Manic Monday

My thought process is out of control. I think of idea, get really excited about it, think of the work involved, life happens, forget about idea, remember idea, get excited, forget about idea and occasionally act, but rarely.

Example:

People say my daughter is cute, better than the Gerber baby some say, I think my daughter is cute, damn college costs a lot..............

She could be a baby model! None of that pageant shit, just print work. We all gotta do our part to get her into Harvard. Where the hell are those smart baby flash cards??

What was I doing??

I love butterflies. When I open my luxury goods for the home store I am definitely going to have one in the logo, yup, definitely.

I need to spell check this thing....

I already posted today, I should have saved this for tomorrow....nah, then my title wouldn't work, and it makes me laugh.

I have that song stuck in my head now.

I love that kid. What if the snobby model people reject her??? Can I handle that?

NO.

Is this a good idea? I need a drink. Water, vodka, I gotta be equal opportunity here!




*Yes, I know it is Tuesday, but I got a bit of food poisoning last night...it is as fun as it sounds.

Yes, I have a problem.

I don't want to discuss books again, but I have to. I have a real problem! When I got pregnant I decided that finances had to buckle down, blah, blah, blah. What this meant in my everyday life was no more Starbucks and no more Barnes & Nobles. I even restricted myself going to the best used book store ever. I can't deny myself when it comes to books. I am a book junky.

A couple weeks ago my fellow friend in books called to say that our favorite used book store, the store where we planned to take our children, the store where everyone knows our name (and reading preferences) was closing. The bastard! Only thinking of himself, moving to N. Carolina for the betterment of his family, the nerve. Needless to say I swooped in there and bought a ton of books. They are all half off, they are practically being given away. That was a couple weeks ago.

This weekend I went to B&N.......twice. I don't think my husband realizes the magnitude of my problem. I don't allow myself to go to the full price aisles anymore, only the sale books, but there are so many. I walked away with 3 books and that was using restraint.

The real problem lies in the fact that as soon as I get this "great new book" I want to read it right away, which is not going to happen. So I am all set for the next couple months, if anyone needs a good book to borrow I am so here for you!

(yeah, yeah, I know I promised book reviews, they are coming, I promise.......as soon as I finish this other book)

These are a few of my favorite things

Damn Sound of Music song stuck in my head....

I love to travel.
This has probably been one of the hardest things to let go of since getting married, having a baby, putting down roots. I chose to live in the same city as my parents because I wanted to have a tight nuclear family, I grew up with my grandparents and loved it and I want the same for my kids.

With that said, I get extremely stir crazy. I love being in different cultures, learning new things and seeing history live. I have learned the most about myself when traveling. Being a fish out of water lets you see what is important and what is trivial.

I love to read.
This is my saving grace. Historical fiction or a topic relating to something I am going through at the moment are my favorites. Reading allows me to mentally travel. When I was pregnant my favorite weekend activity was to read through a whole book. Any problems are forgotten and suddenly I can be in an exotic locale.

I need to make a more concentrated effort to set aside time to read. In the past couple months I have been better. I love seeing what other people are reading, I am hoping to start reviewing books in the next couple days.

I love my friends and family.
I'm coming to NY people!!! I have been blessed to pick up friends throughout my life. These women are an amazing, brilliant and beautiful group. Because I live in Miami with the lure of palm trees I see them on a regular basis but even without seeing them I know they are always here.

I don't exactly know where this post is going and I don't like the way it is set up (it is always so much better in my head).
What are you guys reading?
What is the best place you have travelled to? (My answer is the island of Capri, just off of Naples, Italy. Damn those Italians do it right!).

In case you were wondering

I don't know why I feel the need to share the following but I do:

I have just pumped an ounce of breast milk onto my pants.

This is a tragedy for several reasons.

1. Each drop of that milk is very hard to come by.
2. I am wearing very light khaki pants.
3. I have to pee very badly so I will have to step out my office door very soon and be seen by the rest of my office and then anyone else I might encounter on the long walk to the bathroom.
4. I smell like breast milk now.
5. Did you know breast milk is very sticky when it dries??

OK, I am off now to make a bigger mess in attempt to clean the current mess, toodles.

We went to a wedding this weekend, by ourselves. This is the first time since the baby was born that I really relaxed, didn't worry about the baby (she was with my mom) and had fun.

Yes, there were drinks involved. Yes, it was more than one. I looked at my husband and I saw the face that I dated. Before we were married, before we had the muffin our only job was to make each other happy. In his face it was just happiness. There was no strain of earning a living, of finishing grad school, of being the "perfect" parent and husband.

Needless to say it was great. So if you are having a wedding make sure you invite us, we'll be the smiling drinkers in the back.

Is there a patch for the internet?

I'm addicted. There is this whole new world that I have found and it has no limits. I click on one persons page and read it, read it, read it, read it. I have gotten to the point (over and over again) where I cannot find the original blog that inspired me to read the rest. This is getting in the way of my "real life".

I love to read, always have but it is getting a little out of control. Reading bogs in combination with trying to master other websites to be able to link into this website with trying to figure out how the hell to put up a masthead, this is turning into a full time job..... don't I already have one of those. Just like everything else I suppose I need balance, but I never was very good at that. I tend to be all or nothing.

What are your favorite pages (any type)?

This weekend we went to a dinner party where inevitably there was a point in time where the women were all left alone (to knit or something equally hard). As soon as the last man had closed the door all these women started talking about which one had the biggest loser for a husband/ boyfriend.

I am very competitive by nature, I always want to win, but in this case I didn't even want to play. I am all for bitching with friends but I never talk about my real personal problems with people I don't know. Is this just me? I have had problems in the past with bottling emotions and feelings but I do think that discretion should be exercised, at least sometimes by (most) people.

I have so much more to say on this issue but am censoring myself. Old habits die hard. I still have to reconcile the fact that what I say on here could bite me in the ass. How do you as bloggers/ writers divide your life up?