Zoinks!

Thank God it is September.  Was it just me or was August 72 days long?  This month is going to be very busy for me and I’m excited about that.  I am not good at relaxing-probably why I’m not a big fan of Summer.

Sarah and I are starting the month off right by going to see Cyndi Lauper in concert tonight at the Oregon Zoo.  It will most likely rain and be kinda cold, but it wouldn’t be a concert at the zoo without crap weather.  We’re going to a yummy restaurant for dinner first and there will beer at the concert to keep us warm.  I’m excited to see Ms. Lauper, apparently her latest album is blues based.  Perfect for September!

I’m also back to the medical transcription grind this month.  Must pass test.  Need job.  I get three tries, but I’d really like to only have to take it one more time.  I’ve never not passed something on the first try (besides my driver’s test) and I don’t want to make a habit of it.

Also this month my brother-in-law and future sister-in-law are coming to visit for a week.  They live in NY/Philly and are thinking about moving out here.  That should be fun if I can get the kitchen finished and whip the rest of the house into shape in time!  Not to mention it’s the hubs 40th birthday in 17 days and I haven’t even begun to think about what I’m going to get him.  I’m sure there will be a list and I’m sure I’ll be spending a bit of time at Best Buy confused as eff.

One of the things I’m most excited about that’s happening in September is  the boy is starting preschool!  He’ll be going Mondays and Wednesdays from 9-11:30.  He is going to have so much fun and I’m going to enjoy getting to spend some time alone with the girl.  Who knows what we’ll do without her brother around, but I’m secretly hoping it involves glitter and interpretive dance.

On the writing front, this month I’m going to complete my PNR novella about human sacrifices, get it edited, and hopefully ready to publish in October.  Also, I was reading through a bunch of old writing yesterday and am thinking of publishing a book of essays.  I used to write a lot of memoir essays-mostly humorous David Sedaris type stuff-and I think with a little spit and polish they’d make a fun .99 cent offering.  I have sort of two groups of essays, one is job related, and the other is family/friend related.  The job essays are definitely more entertaining.  The family/friend essays had me crying and astonished at how much my life had changed in the five years since I’d written them.  One of the essays was about turning 30 and discussing life goals.  I basically wanted to tell my 29-year-old self to shut the eff up and get over herself.  Seriously.  Grow a pair and quit yer whinin’.  You’re two years away from having kids and none of the shit you thought was important turns out to be.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m a total dumbass in all the job essays too, but in a much more hilarious stoned 19-year-old gettin’ into hijinks way.    Zoinks!

I think that’s all I have to ramble about today.  Until we meet again…