This is surely an odd year from the events that have happened in it thus far. The majority of people that I know that have had long standing relationships are either having problems or have broken it off entirely. I won't even begin to list the long and depressingly numerous amount of names in this.

The only bright and positive aspect of this is that I hope this means that these individuals have now learned what they want in a mate and will go out and find exactly what their heart desires (and will keep desiring) for the remainder of their life.

Relationships are confusing, confusing creatures sometimes.

I have a party to go to tonight. Believe it or not, I'm not much of a party person. Maybe I was about five or six years ago, but I'm a bit more of a homebody these days. I like to go out and visit in twos and threes (for groups), grab some coffee and chat, or something along those lines. Big party bashes are a rarity for me and, I will admit it, I do have a tendency to get a bit nervous!

Speaking of nervous, that reminds me of some of the silly things that I have done or have had happen to me so far this year.

Hmm...where to start (and what not to reveal )

I was taking Sam on a walk the other day and he kept stepping on the heels of my sandals. Finally, just as a long string of cars are going by, he gets my sandal good and I almost sprawl completely on my face on the sidewalk.

I'm still trying to figure out if that accidental step on his part was intentional.

I love eating popcorn at work. It's an easy snack and lasts longer than five seconds (usually). The worst part is that, inevitably, I always drop popcorn. Unfortunately, when I had a coworker sitting next to me (and luckily not paying attention), I dropped a piece down my shirt and it got lodged in my bra. Since I had already taken a quick bathroom break a few minutes earlier, I was stuck sitting there with popcorn invading the land of bra-dom until he left half an hour later.

Let us also not count the amount of times I have spilled coffee all over my work station.

I'm starting to see a pattern and it cries "clutz".

Last year when I started learning how to drive a five speed, I got stuck on a steep hill. I kept killing it when I put it in first gear and tried to drive up it. It wouldn't have been so bad if it hadn't have been rush hour traffic.

And, yes, let us not even mention the gargantuan muffler (aka: The Rocket) attached to my car like some sort of metallic leech. I've even had children in the neighborhood come over to my car, get down on hands and knees, and start looking inside of it exclaiming all kinds of mean things that I'm sure gave my car quite the self esteem complex.


That's it for now. Wish me luck on this party - hopefully I won't end up trapped in the bathroom by my own accidental doings, collapse down the stairs, fall out of a window, or somehow manage to stuff myself in the oven thinking it was the coat closet.