So.. I’m unlocked again.

But before I go any further, I’d like to state the following:

I, Sarah Brown, use this blog for journalistic purposes.  All situations are to be considered strictly fictional, unless you know better.  All persons discussed are to be considered unreal, unless you’ve actually met them.  And unless you were present for the story at hand, don’t assume it’s true.  This is a public site, but the ads and site visits from this site actually accrue revenue, so feel free to visit and bring your friends.

I’ll be quite honest.  I locked the thing down because, in the span of an already emotional and hectic week, I realized coworkers were reading the site.  Some of them management.  Which is fine.. I don’t discuss work on here. (Anymore.) But I am ALWAYS concerned that someone will raise a red flag AGAIN that I have this site.  I’ve done my research; I violate no policies by hosting this site.  And quite frankly, the amount of time coworkers spend READING the site is just as much counter-ammo.

Yesterday, I was in Dillards, ready to get my hair did, and saw my good friend Caroline shoe-shopping.  I plopped myself down next to her and we chatted while she modeled sandals.  I know this sounds stupid, but I love unexpectedly running into people.  It’s one of the little thrills in life.  Like, finding a five dollar bill in your coat from last season.. anyway, I already adore Caroline and we don’t spend enough time together, so this was the high point of my day.

Someone asked me yesterday where I thought I would be at this point in my life.  I hate this question.  Because what I imagined is ALWAYS so much better than reality.  I imagined I’d be a lawyer, working on a partnership in a firm, and I’d be one of those lawyers here in town that are known by last name only. 

“Who’s representing you?”

“Brown.”

“Damn.  She’s a ball-buster.  You’re in good hands.  And she’s hot, too.”

(Okay, so maybe the last part is inappropriate.  But it’s my fantasy.)

So when I confessed this hypothetical “now”, I was told that I’m “not too old” and I should “drop everything and go back to school”.  Yes.  THIS makes sense.  Because, you know, I could just live off my charm (well, technically, I could, but Bryan would be sooooo mad).. and I don’t need to eat (well, technically, I don’t eat that much anyway.. and I sure don’t look like I’ve missed too many meals).. and I don’t need a house (well, technically.. okay, I DO need a house).

Life is a very strong beacon right now.  Buying a house, trying to move ahead, wanting to better our situation.. all of this is weighing very heavily on me right now.  And what really sucks?  I feel like only half of “we” is really working at that.  The other half is buried in school.  (Sarah’s bitch session is officially over.)

Everyone feels like they missed a day this week.  I thought YESTERDAY was Friday, all day long.  Which made today incredibly depressing.. but.. Delle comes home tomorrow!  And Sunday is Easter!

.. where does one buy Easter baskets?