Orange, yellow, red

I gotta admit: as much I as I loathe this time of year, the foliage is always an eyeful of majestic Mama Nature. Just driving in to work makes me want to focus my digital camera at some of that awesome color. I'm no shutterbug, so I couldn't possibly do the scenes justice. Instead, I watch and sigh; every once in a while I wish I had some thermo clothes and some good L.L. Bean hiking boots, so I could climb an upslope hiking trail. I don't mind doing the small mountain hikes (I did one last year around this time in CT) but I'm not nearly relaxed enough to enjoy the annual show this year. All that silence would just create a vacuum for my worries and problems to eat at me with all the voracity they can't have when I'm focused and busy with work.

I've been driving this past month, using Sonny's car. He's a total babe for letting me. I mean, when I have a kid, Satan might be down there catching snow flakes on his tongue before my kid slides behind the wheel of my vehicle. I guess that depends. Some kids are totally responsible and listen to your every direction, and then you have some that only want to know two things: how do I go and how do I go faster? I'm no speed demon. I only wanted to know two things when I first got into a car at 16 yrs old: How do I stop and how do I put this bitch in park? I must say I've come a long way. I'm one of those annoying people who hover their foot over the brake pedal and start using it kinda far away from a stop sign or red light. But I'm super-cautious. Not a damn thing wrong with that.

Believe it (or not) I'm still muddling through post-wedding bullshit. I only just the other day got my name changed with Social Security Administration. Finally, I can ditch the confused limbo I had been dealing with! My marriage license said one name, and I referred to myself by my maiden name. Well, now my only worry is to fix my name everywhere I use it, such as the bank, credit cards, etc, etc. And my matron-of-honor is still steadfast in holding on to my shit! I mean, come on!! It's practically frigging NOVEMBER and I STILL haven't seen the guest book. Right now my aunt/matron of honor is sitting on it, after she promised to have it shipped to me well over a month and a half ago. That coupled with my attempts at getting settled at my new job is killing me. I go to bed exhausted beyond belief, damn near everynight. And of course I'm homesick and wishing I could be with my family this Thanksgiving.

In other news, I'm getting pumped and psyched and all that good stuff. **does the punch-and-weave and the Boxer shuffle** A friend forwarded me something extremely cool. I'm beating myself with my Daily Planner for not knowing about this. November is National Novel Writing Month. There's a literary marathon raging. Starting November 1st, contestants log in and start to write a novel and must be finished by November 30th. AWE-SOME! Ok, so Sonny's not so excited about this (thinks it's a waste of time to some extent), but I'm gung-ho and a bag of Doritos, man...with a jar of salsa! This is for all those who have a novel in them, but don't have the "time". Well, armed with 50,000 words and 30 days, you've been given the time. Deadlines are magical, wonderful things. You never know what you got in you until you've got a deadline. So, I happily doodle my character's face and do extensive research for a name and wait for November 1st to arrive.

Hey...ya never know.