- Figure out a packing plan.
I don’t know what the next few months will bring, but after reviewing all options I’m slapped in the face with the fact that it is time to start packing. Either I’m relocating with my job hence the need to pack, relocating without my job hence the need to pack, or staying here…which means Jeff will move here…which means I need a bigger place hence the need to pack. I hate packing. HATE.

- Detox.
I’m sluggish and generally feeling bleh. Doing a raw detox worked wonders last time I was feeling like this and continued right up to the time where I started to eat meat again. I think I should take that as a clue and go back to what was working. (and get off the steroids – that will also help tremendously.

- Drink more water.
I was backsliding before War and now after War my water intake isn’t even close to what it should be.

- Laundry.
I was the slacker that didn’t even bother to start unloading her car from War until this weekend. So while most people are either finished or on the tail end of the laundry pile… I? have just started. And as it gets clean it either gets repacked for Lillies or just gets packed.

- Spend more time here.
Contrary to what you might believe, I do actually miss this space. I miss reading friend’s blogs. I miss the life I had when work was just that thing that took up 14 hours of my day instead of the reality of now where I don’t do anything other than work and send Sarah and Jeff snarky emails.

- Spend quality time with my TiVo.
Yeah. I’m actually going to have some schedule some time with my TiVo. I’m running pretty close to full after over a week away. It may even be time to invest in the gadget that allows me to watch my recordings from my laptop that way I can take my TiVo with me when I find myself sleeping at the office.

- Post War analysis.
I have lists that I need to finish. Notes on GNO to add to the file. A Projects list. A things to buy list. I have to figure out what to bribe Bellringer with so he will fix my tent. I have to check on the status of my paella pan set up. New Garb lists. Repair lists. My lists of lists continues to grow… oh and I have to write my post War post. Which you would think wouldn’t be difficult, but you would be wrong.

- New glasses/contacts.
One or the other. But I need to decide soon. Plus figure out how in the hell my new vision plan works.

Okay after the amazing amount of flack I got at War for slacking, I am going to try and make a more concerted effort to update this thing. Try. Really though I am blogging… just not here and not publicly. Sometime in December, Jeff and I created a private blog just for the 2 of us. We have a a lot of catching up to do and we both communicate better by nonverbal means. So we blog. And we send each other songs. And virtual growing flower pots. And it is pathetic. And you really don’t want to be subjected to it.

But first things first -

Dear Baroness Dana,

I was informed last week at War that I have been remiss in my duties and am due a proper outright scolding. I failed to get your phone number while at War and profusely beg your forgiveness. I hope this following post answers any questions you have. If not, please ask and I will strive to further correct the injustice I have caused.

Love,

Sabine

So to cover the highlights before we get to the mandatory War post.

- Yes. Engaged. Me.

I know it might come as shock to about 99% of the population that I managed to get myself tangled up with a guy enough that there is now a ring involved. But hey, wonders never cease.

- Yes. It is Jeff, TheEx from OhSoLongAgo… TheEx from Mexico

- Yes. The proposal was a bit untraditional… but perfect when you consider the parties involved. I mean “Put the damn ring on before I throw you off this damn cliff” isn’t exactly what every girl desires to hear… but it made my heart go all mushy.

- No. I’m not moving back to Mexico. He will come to me. Wherever that ends up being.

- Yes. There is going to be an actual real live wedding. Probably sometime next spring. And yes, everyone will be invited. Unless I get fed up with the supreme effort of planning, then all of you might just get a text message from Vegas.

- Yes. I’m still adjusting.

- Yes. We did go about this a little backwards. I understand that getting back together with your Ex after 10 years of being mostly apart doesn’t normally get kicked off with a proposal. But apparently both TheFiancée and I have the same brand of crazy cause it makes sense to us (crazy sense, but sense).

The road isn’t totally covered in roses and sunshine. We are discovering that both of us have picked up some bad habits in our years apart… and that some of the quirks that irked us previously haven’t magically disappeared as we once hoped.

I’m still one that panics at the thought of total commitment, and when he describes our love he uses words like destiny and eternity. His life is an open book, and I work too hard to compartmentalize too many aspects of my life. I work off a schedule, a plan, and half a dozen to do lists, and he still the most laid back man I’ve ever met. He knows exactly what he wants from life and me. I don’t know what I want for dinner. But he is the man that has never once asked me to make a food decision. He is the only man I know that can actually pull off ordering for me in a restaurant. And he is the man that will paddle me down the river when my arms get tired and I get cranky. He sleeps like the dead and never notices my fidgeting. He tolerates my books and even remembers the name of my “bathtub book” author. He pretends not to enjoy my need to enrich his life with more culture than he can at times handle. And when I look into his eyes, I see a quiet confidence and a cool assertiveness that can make me forget to breathe.*

He is the only man I’ve ever loved. And I think he may be the only man capable of loving me just as I am. And if we can’t make it work then I’m fairly certain I’m just a lost cause.

Other than that not much is new in my world as long as you have stayed caught up on your current events. Cause if you do then you already know the current state of my chosen industry and hence the reason why I’m still living in Hell. Although the idea has recently surfaced that maybe it is time for a career change, I’m having an incredibly hard time giving up on that stable paycheck that supports in the ways I have become accustomed to.

And I promise that I’m working on a War post…

_{* and yes, he can quote Poe.}