I got a rock.

This is a line from the infamous annual special It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!

We watched that last night at my mom’s house for our post-Halloween get-together, along with Garfield’s Halloween and Young Frankenstein.

These are all classic Halloween staples that we endure every year over chili dogs and Fritos. Good times.

I got a rock.

Charlie Brown utters this while everyone else excitedly reveals what candy they received during trick-or-treating.

Every year, without fail, dude cuts too many holes into his bed-sheet / ghost costume, and as a result…

I got a rock.

And even though I had a spectacular Halloween with my immediate family as well as with my extended, I am having a hard time catching my breath.

It’s almost like…

I got a rock.

Look, I don’t even know what to talk about right now.

I’m torn so many directions I can’t even think straight, much less compose a logically-framed post.

November is just NOT the time to hit me up for organized conversation.

Consider all we’ve endured since August:

• I had surgery and almost died. Shit got seriously real.
• We moved from a two-story, three-bedroom, two-bath house into an upstairs, two-bedroom, one-bath apartment. And I couldn’t help with anything since I was still healing from my near-death experience.
• My hubz took over a new location at the company for which he works – and by “new location” I mean he got to cut the grand-opening ribbon. But, since it’s a dollar store chain, there was no ribbon, much less a ribbon-cutting.
• My nine-year-old daughter started fourth grade and then less than a month into the school year had to learn not just one but TWO new bus routes, since her dad moved recently, too. Now she rides #10 half the week and #15 the other days.
• My twenty-year old son moved out. He is working full-time, going to school part-time, working at the gym daily, and training with professionals to both compete in lifting and fights, as well as to model sports gear. So it’s not like we saw him much anyway, but now we don’t see his dirty clothes, either. It’s been bitter sweet.
• I attended a science fiction / fantasy / horror writing conference for the first time and met a published celebrity author {Jonathan Maberry of Rot & Ruin fame} and fell in love with words all over again.
• My bestie and I were {very mildly} sexually harassed – her for being hawt and me for being not.
• I attended a women’s retreat where I made new friends; struggled with the concept of forgiveness; realized I do have something of value to give others; dabbled in creativity; wrote a lot in my journal; and learned to receive gifts. I also got back in touch with my creative side… just in time for November.
• I attended an important protest {#OpJohnCrawford}.

I got a rock.

Now it’s November.

• My sister and I make some gorgeous children. Abbie is the little girl on the left. Chris is the guy on the far right with the beard. Love all dem babies!

  I’m writing a krillion words per day for NaNoWriMo {National Novel Writing Month}.

• My sister and her hubz will celebrate 17 years of wedded bliss this month.
• Their daughter – my niece – turns 16 in about three weeks, which is a pretty big deal around these parts since she is the next oldest cousin after my son, between my two kids and my sister’s three kids.
• My little girl turns 10 – a double-digit-midget – a week after that. As in, the day before Thanksgiving. She wants a parrot-themed party at laser tag. Last year was a Doctor Who-themed party at laser tag. So at least there is some consistency. I wanted owls, but she informed me that her dad already through her an owl-themed party, DUH.
• Speaking of birds: Thanksgiving is this month. And we are staying in. I am cooking for my hubz and my daughter, and my son is coming home for dinner. Zibbit!

I got a rock.

December is right around the corner.

• Best. Game. EVER.

  Two weeks after my daughter’s birthday / Thanksgiving, I will turn 39. I want to go bowling, but I also want to play Pandemic all night. And I want a book / writing-themed party. With wine. On the rocks. Ha.

• Oh, and the next day my son will turn 21. Fuck me. That’s all I have to say about that.
• A week after that is my parents’ 40th anniversary.
• A week after that is Christmas.

I got a rock.

And then the New Year will be upon us.

I am having a hard time focusing on any one particular task at the moment. So you will have to forgive me if I’m running short on topics.

Normally I have lots of stuff to rant about but I haven’t been reading the news lately.

Which may explain my increased good mood.

#SorryNotSorry

Do you feel like you got a rock?

Tell me I’m not the only one who feels that the last three months have been ridiculous, and that the next two are going to be even more over the top. TELL ME. Make me believe you. Be convincing.

And… GO!

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