I really don't have an excuse

Maybe I'm overwhelmed? Trying to blog about a two week vacation, a birthday and a Halloween outing is just too much for me right now. All I can say is, all three were fantastic good times.

Argentina is a beautiful country filled with real natural wonders. The food was much better than I could have imagined and my only regret is that we couldn't stay longer. We loaded our suitcases up with as much wine and dulce de leche as we could carry and have only touched one bottle of Malbec. Looking forward to another!

The highlight of my trip is still a toss up between hiking along Perito Moreno glacier and walking with penguins. Both took my breath away. Both made me so grateful I was one of few who would get to experience it. Although we were up by 7:00 a.m practically every morning, I consider it one of the best vacations I've had. Next one however will involve lots of laying around doing nothing.

Last Thursday was my birthday. The big 33. Eh, what did I expect right? I find I'm always a bit disappointed on my birthday. It's always anticlimactic somehow and I usually end up crying for no reason. It's just me and I have to accept it. All of my friends called me and Hubbie offered to take me to dinner. He brought home flowers and a HUGE bat balloon. (I love bats.) But I still had a case of the ho hums. That is until Hubbie dragged me out to our local watering hole, where we met up with some friends and had some drinks. I was glad I got out of the house, (besides going to work,) even if it was just for a cocktail or two.

One of these years I swear I'll get by without crying. It's been this way since High School. I'm always gripped with a terror of getting older. A fear that I'm wasting time and I should be something or be somewhere else by now. And worst of all, the whole facing death part. I know that sounds extreme for a 33 year old, but I've been thinking about death since a child. And with every year, it becomes more and more of a reality. When I think long and hard about it, I wonder if it's actually death, or old age that gives me the willies. Combination of both maybe?

MOVING ALONG.

The real excitement came Saturday night where, unbeknownst to me, Hubbie had rented a limo to shuttle all of our friends out for a Halloween night. We were all in costume and headed to a whiskey bar downtown. It's actually a really great place and I plan on going back again when it's not filled with holiday revelers. Check it out if you live in the hood.

I'm not gonna lie. Coming back to work blows wad. To go from the wild blue yonder to sitting at a desk for ten hours straight really stinks. It's going to take me some time to get used to it again. My attention span is all over the place and my motivation level is, well, zilch. Hope to get back in the swing of things before the holidays.

Geez, can you believe it's almost November???!!!!