Total Blogger Neglect. Oh, how I have been remiss. (toss hand to forehead in mock despair)

There’s really no excuse that can be made to justify my lack of blogging, but here-goes.. I’m sure as hell gonna try:

Have switched to Blogger by google and can no longer log in at work, and blogger will not let me switch back. If I can’t blog from work, then really, when CAN I blog?
Christmas holidays were busy and stressful…as usual
Moved house to be closer to work no less than 30 days before Christmas and am still not unpacked.
Spent Christmas holidays visiting every single freaking Tom, Dick and Harry to appease all family members. Yeesh!
Am considering the purchase of a professional photography and framing shop in Sussex, NB. Very stressed working on business plan and procuring financing. Worried about moving AGAIN.
Have totally hot boyfriend to hang with outside of work, thus eliminating time to blog seeing as how am not able to blog at work. Man, that burns me. Stupid firewall!

Holiday update:
Caloric intake…(astronomical)
Exercise level…(???)
Weight gain…(lost count)
Alcohol consumption…(higher than normal)
Ass size…(epic proportions)

Yes, that’s right, my holiday-ass has outdone itself this year and reached epic proportions. Thank goodness for stretchy jeans, otherwise I’d be condemned to wearing anything spandex (simply for it’s elastic qualities), which we all know is a no-no for anyone over the age of 12 or outside a gym. My newly rediscovered love of Rum and Coke certainly didn’t help any. I simply must find a drink that doesn’t hold more calories than a doughnut. Mmm doughnuts! Ach, must…stop…thinking…of …food… I’m still burping up the last remnants of Aunt J’s Cherry balls. Damn those were good. Added to this years mix of holiday temptations provided so lovingly by the family, are chocolate covered peanut butter balls, chocolate covered peanut butter balls with cherry inside, lemon squares, shortbread cookies, and of course all the old favourites that one cannot refuse after a fulfilling Christmas dinner of turkey. How I even manage to raise my arm to my mouth after I’ve fallen into a triptophan induced coma from the turkey, is beyond me, and yet, through sheer strength of will, I’m able to lift that last cherry ball so gingerly to my lips for my tasting pleasure.

Happy New Year everyone. What’s your new years resolution? Mine…”just say no…to cherry balls”