m i s h m o s h

If I had to define my style it would be mishmosh. I love to change things about. I usually do this when the huzzy is out of town - can't help myself - it's the freedom that gets me all giddy. Freedom to fart around and try things a bit different. Huzzy likes things the same but he did marry me after all didn't he? Secretly he's a changer-upper too. I'm currently between jobs wondering what to do with this second half of my life. Anybody else pondering? Do we ever really figure it out? I think the corker is trying to do it a different way. Um, how to do that. Can drive oneself really insane. The eternal 'Y'. I spent part of the day chugging up a hill after Benny the husky-beast ran loose on a poor woman and her dog (atop the hill). He is a dear and gentle but running at you full-speed.......sorry woman and dog. When I got almost to the top - Benny finally 'comes' and runs right by me. Down the hill I went. Very tempted to stop, drop and roll. Geese poop stopped me. This hill is in the middle of a field we go to where Benny can run like the wind. It is a tobagganing delight in the winter. Speaking of which, we still have no snow and I'm waiting for it. Me and my new black-slightly longer than my bottom-hooded coat. I took the snowpeople out of their box today but it just seems wrong to see them sitting on the credenza. This must be what its like to live in Florida or somewhere tropical during the christmas season. I love me a good hibernating, deep snow winter. I hung glitter snowflakes on the tree outside the back door to pretend. Off to watch 30Rock and eat cheezies. cheerio dearios, send snow.