Someone wake me- Am I really moving?

Well, some of you know that the last year has been, well, not all that great. I had a little 'set back' in my life and somehow picked up about 7 new, invisible friends! lol  (Inside joke- really!  I was not/am not/will never be schizo- unless, and only unless, it works in my favor in which I just don't see myself in a white, straight jacket.  Maybe if they have different colors to choose from, coordinating accessories and if they let me wear my Antonio Melani heels.  Who knows?  I would definately need variety in my cell closet if it ever came down to me joining my personalities...so...my 7 friends....not real...humor me and play along for God's sake!).  By the way, I like to put the blame of all my bad choices on those 7 peeps of mine. I'm not taking full responsibilty for why we have no furniture, we live like gypsy's, and my kids are turning into savages when the bread is put on the table!  lol jj.  Anyway, so, back to the beginning of my story; I made a few choices on the spur of the moment, which is NOT me. I'm a planner kind of gal and for the first time in my life I was choosing to jump off the deep end!  And into the deep end I went!!  I got rid of almost everything I had (i.e. kid's beds, dressers, washer, dryer, my bedroom set, and the list goes on). What was I thinking??  I wasn't!  So, after leaving the boys and myself with almost nothing, we moved what little was left to a land far, far away- Houston- Sugarland to be exact.  It was all rose petals and butterflies until I was so rudely thrown into reality!  My tiara came off and my princess dress was no longer a beautiful gown.  I was left with a smock that was ripped, exposing my bloomers and left to deal with 'real' children who ate like monsters and refused to clean a dish.  Cinderella?  Yes.  For three months!  I decided to move back home to San Antonio after what seemed to be a nightmare.  Gracie, who in fact is my mother, AND my saving 'Grace', welcomed us home in January 2011.  I was without a job, living with my OCD mother, trying to salvage what was left of me, but we were happy!  That's really what counts, right?  Happiness?  Sure it does.  Well, until you realize you can't just go shopping like you like to.  I was shoe deprived!  Label deprived!  How would I get the stuff I like?  The stuff I want? The stuff I so desperately neeeeed?  Nordstrom and Saks were now just little letters that spelled out YOUCANTAFFORDMEANYMORE!  WalMart doesn't carry Antonio Melani or BCBG!  Crap!  I would have to resort to second hand stores.  :(  Let me just say this;  I wouldn't be caught dead wearing someone else's underwear!  I still stand by that, but clothes?  Man!  You can find some pretty good deals!  Ya, just gotta look!  So, for those of you who have read my blogs and know about my trips to garage sales with Gracie and Keila, this is why!  I was broke and now resorting to brands like White Stag!  (not really). In the mean time, I thought, 'hmm...I could work somewhere at the mall, just until I find a real job, take advantage of the sales, discount and fill my void of labels and more labels'!  Perfect!  I landed a job at Dillard's working the Lancome counter.  I've never done make up before, but this counter was right across the shoe department!  Score!!!  Shoes!  My  void was quickly filled with shopping and eating pretzels from Pretzel Time on a daily basis! I was in heaven!  Except for one thing:  I hadn't worked at a mall since I was fresh out of high school (15 years ago) and I didn't quite remember the 'comfortable' shoe thing!  Ugh!  Flats?  Gross!  How do you make a Lancome smock and black slacks look good with flats?  Ya don't!  Well, some can, but me?  I'm used to wearing heels to work or flip flops out and about.  Not a huge 'flats' person. Anyway,  day one at Dillard's- ouch!  Blisters all over the balls of my feet and talk about sore heels!  My days of walking sexy in heels were gone.  I now was walking like I had something shoved up my rearend!  Not fun!  Day two- realized why women who work retail dress 20 years older than they really are; comfortable shoes are also known as orthopedic shoes.  "I'm not wearing that!"  So, in order to keep my pride, my heels and soreness to a minimum, I would go to the bathroom quite often- just to sit down!  lol  I'd go 'market' our products in the furniture department and pretend I was Goldilocks for a while and 'test' the chairs and beds!  Well, needless to say, Dillards didn't last very long!  Uh!  I really wasn't done buying stuff with my paychecks, but I was done with the embarrasment of wearing the ugly work uniform. Time to make a choice:  heels and walk like sexy again or succumb to orthopedic shoes and give into 70's 50 years early?  There was no thinking to be done- I quit!  But only after I bought about 70 outfits, 30 pairs of shoes and pretzel bites (the combo- it saved me money so I was able to splurge on the necessities). 
So, here you find me, humbled with my new job that doesn't pay half of what I was making at the other job that was slowing killing me. I refer to that job like a SAW movie-  It would be just a matter of time before the ticker would go off and I'd be dead due to the stress!  Bastards!  Tah, it's done.  I got 7 new friends out of it and found myself really, truly happy.  Life is too short.  Live, laugh and love.  One of my favorite phrases!
Fast forward to now.  Jacob, Austin and myself will finally have a home again this weekend!  We are so excited and I cannot wait to 'get back to the way we were' minus the drugs, track marks and alcohol.. Just kidding!  All will be great and I also hope to have my friends and family over for nice dinners and wine!  OMG!  We're gonna have Internet!  (No offense mom, but how dare you keep us in the dark with no internet for soooooo long!) 
Well, this effing post was long.  Moving adventure under way, I'm sure, but for now I'm signing off! xoxo