I've been trying to access OD but it won't load at all. I've tried my laptop, phone, and kindle. Nothing.
Looks like I'm here now. And my blog, which I forgot I had because of a concussion. You can find my blog at colliebrookcrossing.com. When I can get my life organized and resume blogging it will be more interesting. For now though, it's pretty bare. Keep an eye out for regular updates starting in January.
Otherwise life has been busy. It's the holiday season, so of course things are crazy. That's not really why my life is crazy though. I think my biggest issue right now is my memory. It sucks. I can barely remember anything unless I put it in the calendar on my phone with alerts and alarms and reminders, and even then if I don't put something in my calendar immediately I forget or mix up times. I missed my mother's birthday dinner because I thought it was an hour later than it really was, and the week before I was an hour early for another family thing. That's how my brain has been working lately - it takes two similar events and swaps details between the two until it's all mixed up. Really makes things difficult.
Christmas. I hate Christmas. Why does it have to be about getting GIFTS? Why can't it just be about getting TOGETHER? My shopping is done - my wrapping isn't. Technically my shopping is completed, I'm just waiting on some last minute things to be delivered, like my brother's drum sticks. Then once the last package shows up I have to wrap everything. I really should go buy more crap for people, but there is really only 1 person and 1 dog I want to shop for. I only got my brother and sister gifts because it's almost like I HAVE to. My sister and I don't even talk - there's a big ... rift... between us, and I rarely see my brother because my sister is home and we avoid each other. I don't even know why I bothered getting her a gift. I'm pretty sure if you're on the naughty list you're supposed to get coal.
Time to get going - I have work, then a doc appointment, then more work, then I'm putting on pj's and crawling into bed until tomorrow morning. The only reason I will get out of bed is to let the dog out, eat, or use the bathroom. I don't even want to go back to work - but I have to. (insert sad faces here)
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