Wow.

This has been a very long month. We have had houseguests since October 1, and the last one just left today! This is why I've not been online much to chat or post. But at last, life will be returning to some level of normalcy soon.

So I've now officially been blogging for a year. Wow, think about it. It's been 10 months since I returned home from Colombia. It hardly seems possible. Yes, I still credit that "Y'all were right". Though, I still hold to the truth that if I hadn't gone to Colombia, I'd still be questioning "what if" like I had been doing ever since I was 16 years old. It took me almost a decade to get that idiocy out of my head. And now I feel robbed of those 9 years. I don't believe I have learned much from the experiences of my various trips south of the border, but the one thing I learned was that I wish I had never gotten that craziness in my head from the beginning. But all the wishing in eternity wouldn't get me anywhere, so I move on.

Nate finally got to see Little Red. And my helmet came in on Saturday. It's sweet. Everybody's first reaction to seeing me drive up on my bike is "I didn't recognize you!" It's probably because I finally found a way to make myself sexy enough to be notice. (No, I'm not cutting myself down, but merely recognizing that sometimes a girl has to work at it.) Along those lines, how come is it that I get more attention from guys when I look nasty, like super nasty. Rememer when mechanic dude asked me out? Yeah, that day, I was wearing clothes that not only had I worn the day before, but ALSO slept in! Hair was pulled up and gross, and no makeup. But it seems when I put effort into looking nice, guys seem to ignore me. Maybe it's when I'm not looking good that I'm more self-conscience, and therefore take notice when someone notices me. I dunno.

Right now I'm a happy girl though. I got a quiet house, full tummy, and a dog lying on his bed in front of a fire, albeit a gas fire, but nonetheless, a fire (less effort, just a flip of a switch). Speaking of Titan, this dog is SO spoiled! I'm taking him up to TN for Jeb's birthday, and I am bringing his kennel and bed for him to sleep in Nate's parents' garage, but being that it's starting to get cold at night, I'm bringing an electric space heater to put next to his bed. See?! He's spoiled. But I only do this because he has NO FUR! The dog is bald on his undercarriage. He starts shivering if it drops below 45 degrees. I feel sorry for him. I've raised him indoors, so it's not fair to him to suddenly stick him outside for a cold night. Yeah, I spoil him, but I don't have a boyfriend or anyone else to distract me, so he gets my attention.

Ok, I've gotten a decent start on catch-up, so I'm quitting for now...bye!