being able to pay my own bills. That sounds a little strange, I know. Grant it, this gratification is quickly filled with panic. Panic because the realization immediately sets in that once those bills clear I will be broke. You would think after nearly two years of this whole paying bills thing I would get used to it, but alas I have not. At least I have that one moment, and I will continue to grip on to that.

I just realized how many times I have used "I". I need to stop. (3 times in 2 sentences. Someone's a little full of themselves)

Going on... Pippi is my wonderfully insane dog, who I like more than most of the people I have had the displeasure of meeting over the years. She is a mutt, or "lab mix" as her vet records characterize her genetic makeup. How very PC of the vet. I don't want to talk about her too much because I am trying not to come off as one of those crazy dog people. You know, the types that wear "I Love My Dog" t shirts and talk to themselves. Weirdos.

To quickly sum up Pip, if she were an actual child she would definitely ride the short bus which makes me love her even more.

Lately, my life is relatively boring. I am blaming it on the snow and my Kindle. That gives me approximately another month or so before I need to get a life. Plenty of time to fill a social calendar. Hopefully.

Rant: I LOVE my Kindle! The back lighting makes reading so easy! I can download books in the matter of seconds! I can even subscribe to the New York Times! (Most newspaper publications for that matter.) It's so lightweight I can take it anywhere!

Since I have now resorted to professing my love for an inanimate object the time has come to put an end to this post; primarily in fear of revealing just how lame I truly am.