Chookah

Star light, star bright..

have the wish I wish tonght...

On clear nights I look out off the deck, watch the planes circle for take offs and landings and I see the big dipper.

On more than one occasion I wonder to myself, "What does the big dipper hold?  Is it filled with dreams, with hope, with wishes or nothing at all but the blackness of space?".  I guess one could ponder this question forever.

Yes, I do wish on stars but I won't tell you what I wish for.  If I did, my wishes wouldn't come true.

English Language Lesson: Asterisk

As-ter-isk: (n) A star-shaped figure (*) used chiefly to indicate an omission, a reference to a footnote, or anunattested word, sound, or affix.

It's pronounced asss-terrr-issskk, not asterik, asterick, aterisk.

Remember it this way, "I regret that I have but one * (ass to risk) for my country.

Lesson over.

Reasons to pack it in

Here are the reasons why I'm going to bed early tonight:

1. 5:30 wake up call from Sebastian.  (good part: we had some quality snuggle time and when the alarm went off half an hour later he looked at the clock radio and said, "what dat?" and then proceeded to dance on the bed - he's a headbanger at heart, bless his soul).
2. Spilled diet coke on my shirt on the way to work.
3. Put my arm down on my desk only to realize that my black pen had soaked the edge of my sleeve (light pink shirt is now a clothing article fit for only gardening and bumming around the house).
4. Had to walk under a ladder to get out of the building at work (yeah, I know, stupid superstition).
5. Lost a dollar bet with my boss (it's a "har har, I'm right," status thing).
6. Came home to discover a disembowled dog toy in the house and the yard (green stuffing all over the place).

Time for bed.  See y'all on the "flip side".

Complaining.

I work hard, damn hard, and if I have a bad day or something irritates me, I reserve the right to complain about it.

I’m a woman who’s trying very hard to balance a marriage, career, child, step-children and my mental health (prozac martini, anyone?). The Superwoman complex lives within me and as a consequence, I’m frequently disappointed.

You see, despite what “modern culture” says there is no Superwoman. Working Mother, Parents and Martha Stewart are all smoking crack < insert prison joke about MS here >. They have no grasp of my reality.

1. I’m not a CEO who goes to all my kids’ parent-teacher conferences and T-ball games.  I'm a low-level executive who races like a bat out of hell to get to the daycare before it closes. God forbid the daycare workers sell my child to the gypsies because I'm 10 minutes late. And I only see my step-daughters 4 days a month.
2. I don’t have 3 hours to prepare a “quick and healthy” meal for a toddler who demands to eat the SECOND the tiniest hunger pain strikes him (which is usually immediately after we walk through the door) and who will whine and meltdown and scream until I want to claw my eyes from my skull. (Now means now, damnit!)
3. I don’t have a $1500 armoire to turn into a wrapping station and I don't stack firewood in a herringbone pattern. Let’s face it, I don’t give enough gifts or even know enough people to warrant a wrapping station and my fireplace runs on natural gas ;-)

Some days are going to be better than others and I hope to share those days with you.

(but as the sole author of this site, I reserve the right to bitch and moan as much as I want)

So there. :-)

I know that I didn't have this many kids...

I'm not your momma.  Nope, not yours either. That goes for you, too.  You have a momma and I'm not it.  Dude, I'm not OLD enough to be your momma.

General tips for success as an organized adult:

1. get a dayplanner/handheld
2. don't count on me to take notes for you so you can remember what you need to do
3. don't count on me to hold your hand
4. get your own Mountain Dew

Some days, I swear, I'm the most expensive babysitter in Utah.  I need a raise.

Interesting Week

You know it's going to be an interesting week at work when, in the bathroom, you realize that your underwear is on inside-out (but at least I was wearing underwear) and when you go to flush, there is no water because the construction crew down the street broke a water main.

Sigh

Feeling the groove?

I'm not lately.  Thus, my latest absence.

The creative spark in me just isn't there.  I have so much to tell you guys (the tall club, cute bedtime stories, the 4th of July weekend, Lauren's new baby, Jen-A's move to Florida..) but I just don't have the fire this week.

Maybe next week I'll get out from under this mind numbing, spirit-crushing project I've got going on at work and relate some cute/fun stuff for y'all.

I'm offically old

Driving back to work after lunch I caught myself uttering these words as a Honda packed full of the coolest teenage boys cut me off, "damn teenagers".

Yeah, time to pack up any notions of me being a) cool and b) young.

My Evil Twin

Apparently, I have an evil twin.

Every so often I hear, "I saw you at Target and I waved, but you didn't wave back."  Realizing that I wasn't at Target on that day, I realize that my evil twin is roaming the streets.

Just today while at the airport, a man approached me and asked me, "Are you from Boston?"  Uh.. no.  "I thought that I recognized you."

It's not very often that you see a six-foot, slender, red-head so I can see why my evil twin would be mistaken for me.

I just wish my evil twin could help out with my load at work, take notes during meetings and fill in for awkward social engagements.

My cloning project in action!  Bwhahahahaha!

Temporary Insanity

Yes, I have a new microdrive, so pictures will be coming shortly.

Yes, I have new tales to tell (Sebastian's growing vocabulary, our deck with a completely unobstructed view, debating about a bitchy & ranting post about my in-laws, avoiding comments about work, etc.).

BUT

I'm in the middle of a very busy part of my work-life (which I avoid discussing like the plague, cause, let's face it, the DSL bill won't pay itself and I like my job).  I have things to do, meetings to attend, spreadsheets to fill out and my hands to wring.  I'm also working on a stellar crease in between my eyebrows - it builds character right?

I'll be intermittent in my posting for a while (that is, until I reach a "punchy" portion of fatigue where I'll be postsing like mad, avoiding work and being a sassy little shit).

Botox and several glasses of wine, here I come!