Got My Hair Done

Now I can say that the way my hair looks is on purpose, instead of the result of lots of growth and procrastination.




I’ve ensured we will meet a HUGE year end goal at work (well, not just me, everyone on my team at work). IT FEELS GREAT! Grateful for the others making it possible.

But now, all the adrenaline is GONE from my body and I am pooped! Naps are in order. Then: STAR WARS: The Force Awakens at the El Capitan Theatre in Hollywood. Wonderful reward!

Five Things That Are Making Me Happy

  • My dog has decided he is going to be my shadow and an absolute snuggle bug this week. I’m thoroughly enjoying the increased puppy snuggles.
  • FINISHED WITH CHRISTMAS SHOPPING! Just a few gifts to wrap for the LAST shipment of gifts that I will send via UPS during my lunch break on Friday.
  • I put an extra blanket in the bed, only on my side of the bed. I usually go to bed before my husband does and the extra snuggly warmth is helping me drift off much more quickly than usual. Hooray for a comfier bed and better sleep!
  • Started listening to my favorite podcast “Happier” with Gretchen Rubin and Elizabeth Craft after a loooong hiatus (last listen was pre-move).
  • Seeing the neighbor’s Christmas lights in their yards when I walk the dog after work. It’s usually around 5:30 or 6:00pm when we take our longest walk of the day and it’s not TOO cold, yet, but the sun is done and the lights are on and it’s quite festive!

Morris Chestnut and the Crinkles

The only plastic bags that come into my home are from the pet store. Pretty much every time I go to the pet store, I get my dog a little treat. Therefore, my dog assumes any plastic bad has a toy or a dog treat for him inside of it. He’s a smart dog and he’s mostly right. In my home, we’ve started referring to plastic bags as “crinkles” because surely the crinkly sound of the plastic is what sends my dog scampering to find the source and claim his reward.

Lately, what with the holidays and all, more plastic packaging and plastic bags have come into the house than ever before. Morris, the dear puppers, thinks they are all for him. He is confused, disappointed, and determined to hoard what he can. He has acquired possession of two sealed plastic packages of replacement Christmas lights. We keep finding them in the couch, in his bed, in our bed! We’ve been able to keep most things from him, but he comes running to inspect every time he hears “crinkles” and I’ve gotten the “wtf am I supposed to do with this?” look from him as he inspects on more than one¬†occasion. Poor dog. We’re definitely laughing at him.


Is gnawing away at me slowly. It seems as though I’ve bucked off any and all depression, but the anxiety lingers.

My current job makes me anxious in ways my previous job did not. The unpacked boxes and uncleaned house make me anxious. The critter in the crawlspace (probably a mouse) has been banished from the apartment, but is probably still in the crawl space and it’s still piquing my dog’s interest and causing me anxiety. The dishwasher is broken and I don’t have time to call my landlord or to be home for a repairman and the dirty dishes are giving me anxiety. The dog needs his teeth brushed and his haircut. Holiday gifts need to be bought and wrapped. Christmas cards need to be mailed. The anxiety keeps me awake at night, which gives me little to no energy to accomplish all the things that are looming over me, creating a vicious cycle and adding more and more and more to my plate every day.

Now, I’ve named it. It is a CYCLE OF ANXIETY. Next steps: figure out a way to break it or lessen it or find relief.