I know it's been a while. I mean, NKOTB didn't hit me SO hard I've not been able to visit my friend, Typepad. Truth be known, I've been bogged down by the thought of blogging. Not because I don't enjoy it...because I do (and I better, seems this will likely be a job requirement soon). But it's like when you start to give your friend a call to say 'hi' and then realize you've got nothing new to offer to the conversation. I do that all the time. Then you spend 20 awkward minutes fighting the potential for dead air & you feel pressure to give up some sweet new details, or major drama, of your life, so your girl on the other end doesn't think to herself, "Damn, that was a waste of time". OK, maybe you can't relate to that scenario. I do it all the time. That's kinda where I feel I'm at with this blogging thing.
Maybe I don't have enough drama, or anecdotes on a daily-even weekly-basis to share with you. My days are pretty set in stone-I wake up, take care of a 14 month old while rushing around, go to work & rush around for 8 hours, come home, rush around w/ dinner, cleanup, bath time, bottle time, Backyardigans time, and bed time. Collapse into my own bed or pass out on the couch watching some lame realty show , then do it all again the next day. Leaves little to blog about.
But everyone else that blogs does it, so I guess so can I. Like it or not, here are some little life nuggets from the last week that you could likely care less about.
1. I "celebrated" a birthday. I use celebrate loosely b/c it really came at an awful time for me. Stressful work week, baby that didn't want to sleep all night, and some major expenses were enough to keep me crabby. But it came, and it passed, like all birthdays do .
2. In honor of my natal anniversary, I spent 2 mornings in a row last week leaving home early (without seeing Scarlett) to sit at the damn DMV and get tags and a license. It took 2 separate visits. And more cash than my current 401K is worth, I think.
3. Someone at work asked how old I was, and since I'm honest, I told her the truth. Her response: Welcome to Middle Age. Wait,what? What The ...? Yes, she is probably a decade (at least) older than me, and I was looking for the joke in it, but she was serious. That set me off for the rest of the day. Oh-my response to her..."Middle Age, like the Middle Class, doesn't exist anymore". yeah, really stuck it to her, didn't I? I think I then ran into the green room and cried.
4. I didn't need the co-workers comment to realize that I need to get serious about retaining whatever threads of youth I may still possess. After asking around & doing some major online searching, I am now the proud owner of $100 in anti-aging concoctions from various stores. I have masks, a.m. creams, midday creams, p.m. creams, 3 different kinds of eye creams (crows feet creams, under eye cream, brightening cream) and one all-over body cream. What can I say? Like Oil Of Olay, I intend to fight old age every step of the way. Risky business, seeing as how I have a skin disorder that has, in the past, kept me from putting anything on my face that wasn't prescribed. But what choice do I have? I already have a million fine lines around my eyes. Some call them "smile lines" I call them crap. I've been using my recipe for youth for a week now and my skin hasn't freaked out on me for using this stuff-but it sure hasn't turned back any hands of time-yet.
5. One happy constant in my life is my daughter. And this week, she's entertained me with 2 new words....hot and kitty. Kinda. She's got 'hot' down pat. And she's like a battery operated toy that's stuck on one speed. hot, hot, hot. waffles are hot. coffee is hot. her milk is hot. a piece of fruit is hot. everything in the world is hot-she even said daddy was hot. No Electra complex there, right? :) Kitty sounds more like "keeet" and I don't think anyone else would recognize it as an actual word. But I'm her mommy and I'm anxious for her to talk (Dear God, help me)...so if I want to think she's saying kitty, then she is, damn it.
That's all I got. Told ya I had nothing of substance to report. But I'll try to be a better blogger in my spare time-when I'm not slathering my skin in a desperate attempt to stay young!
First, I just want to say I have a very boring life. Yet I blog. And I Facebook. Guess if I were exciting, I'd Twitter.
Second, wait until your daughter says some boy is "hot" or asks if she is "hot." Yeah, that teaches me to have Amara listening to Justin Timberlake at age 3.
Posted by: Mom2Amara | October 15, 2008 at 09:37 PM