Saturday, March 2, 2013


I decided I need a vacation.

When I was younger, I very much disliked going on vacation for more than 2 days.

I missed my house.

I missed my friends.

and I missed my life.

Now, what I wouldn't do for a free trip to just Idaho or Vegas. The Guide Dog Puppy that we finished raising in December, is currently waiting for his new blind "partner", so we might get a short, mini, drive-up to-Oregon-and-back-in-3-days vacation... but we don't know until about 1 1/2 weeks before.


Next week is spring break. (I know, early, right?)

I need a vacation.

I decided 2 days next week, I'm just not doing anything. And by anything, I mean anything for work.

I'm shutting off my phone... (okay, I lie. I can't shut off my phone. I would be lost.)

I'm not getting dressed until 11 am.

and I'm not thinking about work.

That is my resolve!

(Unless they call me and they really need me and I have the chance to earn extra money because I just had my car fixed and it was really expensive and car places make me angry.)