one busy girl.

i have been so busy lately. planning my friend's bachelorette party and preparing for her wedding. helping my mom sell her house, pack it up, and figure out plans to prepare the new condo. i'm also trying to get back into the habit of working out. and i'm working lots of hours. all while making a real effort to go to bed earlier every night. exhaustion and i don't work well together.

if i'm not making a "miss bachelorette" sash, i'm sorting through my old barbies or making a birthday present for my friend because i can't afford to buy her one. good thing i'm crafty.

but quite frankly, i'm getting overwhelmed. here's why:

the bachelorette party. the planning of it has fallen onto me and one other bridesmaid. where's the matron of honor? where's the sister of the bride? who knows?! i've had to go shopping for naughty party favors, help with invitations, plan the games, make the sash, find panties that convey something about me, and bake a penis cake. not only that, but this bachelorette party is going on for 2 full days! i should really be calling it the bachelorette weekend.

the house/condo transition. while i'm ecstatic about the house selling, the timing couldn't possibly be worse. it really couldn't. the closing date on the condo is november 10th, the day before the wedding - the day of the rehearsal dinner and the day we decorate the hall. it's also the last day i can starve myself to fit into that dress. and it seems that i will be the only daughter/packer/cleaner/painter/lifter of heavier things available to help during all of this, as one sister lives across the country, and the other will be out of the country. oy.

the size of my ass. it's big. and it's gotta stop. i did really well a few months ago, i was working out everyday, eating really healthy, and then i stopped. and all of the big butted-ness that i had lost came back. so now i've got to start all over. which means i gotta get off my ass, put down the chocolate, and get on that treadmill.

my job/finances. i decided to stay at my current job as a robot through the year. which means i need to work some serious overtime if there's ever hope of paying off my credit card and moving out. it means staying late everyday and coming in on the weekends. you know, after i've sorted through all of the fashion plates and cabbage patch dolls.

it overwhelms me just writing it all down. it's probably best that i'm so busy. otherwise i'd have time to stop and think about the fact that november 26th is the last day that i'm ever going to be in the house that i grew up in.

i really need some chocolate.