Butcher? Baker? Candlestick Maker?

Trying to decide what to do when I grow up...  I feel as though I have a second chance, but what to do??  After 10 years with S****, I really NEED to find my passion again.  Is it party planning?  Writing?  Beach bumming????  Yikes and Yay, all at once...
I feel I need to use my talents/gifts/madskilz ~ but what exactly are they?  Thinking I need to put together an e-mail to several close friends asking what THEY think my strengths are.  Or not ~ will I love/hate the answer?  What if they don't know?  I surround myself with amazing women, if they don't know who would?  Me?  Toomuchpressure...
Have been having a blast lately, though!  Am tanned and relaxed for the first time in 10 years.  Have been boating, gone to concerts, cleaning and organizing the house ~ heading to Cali and a lake house later this month.  Much needed rest/relaxation/sharpeningtheblade, needed for years (neverEVER go 10 years without a proper vacation, btw).
What's next?  Let you know when I know (to be continued)...
P.S. ~ feel like that should have ended with that 'dun dun duuunnn' sound

New Start. Seriously!

So ~ actually logged my working hours for the past month.  Am horrified!  84 one week, 73 another, 81 & 67 rounded it out.  wth?  I've have started job hunting/searching ~ no small wonder I have had no real life to speak of for the past couple of years...  Completely on me, though ~ some of my teammates barely put in 35-40.  No idea how they do that AND keep their customers happy?  But enough of that ~
Am excited to have friends here this week (only with me for the weekend, then off to their nearby resort) and plenty of plans for the month of July.  Time to get a life my life back.

Ugh

Have you ever had a really rough day/week/month/year and thought, "Crap!  That sucked!"?  AND THEN REALLY had a rough day/week/month/year and thought, "Now this?  Is an actual shitstorm!"?  Welcometomyshitstorm...
Completely work related, nothing else, though sadly, I've worked so much the passed 3 years I don't have much else.  Pity?  Party of one?
So glad Bestie & her hubs are here this weekend ~ need some fun, nonalcoholic type.  Well...  Maybe just 1 drink (or 7?).

Great (re)start!

Woo Hoo ~ 2 days in a row...  What a week/month at work ~ this weekend is the annual Chaine dinner for the scholarship fund.  Unlike last year, I won't be working 30+hours over the weekend (just 12), as my sis and fam will be here at the beach for my gorgeous niece's cheer competition.  Very excited to FINALLY see her compete!  Even more excited for them to see all the new furniture!
Next weekend the Bestie+hubby will be here for his softball tourney ~ am looking forward to that as well.  Totally reminiscing about watching at the old airbase fields ~ an ex played for the USAF team and we were here often for games/tournaments.  Fond memories.  Speaking of that ex ~ he's baaaaaacccck!  Not that way, of course ~ I believe going back to an ex is like going to a garage sale and buying your own stuff.  Whywouldyou?  Tracked me down via something called 'mylife' and then fb.  Shockedthehellouttame!  We've caught up, I was sooooo in love with him back then ~ and now, NOW, he tells me he believes I was 'the one'.  wth??  I've GOT TO fix my lovelife Karma, and S O O N!
Bestie is hoping I will watch/meet/fallinlove with one of the guys playing on the hub's team and will immediately head back to Charleston.  I am hoping to win the lottery tomorrow night...

Holy Crap! aka wtf?

It's been a year?  An entire year?  Since I last wrote?  That explains my desire NEED of adult beverages!  No creative outlet = my thinking shots named 'chocolate cake', 'perfect pussy' and 'buttery nipple' were a good idea last Friday night ~ at the infamous AB's 31st b-day get together.  Ouch for the remainder of the work-filled weekend! 
So, in my world, this is a new year!  I will date (totally forgot to do that last 12 months), I will work LESS THAN 60 hours per week, I will have fun and travel and not shop for anything other than a house.  Those are my resolutions.  Mostly.  Starting now-ish.
I DID "run" the 1/2 marathon in Vegas in December.  If we use 'run' in the loosest possible meaning, or (how it really happened) I ran for 6 miles, power-walked for 1.3 after that, then walked/hobbled/crawled the remaining distance ~ which totalled 13.6 miles vs the promised 13.1 (that .5 REALLY did me in), as someone had mismarked the course.  I cried, actual huge/real/alligatoresque tears, the last mile+.  Because it had started to rain.  In other words, if you ever want to completely ruin a vacation, run a marathon or any portion of one.  Ugh and ouchie!  Poor D had to listen to me whine for the 4 hour ride back to Cali.  So glad I wasn't her, as I was actually a pain in my OWN ass!
The vaca part was good, up until Sunday evening.  It was NFR AND the Country Music Awards were in town.  And I won some money.  Because D made me gamble.  My idea of gambling is hoping they have my size at a shoe sale.  So I had to do something great with the moolah.  Like shop.  For a new fur coat.  And the fancypants new luggage needed to get gorgeous aforementioned coat back to Myrtle Beach.  Where fur coats are NEVER needed.  We had winter this year ~ it was on a Wednesday, if I recall...