Big Things Happening

Today was a very big day. I got up at 6:30 and was at the site of my internship by 8. I met a lot of the people in charge and they were very nice. I almost got the feeling that if they could, they would have given me a job on the spot. It felt very much like an interview. Then I met the person I will be working with on a daily basis. I am really excited about working with her next semester because her fields of interest are very similar to mine. After that I came home and finished reading the final book I had to read this weekend. Wrote up my summaries of all 5 books and emailed them to my professor just in the nick of time.

Having those 2 things done meant I was completely finished with the fall semester. The relaxation can begin now. To celebrate I put up the Christmas lights (and nearly killed myself in the process). I am hypoglycemic and hadn't had anything to eat all day, but I was doing OK. Then I started having to put the ladder in very tall places. I am very skinny and small and am not very strong at all. Moving the ladder around + shaking because I hadn't eaten + shaking because I was scared shitless to be up so high on a ladder alone = a really shaky person very high up on a ladder just begging to die. I ended up getting on the roof and straddling the pointed part and scooting out instead of going all the way up to the highest peak on the ladder. It looks good though and I'm really glad I did it. We've lived in this house for 1 1/2 years and this is the first time we've had lights. Our house is so festive now. We bought our tree this weekend and decorated it, and now we've got lights on the outside and a pretty red bow on the door. Hooray!

I really am a big huge kid at heart, Christmas and my birthday are the biggest events of the year to me. Every morning when I wake up and walk out the bedroom door I see the Christmas tree and I literally want to hug it. Even if it will stick me with its prickly needles. I want to hug my birthday presents under the tree too. Why are my birhtday presents under my tree?

Because Wednesday is my birthday! I don't think I'm doing anything though. Hubby hasn't mentioned it to me, neither have my parents. That kind of bums me out. I refuse to plan my own birhtday celebration. I hope we at least have dinner or something. I also hope people don't forget like they did last year. Damnit! I just want to be able to celebrate like a kid.

P.S. Happy B-day on Wednesday too Carissa!