Ozark National Forest near Blanchard Springs Caverns.
This week has been pretty interesting. Tuesday something happened that set a ball rolling that really needed to be rolled. Big changes. Good changes. I’m quite excited about the changes, actually.
Yes, I am being cryptic. I have to be until the rest of the details are ironed out. But that is why I’ve been so quiet the past few days. This has been keeping me pretty busy. It took top priority out of nowhere, and has occupied my mind a lot ever since.
(Before you ask, no, I am not pregnant.)
I haven’t finished the podcast – I will tomorrow night. The homework must come first.
More details to follow when the time is right. I just had to record the moment for the future.
8 replies on “Changes, Changes, Changes…”
Gosh, I wish I hadn’t read this, now I’m curious!
Yep – you’ve effectively piqued my interest too!
Okay Mystery woman, what’s up? You dropping out of school to become a celebrated photographer? Selling your house and moving to Austin? Decided to remodel the bathroom over the winter break? What? The suspense is killing me!
I’ll hazard a few guesses – you’re moving to Philadelphia? the mother ship has landed and you’re going home? you’re getting a tattoo of a giant rubber chicken on your ass?
No? None of those?
Funny. Pregnancy was the first thing I thought of.
You’ve piqued my interest, too. And no Philidelphia. Boston. You’re moving to Boston, right? 😉
Okay Sister. Spill it.
I wish I was going to suddenly become a celebrated photographer. I do have plans in the works that are photography related, but that is not what this post is about.
Not moving any place either. I have to admit, of the places listed so far, Boston? Number 1. Or the cute 1920s Bungalow in the Houston Heights that I saw online today.
The bathroom and kitchen both need a remodel. I don’t do ladders, so the bathroom is going to require hired help for the huge cathedral ceiling in there.
I can’t spill it yet. I will soon.
And no tattoos. I don’t do tattoos. If I did, it would be the flaming ball of yarn with the knitting needles like Julia and Staci. No rubber chickens. *snort*