Holy unintentional hiatus, Batman!

Yeah, I get it, my last blog post was literally last year. 

No, I didn't drop off the planet due to a very specific loss of gravity. No, I didn't lose my fingers In a freak thumb wrestling accident. No, I didn't become Amish and shun the ways of modern technology. 

The truth is I got super busy at work and most of my free time was spent sleeping. Like, the month of December, I had a total of 4 days off, 3 if you don't count Christmas day. I worked 113 hours into a two week paycheck period. I had several 11 hour days. Then it was Christmas, then it was new years, now we're here. 

The Boyfriend and I went to Thanksgiving dinner at Diane's house, Christmas parties for our respective works, we had Christmas together in California because neither of us had time to go home...I'm heading to Minnesota at the end of January. We celebrated new years, first with a big crowded party bar thing at Universal Studio City Walk, and the abandoned that for a quiet drink in a small bar for the actual countdown to midnight. The bar was better. 

Here is a bunch of pictures.

And most recently participated in the pantsless subway ride. 

Speaking of pants...(see, transition)

It is under my careful observation that there is no perfect pair of gray jeans. I've looked for the better part of four years for a pair of gray jeans that I liked. I had a pair, but every time I wore them it reminded me of David Bowie's pants in Labyrinth, and I am no David Bowie.

So, after buying and then returning several pairs because I refuse to try most things on because I'm impatient and hate stores...I finally found a pair that will get me by. 

But seriously, why is it so hard!?!!!!?! Most are too low, unless I want to dress like I'm 13 again, which I don't. Nobody wants to see my underwear when I sit down, the irony of that statement just a few paragraphs down from the pantsless subway ride picture. There is a time and a place for everything, and sitting is not the time or place for underwear. Also, I am not a 13 year old fashionista. I just want a pair of gray jeans that fit like the skinny jeans I own and love, just like that but in gray rather than blue.

So the ones I found weren't too low, too tight, and didn't invoke memories of 80s muppet movies..the problem? THEY HAVE NO FRONT POCKETS!!!!!!!!!! They LOOK like they have font pockets, but it's a lie. The pants lie. So, I still continue my search for the perfect gray jeans. Captain Ahab surrounded by the endless sea. Call me Ishmael. [insert Moby Dick in my pants joke here]

O.o

...anyway, here's to more regular posts again, now that my work has gone back to normal person hours. 

Cliches are Okay! (sometimes)

I know that this time of year, everyone is stating what they are thankful for, and the day after Thanksgiving, it makes sense. Sometimes, though, cliches are completely welcome.

What I'm thankful for.

I'm thankful for all of you who offered kind words and loving support from my last post. On Tuesday, I go to the doctors to see what results have turned up, hopefully there will be some answers and even more hopefully, there will be some easy solutions. Sometimes I forget that admitting your weaknesses is the best way to strengthen friendships. So, thank you all for your love and support.

I'm thankful for The Boyfriend. I know, now this post is cheesy AND cliched. Bear with me, it's going to get a lot cheesier for a little bit. He has been nothing short of amazing through all of my crazy. I believe I have cried at least weekly onto one of shirts. He knows when I'm lying about being okay. He knows how to make me smile again. He knows when I'm freaking out. He loves me despite all of the things I think make me unloveable. We've been together almost 10 months and it's been amazing. I love him like I've never loved anyone else. It's simple.

Okay...the terrible cheesiness is over, back to cliches.

I'm thankful for all of my amazing friends. The ones who give me (and The Boyfriend) places to go for the holidays and invite me into their families (and feed us delicious food, thank you again!). The ones who go on lunch dates with me and get how my brain works. The ones I get to see every day at work. The ones who live far away and I only get to see every once in a while. I've figured out that the friends I have are going to definitely stick around for a while, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I'm thankful for the apartment The Boyfriend and I have, a place that always feels warm and safe and comfortable. That's also where Fievel is, so there's that.

I'm thankful for my family (the people I'm related to, and the people that have become family by history and friendship), even though I don't see them much. They keep me grounded to my home and where I came from. They are one of the things I'm excited about when I go home.

I'm thankful for my parents. I can say they did a darn good job of raising me. They are the foundation of everything I am and everything I do. They have supported all of my dreams and never told me I wasn't able to do something that I set my mind to. Because of them I'm strong, kind, and creative. I'm glad my parents and I were grouped up in whatever cosmic family building system there is.

I'm thankful I have my fingernails painted like turkeys.

I hope you are all able to list the things you are thankful for and see the wonderful things in your life.

Happy Thanksgiving.