Men at work ... ?

Wait, OK, I lied. There's no men at work, because they don't work! At least at my personal version of corporateamerica they don't.
But that's a whole post, a whole weeks worth of posts.
And that's time I don't intend to waste.

I did it again. I went back to the local community college and reenrolled. Again. I think I've enrolled a half a dozen times now. Just six more classes, six tiny little classes to get my Associates Degree. Oh, I know, I hear you snickering. But I've been trying to get this degree complete for THIRTY YEARS. I have credits older than my children! I've promised myself that I'll get it done this time. I'd like to get it before my 50th in 2011...... maybe. Perhaps it needs to go on the Bucket List? That seems to be capturing most of my attention these days.

I am doing another first in February - a seven day cruise to the Bahamas. I did it mostly to say that I went on a cruise. I must admit, I'm not 100% sure this is a Bucket List item... last couple of times I've done a dinner cruise or sightseeing cruise, I all but did the horka horka.

Not a very flattering thing, the horka horka.

At any rate, is it time to formalize the Bucket List? Post it for the world to see and to hold me accountable to? It may be.

Joni's Bucket List

To be continued.........

I'm not the only one!

I love this!

While Lancaster takes up more time than I'd like, I love the whole idea of living small. Less space, less stuff, less headache. This guy not only has a great idea, but he gets an 'A' for decor, and thoughtful details.

As promised.......

The redness should fade in a day or so. I'll have to post another picture then. For now, I couldn't be happier with it. She's once again clawing at my leg!

Show us your tats!

OK. I will tomorrow!

I did it. I crossed 'get a tattoo' off my bucket list. The appointment was for 12:30 today. By 1:30, I was.....elated. Excited. Thrilled. My beloved Dakota's paw print, is resting in one of her favorite places. On my right calf. Dakota would lay her head on my right leg at night, sometimes looking for pets and love, sometimes just staring at me. Now she's there again.

I feel better. I haven't really thought about the impact that losing her had on my life, my spirit, my attitude. Now I feel like I have her back - oh, not that she ever left my heart or my mind - but now there's the physical part of her back. Resting comfortably on my leg while I go through my day to day.

And my mother will probably fall off her chair when she sees it! An added bonus. I'm sure her first question will be 'How much did it cost?'

It didn't really hurt. It stung a bit - particularly the outline! - and it burned a little, but certainly nothing like some of the other things I've done or had done over the years.

And it leads to the next question....

What will my next one be?

That damn Carly Simon song!

Ok. So, since last night, it's been playing non stop on my mind tape machine! But there's another one playing too. I think it's on the same album - does calling it an album date me? So I went on out to YouTube...

What is the stuff dreams are made of?

Coming Around Again

I think it was the title of a Carly Simon song.

My life seems to be monopolized by either my job or Lancaster. I'm going to do what I can to put the breaks on both items. I want, I NEED, to complete myself somehow. Define the passions. Break my balls free. I think about another dog quite often - but just haven't felt it yet while looking. I feel myself drool when I think about travel. Particularly north. Adirondacks. Maine. Canada. They are passionate, private thoughts now.
But I want them to be public actions.
And I am totally, absolutely enthralled with the idea of vandwelling.
But more on that later.

I'm writing. It's a passion. Words are a passion. And it feels GOOD.