"I'm in a glass case of emotion!"

I could spend this blog discussing the big changes coming up in my life. Let's just gloss over what you have missed:

• I got a "new" job at my old laboratory.
• I quit the job I didn't like so much, only to find I really will miss the people and I didn't hate my boss so much.
• I am turning another year older this month. Thrilling.
• My friends and I recently observed an older woman leaving the grocery store wearing Crocs and pushing a cart of kitty litter. While they joke that this is going to be me, I would like to make what I feel are strong points in my defense:

1. I would never wear Crocs. If I'm going to be old, I'm going to wear colored Keds, or even better: the black leather velcro shoes.
2. I hate cats for the most part. I'm never going to own one. If my bat-shit crazy grandmother has taught me anything, it has been to never underestimate the enemy (a.k.a. cats.) She owns a Super Soaker squirt gun, like the kind that comes with a backpack to hold even more water. It's actually a very effective device for removing small pests from your yard, ranging from squirrels to cats up to children. Try it. I might also throw out the idea of a leaf blower.

I also have a week off of work. Yes, I decided to take my own little vacation because I'm lazy and it is fun. My plans for said vacation remain to be seen. However, I am strongly inclined to believe that I will be partaking in my newest addiction at the Salon of Cancer and Death. (Yes, a tanning salon.) I reached a lifelong goal of mine this past week, as I realized that the Ivory family of foundations at Cover Girl no longer adequately suited my pore-clogging make-up needs. I have finally defied my Irish Catholic rootz.

There you have it; my life, in a nutshell. Tune in later this week for *gasp* maybe another update. Maybe.