Oh. Hello. Didn't see you there.

I haven't worn a bra in two weeks.

Well, no; that's a lie. I wore a bra on my date yesterday, but other than that I've been a free woman.

I can't say that I'm pleased about the situation. If you're not wearing a bra, that means you're not going anywhere, and if you're not going anywhere, you end up cramming a half bag of M&Ms into your mouth while watching a five-hour SVU marathon in the same clothes you wore yesterday (and slept in last night) while your dumber-than-a-box-of-rocks cat gives you a "bath" by licking your armpit, forehead and eyeball.

I think it's time for an intervention.

When I made the humble ridiculous spontaneous selfless borderline suicidal meticulously planned decision to move to Little Rock with Jason and our three cats, I knew I wasn't going to have a job. I was (and still am, I think. maybe.) okay with it -- I needed to screech my little career train to a halt and figure out what exactly I wanted to do with my life, if I wanted to venture down a different path, if journalism still was the right field for me...basically all my inner struggles needed some time to come out and play while I sorted them out. They're still playing. I'm still sorting. Such is life.

I've poked around at jobs/careers that look interesting. I've had one skeezy nibble, no bites. But like I said, I actually planned for this. So it's all right, for now.

I guess the biggest adjustment is finding a useful and thrifty way to spend my spare time. I've started volunteering at the humane society (more cats to love that aren't mine), but I have to drive there (boo gas money). I've started cooking real food again, but I can't haggle produce prices down at the Kroger (I do some couponing, though, so I'm not a total failure). And I've taken quite a liking to skin care, but man does it take a pretty penny to make my money-maker look good.

So then I had a bright idea to start a blog...again.

I think I have three blogspot blogs and a wordpress site. I can tell you that my wordpress has no more than two posts, and the other blogs vary in levels of angst. My goal here is to get back into writing and share any and all of my wild tales of Arkansas. And if you're lucky, you'll get some fancy pictures and MAYBE a video or two. But don't hold your breath; I really don't like the sound of my own voice.

I can't promise it'll always be wholesome, but I can guarantee you it'll be one hell of a ride.