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Not dead. Just buried.

It feels like it’s been a million years since I posted last. Which seems to have become a theme ever since I moved back to California. Which is funny – funny sad, not funny ha-ha – because I really thought that one of the things that would happen once I was in California was that I would write constantly. CONSTANTLY. I thought I’d move to California and become a mega-writing-machine. Instead I just work all the time. But I’m not complaining, I’m really not, because I enjoy my job and I like the people I work with and thank goodness I have a job, especially a job I like with people I like. Also, that’s really just an excuse, is what that is. I still make time to watch at least two hours of television every night, so I could be writing, I’m just not. Let’s say I’m on a bit of a hiatus. While I adjust. Still. Still adjusting after nearly four months in El Lay. I am. I take a long time to adjust.

Aaand moving on. Guess what? I got a bike! Mike gave me a bike for Christmas! He gave it to me early so I could start riding it now, and I love it, I really do. I am using the bike as my sole form of transportation and I must say, riding a bike is way more fun than driving. It’s true that my round-trip commute has stretched from thirty minutes to an hour-and-a-half, but what does that matter when I spend it with the wind in my (helmet-covered) hair? Also? Cycling nine miles a day is going to do wonders for my physique.

Speaking of Christmas presents, Christmas is in two weeks and I don’t have a single gift for anyone. Not a thing. There are twenty-five people in my immediate family for whom I need to shop and I have no idea what to get any of them. I’m beginning to get nervous. I hope that next year I have a little more foresight and start my shopping in September, instead of waiting until the last minute like I have done every other year for my entire adult life. Why do I wait until the last minute? Because I’m a procrastinator. I really am. It’s terrible. Yesterday my mom took me and my 14-year-old niece shopping so we could pick out our Christmas presents and you guys, I am getting some awesome stuff for Christmas. But what am I giving? I have no idea. I thought it would be fun to use bakers clay to make my traditional dismembered gingerbread people into Christmas ornaments for my loved ones to enjoy year after year, but when I mentioned the idea to my mom she looked at me like I had frogs jumping out of my mouth and said, “But …. why?”

Because, Mom. It’s AWESOME.

What are you giving your loved ones for Christmas? How early do you start your shopping? Do you have any ideas for me? Because I could really use some help here…