Long Life Good Life

It has been a long time since I've posted. I'll read something or do something that will make me want to post again. However, most of the time, I think of all of the other things I want or can do other than what I like doing.
So, I'm sitting here on a pillow in my bedroom in Westport, CT, my daughter is sleeping, my husband is out reading in the living room, and I can hear the sound of Amy Winehouse singing about her love of weed. While the Jerri of 36 totally disapproves of what the song is about, the Jerri of 21 would love to sit and enjoy the spaced out feeling of being high. But, I know that I could never go back t being that fat, pot smoking, 7-Eleven pastry eating girl I was some 15 years ago. Man, it feels like a lifetime ago when I was sitting up in my apartment in Columbus, Ohio smoking dope and eating half/priced croissants with my friend Tom. At the time he was an active bulimic and it was some craziness. I was such a wacky fag hag. Oh, I'm waxing poetic. Not really, but I'm so surprised that I lived through my 20s. Now, I'm sitting here in CT, I have a job I adore, a family that rocks and friends that I'm growing fonder of on a daily basis. Life twists and turns and shapes itself into exactly what it should be.
A new week is starting here are some of the things I have to do.
1. Pick up tax forms.
2. File tax forms.
3. Get to my Greysheet meeting on Tuesday.
4. Go to Mary Kay Unit meeting on Tuesday (busy night).
5. Submit YMCA application forms for Catherine's summer camp.
6. Book 3 Mary Kay events.
7. File all of my receipts.
8. Get in bed by 10:30 every night.
Speaking of which, it's almost 10:30 now. I have to wash my face, brush my teeth and crawl into bed. Feels so god to be sleep.
JCG