Monthly Archives: August 2011
Heck yes, I work
Holy cow, you guys.
I had no idea how hard it was to entertain and have a full time job.
Seriously, tough.
And it’s not like I wasn’t working full time before — but now that I’m physically out of the house — I just realized I was taking a lot of tips for granted.
I didn’t bring food to the last bocce game because I got back into town an hour into the first game.
There was no time for thoughtful snack curation.
Even less time for food styling or illustration.
Frack.
Rather than make me disillusioned, this steels my resolve for tucking more social and fun moments in and around work, family and that endless administration that is home care.
Because we just don’t have time to print all that stuff out.
We just don’t have the money to buy stuff to store and we only pull out once a year.
We just don’t.
So we figure out how to work it into our weeks.
Cram it into the special moments that allow us to connect with — to host our people.
More entertaining tips — TIME SAVING entertaining tips — to come in the weeks ahead — thanks for your patience while I sort it all out!
Muscles of ego
With all of these
feelings
out there on the internet
and all of these
feelings
getting hurt
with one silly comment or brush off or slight.
I see our ego muscles getting stronger and stronger.
As our physical muscles get weaker and weaker.
We can fend off the worst written,
angry,
personal attack but we are
weak and
vulnerable and
really likely to get really ill.
But our antidepressants and anti anxiety drugs shall keep our ego strong.
And boy, that strong ego comes into play for…
uh… I’m not sure what that comes into play.
I should probably start working out again.
Grin.
Commute
What I love about my commute
is that it’s my time alone.
But I really, really, miss them too.
The whole lot.
When I was three
My grandpa bought me an orange typewriter.
I type and type and type.
The ink is purple.
My mom tells me over and over
I called it a type-a-writer.
She loves that story.
Type-a-writer.
My grandpa smells like cigars.
My grandma smells like Jean Nate.
I was often grumpy and frustrated.
That’s the worst part about being three.
I knew that other people were making choices that I couldn’t.
And now I know,
Now I (k)now,
I get to make the most choices
now.
As I age, I get to make fewer and fewer choices.
So I’d better make these count.
No pressure.
I just want to make sure that I get the most out of this choice party.
Wouldn’t that be fun? A choice party? Where you bring the top five choices you’re trying to make and get input from your besties over some ginger ale and maybe rum and some Choice USDA beef? What would your top choices on your mind be? Would just writing them down answer them for you?
