Ok, so I'm pretty pissed right now.. I split a pair of new jeans right up my thigh. BAH! Not only is that money down the drain, but it's yet another sign from the universe that I probably shouldn't have gotten the mayo and cheese on my sammy. Poo.

But I need to rally my spirit, because I have lots of work to do... I visited the fabric store today and of course bought enough fabric to complete FIVE projects... I haven't even started the first one. I'm a little too ambitious sometimes, but hopefully I'll stick with it in order to get these xmas presents pumped out. I'm like a little elf at my sewing machine! Or at least I will be, once I get off my computer and get to it.

Also on the docket for today: spicy hummus. yum! I'm going to a "naughty or nice" party tonight... I'm going to buck the trend of dressing slutty and I'm going to dress like a little girl in pigtails. One that drinks wine and eats hummus.

Time's a wastin........

Oh, gooooooodness! It's been months and months since my last post. I'm not very good at this I spose. Oh vell. So the last time I blogged, I had just met my lovie lou. Now he's snuggling on the couch next to me (sorry, Chris, but when you're not here, he gets your snuggling space...), chewing on his squirrely's foot. It's truly amazing the pleasure I derive from the simple pleasures and sincere and loving gazes from my pup.

I'm watching "What not to wear" on E!, and I love the part where they take the woman shopping for bras and undies. But I hate the part where they computerize her body measurements... mostly because I fear what I would look like. Poo. My fave part, though, is where they bring in someone as a motivational life coach... it basically makes me tear up every time. I'm trying to let it motivate me. Here's a good nugget to repeat to myself:

"In this life, you can not control how you are perceived. You can only control how you are presented."

I think this is important for me to believe.

Last night was our first night without our new baby:


He's spending a weekend with his grandparents while mommy and daddy go camping to a music festival for the weekend.

The hellish interviews are over now, so it's just a waiting game. Maybe I'll try mind-bending. Oh wait. Shit. I just googled "mind bending" and realized its purpose is to bend one's own mind, not the minds of others. Doh!

On another note, we gorged ourselves on many marvelous cuts of meat last night at Fogo de Chao. Wow, I never thought I would be so ravenous over so much meat, but it truly is a wonderful place! I think I'm still sweating meat, though, so that's maybe not so wonderful. I think I'll also be dreaming about their tres leches cake for a few years to come... How can you go wrong when you soak something in cream, serve it over cream, with whipped cream on top? Yum.

The hell that is an interview. Or five.

So I'm supposed to be "preparing".. of course I'm writing a blog instead. What fun is work if you don't procrastinate too? It's like having beer without peanuts! Or a Saturday without a nap!

I'm preparing to prove myself. To five people. What if they don't like me, you ask? Then I fail again, I reply. I know I shouldn't really spend time and energy in the negative, but I have such anxiety that this won't work out either. Haven't I already proven myself to dozens of people, for a year and a half? That's not the way it works, though. You don't just get recognized and moved on.. you still have to prove yourself before you get to pass go and collect $200.

"Tell me about a time ..." those five words drive me crazy! Not because I don't want to tell you about a time.... but because my telling you about a time has to be formatted and structured with all the "right" elements that you want to hear. Otherwise, well, you know the drill ("do not pass go, yada yada yada)

So I'm here. Preparing. I'll try not to give you too many details. I'll try not to ramble on. I'll try to relay to you examples of a time where I took partners, communicated an action plan, created a contingency, implemented a process, developed a team member. To prove to you that I am ready to deliver the financials for your bottom line.

Just so that my bottom line can have an extra $200.

Have a Guinness for my girl Lauren...

She's trekking in the Himalayas right now, and although I TOLD her she would want her "kiss me I'm irish" t-shirt, I fear she has nothing to wear for St. Patty's day. oh vell. I'm sure she has plenty of other adventures to distract herself.

I started the massive revolution that is spring cleaning today - packed away a boxfull of clothes for the semi-annual clothes swap, and even emptied out TWO DRAWERS for my man when he moves in in May.. That'll be enough, right?!? I'm a little afraid it's not. I'm thinkin it'll take a little more than 2 drawers to help him feel like it's his home too, but he's not a very picky boy so we'll figure something out.

The St. Patricks Day festivities will hopefully begin any minute now. It should be a marvelous night filled with guinness and green as far as the eye can see!