I like to spoon after I fork.

Mom and are are maybe, possibly considering kinda sorta moving to Tennessee in a couple of years or so. Now, nothing is definite, it's just that it's something we may be considering for the near future. Mom's always wanted to live up there and she wanted to do it while she can still enjoy it. She says she sees too many patients come in with too many regrets. Me, I'd be happy up there, I think. I've got nothing really holding me here. No relationships and I'm not in school. Plus grandma's not here anymore, so there'd be no reason to stay for her. I'm kinda sick of Florida. I miss the change of seasons and actual landscape. True, it'll be colder, but I think I can endure. So mom and I are gonna sit down this weekend probably and discuss and possibly come up with a plan of some sort.

It was pouring buckets on the way home from work today, which I then had to drive in. Such fun. And I'm not talking a nice drizzle. I'm talking deluge. I had to stop by Wal-Mart first because I needed some stuff for lunches then I had plans to stop for gas, but it was too rainy, so I just went home. I fixed some hot cider and a S'mores Pop-Tart and changed out of my wet clothes and into my pj's. So I feel very comfy now.

Oh, and a small project for you all. Whenever I eventually go over to my new job, I want to decorate my workspace with pictures of my friends. So, if you would, if you'd like to send me pictures of you so I can print them off and put them on my workspace. You can e-mail them to me if you'd like (or post in a comment, either/or). My e-mail addy is in my profile.

Word of the Day: ruminate
Pronunciation: /ROO-min-ate/
v : to turn a matter over in the mind; ponder; muse