Thoughts, stories and pictures of whatever catches my fancy. I'm a single mom, an editor, a public relations manager for a children's museum, a daughter, a friend, a hopeless romantic, and an unrelenting optimist.
The URL? I'm a B-theorist. And yes, you should definitely look it up.
My son just had his first confirmation class.
He accidentally poured his drink from the pitcher of holy water they were going to do an exercise with. And then a little bit later he burst out laughing during a really solemn moment. They were all approaching this new alter thing they made and saying their first and middle names, and he didn’t know his friend’s middle name was Jerome.
We are crying laughing.
Tonight was my girls’ dance recital. They were beautiful.
Today was an awesome day at work.
The event is sold out for tomorrow, and the bathrooms are all fixed.
I should be elated. I was for most of the day. But in the quiet now, I’m not. Why doesn’t this get easier? What if it never does? How long can I possibly survive without being held?
I feel stupid for ending a good day in tears. I know I’m overtired. I should just go to sleep.
Last night, as I was driving Pipsqueak from dance recital rehearsal to Literacy Night at her elementary school, we were talking about the snow. She brought up that she has always wanted to spray paint it, and I told her we’d have to get a special non-toxic one if we did that, not regular spray paint. She digested that for a second then said that she also had always wanted to throw a bucketful of water into the air on a very cold day and watch it freeze mid-air. “It’s on my bucket list,” she said.
Now, she’s super smart, so I immediately assumed she was making a pun. “Oh, so your actual bucket bucket list?” I said.
I could tell by the slightest pause before she said “yes” that she wasn’t following me. Which means she probably thinks your bucket list items must each include an actual bucket. I didn’t have the heart to correct her. Her college roommate or fiancé or someone will, right?
I do think requiring the incorporation of an actual bucket into each bucket list idea makes it much more interesting and challenging.
I’m still up editing.
I have 225 people coming to a mansion for an event on Saturday and was told tonight 6 of the 9 bathrooms aren’t working because the flaky manager forgot to check them weeks ago.
I need to track down Board Members and haul in a plumber tomorrow to fix this mess. And I will. I just killed it on the phone with her at 9, she was shaking and babbling like baby. I was silent for most of the call, and then told her very firmly that in no uncertain terms they were being held to the contract and this would be remedied tomorrow and if that doesn’t happen, there will never be an event there again. Period. It’s a threat you can only make if she knows you can make it happen. I’m pretty sure I actually heard her shit her pants. I’m an incredibly caring and giving person. This fundraiser is of course for a not for profit. I will help anyone with anything. But God help you if you blow something off and are reckless with something I care about and you’ve committed to. I will eat you alive. In the town square. My kids were cheering me when I hung up the phone and walked out of my bedroom tonight.
I just took a BuzzFeed quiz to determine which Rory Gilmore I am.
I got Needs to Eat at Luke’s Rory.
I received a couple of these. Thanks, luzisynn and old-salty-chip!
1) I’m super sleep deprived lately. There aren’t enough hours in the day - I’m stretched too thin (which unfortunately isn’t literal).
2) I have a giant heart. It’s basically nearly all of me. I love my kids, my family, my friends, and I love love. I’m sad I haven’t found the person who loves me back and is willing to be all in with me. I’m tired of conflicting advice to stop looking for it it will come to me and to put myself out there. What? Why all these hoops? I just want to find someone to share my life with and make happy. The end.
3) Oooh and I mostly love my job. Except the compensation part. But I love both the flexibility and the meaningfulness of it. That I can really be a great PR person because it’s all amazing stuff to tell. And I love it because it’s a super exciting time for us right now.
4) I live in the house I grew up in. I bought it from my parents in 2003.
5) My dad passed away 5 years ago. I miss him very much.
Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary (via liquidnight)
Another first date tonight.
I like him. But he was definitely better looking than me. He won’t call, I’m quite certain.
The dad date guy asked me out again via email during the date. An art gallery event. Sounds fun. And the firefighter lawyer. Trying to decide when we can go out again.
Sounds plentiful and awesome, no? No. This is my own personal hell. How does one commit themself to the life they never wanted? Answer: because it seems to be the only stray path to get to where you want to go.