Hair Scare

Tonight at dinner my one of my clients was describing a crusty old co worker of his that had very scary, wiry chest hair that sprang tentacle like from his shirt. I know you know the type.. the medusa like hair that has a life of it's own and jumps out at you like a wooly mammoth from below. I also know you are probably thinking, 1) What an odd conversation to have at a business dinner and 2) Eyew! I am with you, but it did get me thinking about weird hair.

Case in point.. whenever you stay in a hotel, why is there always some random, weird hair lurking in the shower? Creepy. Reminds me of a condo my friend S and I once rented. Our landlord was a local tv personality and rather, um, hirsute. Anyway, there was this hair of his that was permanently stuck in the grout of our shower that we couldn't get out for the life of us. VERY creepy! At least we knew where it came from.

The other random thing about hair that I have to spout about it is the weird stuff that pregnancy does to your hair that nobody tells you about. One cool side effect was that my leg hair totally stopped growing. Not that it's a big deal since I'm blond, but still, I have to say that it was nice to not have to navigate my girth to shave! The other freaky after effect is the hair loss. I'd heard about it but it still freaked me out when I started shedding like a cat in spring.. hair EVERYWHERE. Big ol hunks coming out. It's like, gee, mother nature, not enough that I have to deal with the post partum moods, hormonal sweats etc etc.. but now I'm losing my hair?! I think it's mother nature's way of making you cut your hair so that when your baby gets the grab reflex going you've hacked off your locks in desperation.

I hope I haven't throroughly grossed you out at this point.. just the random thoughts of a tired brain.

Fun in Faketown

Had a fun evening tonight with my dear friend B. I'm in FL on business so it was a great opportunity to see a great girlfriend and have a fun evening sans bebe guilt free! She took me to this beautiful new outdoor mall near her home. I call them fake towns because they simulate a main street with shops and outdoor cafes.. they are truly a marvel to behold, especially as they spring up on former ranch, prairie and otherwise barren land. This was, by far, the best fake town I've been to. Being FL, there is a heavy Disney influence so of course their Christmas tree is bad ass.. huge, with multi color lights, and an amazing sound and light show set to the TransSiberian Orchestra. Very cool!
Anyway, B and I had a great time.. mind you.. we could have a great time anywhere. We work together, and as such have had some interesting adventures.. on a live firing range in CA.. in a very scary bunker in VA, and in the hood of DC. No matter where we go we make it fun and see the humor. Today's fun outing, after copious amounts of food and some wine for good measure, was to Forever XXI. Mind you, I recognize I am well past the demographic but with some strategic shopping there were indeed treasures to be found. This was, bar none, the most amazing version of this store I had ever seen.. two stories, with crystal chandeliers and beautiful sparkly diamantes in the floor.. a teenage girl's fantasy! We were oohing and ahhing over the accessories, every so often emitting squeals of delight.. "Can you BELIEVE this amazing necklace is a mere $3.80?!!" The pair shopping next to us giggled and said they were saying the same thing. I repeated what I had just told B, that if I were 15 I would be in heaven. The girl replied that she WAS 15, and indeed, it was celestial. I was very envious. My 20 year younger self would have gone ga ga for the leopard bustiers and sequined shifts. My pushing 40 self indulged in some fun accessories that will rock.

From there, we went to visit B's new object of affection.. a glorious, shiny red purse at Dillard's. Hands down this is the hottest purse ever. She shimmered at us, winking her patent leather smile at us from a few shelves up. I literally got a chill. B modeled her and we both decided it was meant to be hers. Even when we wistfully bid her goodbye as she won't be coming home with B till payday, she still glowed like a beacon of gorgeousness from accross the store.

A good girlfriend, a glass of wine, and $20 on faux bling.. it doesn't get any better!

The Clothing Collector

I have always loved clothes. As a young girl in Europe my mom used to take me shopping on Saturdays and taught me the fine art of feeling fabric- the lust of a good wool gabardine or the delight in a shimmering taffeta. Her sister (my favorite aunt), with whom I would sometimes spend summers with, furthered the love of frocks as we would troll the racks of Loehman's in Connecticut looking for a deal. Therefore, it's not wonder that my life long love of beautiful clothes and a good deal came to pass.
Standing in my overstuffed and woefully disorganized closet a moment ago I realized I love to collect clothes. It's ironic, because most days find me in jeans and an Old Navy tshirt since I work from home and have a drooling baby. When the occasion does present itself to look hip and pulled together, invariably I panic despite having such a variety to cull from.
In my early twenties, I developed a propensity for shopping for the life I didn't have but would like to have. I would buy sassy little outfits perfect for sunset cocktails in San Tropez or ball gowns for god only knows what. My late twenties were all about cute little club clothes the better with which to impress my friends as we hit the Austin scene. Just like the line in the JC Mellencamp song goes, "All the girls walk by, dressed up for each other".. men are often so oblivious to clothing but your girlfriends can appreciate the cuff on a sleeve or the nap of your velvet!
Interestingly enough, when I met my husband on the cusp of 30, he later told me that the only negative factor he viewed in me is that I always wore pants and no dresses or skirts. Ha! Clearly he didn't delve deep enough into the dark recesses of my wardrobe.
Amusingly enough, now that I am in my late 30's I actually have occasion to wear ball gowns several times a year for work events, but of course all the ones I snapped up in my twenties don't fit my rubenesque mama figure so of course more shopping must occur.

My closet is an interesting jumble of maternity clothes, business suits, mom clothes and of course the whole wistful section of my prebaby size winking at me. I love it all and someday hope to have it organized and all wearable. Meanwhile, it languishes awaiting it's next adventure. Onward!

Creepy Toys

If you know me well, you know that I am a big kid at heart.. I still buy kids books for me, actually LIKE the shows on Noggin, and consider watching cartoons a treat. So, it's really no surprise that the Pumpkin gets a lot of cool toys. Case in point, a few weeks ago we were at the grocery store and were playing around with the Elmo Live doll. Pumpkin thought it was great, and so even though Mommy was rational and didn't buy it on the spot, she ended up getting it on Amazon allegedly as a birthday/Christmas present. The temptation, of course, proved too great, and I had to open it up. This thing is amazing.. it's animatronic and actually interacts with you. Today, I was doing something in the house and all of a sudden it just started randomly talking to me.. "Excuse me, Elmo fell down.. can you please help me?" A little freaked out and annoyed, I ignored him. He persisted for a few more times before finally saying " Elmo thinks this would be a good time to take a nap." You do that buddy. I just hope you don't come back to seek revenge on me for not helping you up while I lay sleeping a la Chucky...

The LadyBugs Have Returned

Last year, in the weeks leading up to the birth of our daughter, we had the most random thing happen...literally HUNDREDS of ladybugs found their way into our bedroom. This is especially odd because of the fact that it was December, and also because they managed to get in past the window screens. It's almost like they were making a statement of some kind. I took it as a good omen, as in German lore ladybugs are considered a sign of good luck and good fortune. Being the kind hearted people that we are, my husband would use our bug vaccuum to suck them up and release them out into the wild. Those tenacious little critters were undaunted, though, and kept coming right back in! Finally, we just learned to live with it and smile, and lo and behold- our daughter was born on Lady Bird Johnson's birthday!

Right around the 1st of December I noticed that they've started coming in again. I wonder what auspicious things are coming our way?? Meanwhile, I will just enjoy them and smile at the jolie coccinelles.

This is what a heroine looks like..

Every year our local paper has a wonderful campaign called Season of Caring. They profile families and individuals that are going through challenging times, and tell their stories along with the things they could use to get back on their feet.
They are all compelling, but one of the women they profiled truly stood out to me this year. Her name is Ala Jacobson, and you can read her story here:
http://www.statesman.com/life/content/life/interactive/season_for_caring/index_2008.html?COXnetJSessionIDbuild127_prod=3mtpJ1hch3nXPRMJhXzlP6V9BKPhXfF2R2LXZ6n21nbFRt5CGKVT!-1261596753&UrAuth=aNcNUOcNVUbTTUWUXUaUZTZUaUWU\UWUZU`UbUcTYWVVZV&urcm=y
I am truly in awe of this young woman.. her start in life was clearly challenging, and she's had horrific things happen to her. Somehow, though, despite this, she has managed to perservere and refused to become a victim. Her love for her daughter is breathtaking, and the fact that she is so willing to sacrifice for her speaks volumes to me. She is a model of quiet strength and grace, and an example of what pure love is.

Should you be thus inclined, a donation for her would be wonderful. I share this with you because many times I've wanted to help, share and give and haven't always been sure of the cause. Even if it is the cost of your lattes for a few days it all adds up to make a difference. Clearly, this woman is going to make a difference in this world and I am honored to help be a part of that. Thank you for reading her story.

Random Cheese

I promise I'm not flying high on a triple shot of Starbucks or a shopping euphoric high.. just have a lot of random thoughts in my head that I haven't been able to blog after being in the hinterlands of the south these last few days. ;o)
Plus, after my last soapbox stance I figured something light was in order.


The Pumpkin's latest trick is high fiving. Very cute, and harkens me back to my first job out of college. I worked for a rental car company that is known for hiring only college grads, luring them with the promise of a management career. Given that the economy was crappy in 1992 when I graduated and my dreams of becoming a fashion buyer didn't pan out I begrudgingly took the job. My days consisted of driving people back and forth from the auto mall to our office to rent them cars. We were told to wear skirts, encouraged to go drinking with the service writers, and spend a day a week "marketing" meaning dropping off donuts in short skirts at the dealership. Really pretty pathetic. The cheesiest part of all is that we all had to constantly high five each other, because "Team players high five. A lot. "
I promise you I am not making this up. Needless to say it was a humbling hell hole, and I was a little more than slightly relieved when I got fired on Halloween by a boss in costume for having one too many fender benders. Ever since then I refuse to high five, but ironically my daughter has decided it's the BEST thing EVER, so now I find myself high fiving her. A lot.

Love Thyself

I just got an email from my beautiful friend M. She is a gorgeous, petite dynamo who is in excellent shape due to good nutrition and a healthy lifestyle. She's also pregnant with twins. She's shared with me over the last month that some of the women at work make snippy comments about her weight, and say weird random stuff about how huge she is. Mind you, I've seen pictures of her and even almost 5 months pregnant, she's still sleeker than I am after a big meal! I truly wonder, what is it about people that makes them feel compelled to take something so beautiful and attach all sorts of odd, inappropriate labels to it?! Why can't we say something encouraging like, " You are blossoming!" or " You are full of life!" Why does it have to be
" You are as big as a house" or "You look like a whale"? Clearly, these people are obtuse but it just makes you wonder about society in general. I used to be all for the snarky celeb magazines as a fun outlet but lately I'm just so turned off. It's all about bumps and lumps and over examining peoples weight. There's so much more in the world to focus on. Maybe I'm in the minority but I relished being pregnant. Sure, I gained 40 lbs,a bunch of varicose veins and some stretch marks, but the end result was a wonderful life. To me, there is nothing more gorgeous than the feminine swell of a belly. I can't wait to experience it again. ( the heartburn, nausea and insomnia, not so much. ;o))
SO, to all my fellow sisters, I say celebrate yourself. Embrace your curves, and validate your fellow women. The world is a hard enough place without all the silly insecurites society tries to place on us.
Order the cheesecake and savor it. Life is too short!

Serenity, Now!

Blissfully, we are back from our Thanksgiving folly. Driving 1000 miles round trip with a very active infant is not my idea of fun..I was skeptical up until the last minute. The Pumpkin was a champ, though, and despite having to listen to Laurie Berkner and Raffi more times than I care to, it was a delight to travel with her. I am impressed at my ever expanding repetoire of skills... feed an infant organic peas at 80 mph without spilling ? Check. Change a diaper on my lap so as to avoid the dreaded public restroom? Check. The best part is we got home a day early. For myriad reasons too complex to list, DH decided we were leaving behind the relative drama, crappy weather and lumpy beds to come home. Even though we had to drive like bats out of hell at all hours to do it, it was bliss to awaken in our own beds.Next year I vote to veto the stranger relatives and relative strangers to a more peaceful holiday at home!

Work it, Girl!

I am always amazed at how the Pumpkin knows how to turn on the charm when needed. Case in point.. today we went to notarize our wills. Unfortunately, our bank no longer does that but the lady was so entranced with the P that she offered to see if the title company accross the way would. Even though Pumpkin had just woken up from her nap, she instantly turned on the charm and had all the people in office enamored of her- so much so that they happily notarized for free 4 documents for us!
I think I might start taking her on sales calls... :)

I'm Thankful For My Friends...

You know, it's always amazing to me how people that were meant to be just sort of gravitate towards each other. Having moved around a lot and had many jobs over the years, I've amassed many friends and aquaintances, but there is a core group that prevails. These are the friends that stay true even though you may not see each other for years, or the friends that totally understand if you fall off the face of the earth for a while yet gleefully welcome you back into the fold when you resurface.
One of these wonderful friends of mine, MCM is one of those people. We met in 1987 which was the start of our senior year of high school in Virginia. Both of us were new to the school that year, and equally miserable. I had just moved from New England, and she from Puerto Rico, and we felt like fish out of water in this huge school that was full of randmomness.. chicks named Muffett who drove Volvos and played lacrosse, morning announcements done by a guy named Silky C in rap, and senators kids mixed with kids from the hood.. a truly motley assortment of humanity.
We both noticed each other as we spent our lunch hours poring over college catalogs in the guidance counselor's office plotting our get away. I remember being in awe of her ability to accesorize.. she had this FAB big gold purse that was such a wonderful contrast to the preppiness and hood fashion of the day. Gradually, we became friends and her friendship MADE that year bearable. She introduced me to the joys of hair metal bands, and we spent hours fantasizing about Bon Jovi and working crappy jobs to make money to go to rock concerts. MCM even came west with me to California and we started school together as room mates at UCSB. We had all sorts of wonderful, crazy adventures in Hollywood and beyond before she headed back to FL to be with family. She is truly a talented, wonderful person who keeps it real and slays me with her wit. I got this great email from her re: my blog and this turn of phrase at the end of her message just cracked me up..
P.S. I did not know what the hell a Gymboree was for the longest time. The moms would mention it and I went along with it. But I wondered, is it a church activity for toddlers, does it involve tamborees and singing in a gym? Finally figured out, particularly after being invited to a 4 year old's birthday party at one the joints...ack.

This is why I love my friends.

Christmas ..12:00.. Warp Speed

Let me preface this by saying I really am not a Grinch. I love the holidays-maybe even more than most as evidenced by the fact that I own just about every Christmas CD known to man, and I have enough decorations to easily fill 2 trees and multiple color schemes. My darling husband even put on holiday music today and it sounded great.. it's a gloomy day and it feels like the perfect launch into Thanksgiving week.
Anyhoooo, in a moment of peace between the Pumpkin laying down and the next task that beckoned, Idecided to do a quick fridge purge. How does this tie into the holidays, you ask?
Well, my way of making room in the fridge is taking food that is marginal but still edible and tossing it over the back deck for the critters. Living out in the country on a hillside, there's deer, raccoons, coyotes and turkeys that all like to stroll through our yard down below so it's a good bet it's going to get eaten. Everybody wins.. I clean my fridge and don't feel guilty for letting another perfectly good bunch of arugula wilt, and the critters eat food as opposed to neighborhood cats. However, I am a klutz as evidenced today when I accidentally lost the Tupperware with the strawberries I was donating to nature. As I was starting back up the outside stairs I did a double take.. on two lawns I saw big, giant inflatable Santas, along with my neighbor standing on his roof like Clark Griswold putting up his lights. Dude, I am all for the holiday spirit but it's not even freaking Thanksgiving yet! Let us enjoy our cornucopias, turkeys and ornamental squash a wee bit longer before trying to race us into the next holiday. I guess the stores that have been pushing Christmas on us since August are finally making people drink the kool-aid. Sad, because these are usually the same people that ruthlessly cast their trees out on Dec 26.
Having spent much of my childhood in Europe I guess that had an impact on me. There, the holidays were less about consumerism and more about the gentle beauty of the season. Christmas Eve was the big kickoff to twelve days of celebrating, culminating on January 6 with the eating of the King's Cake.
I have certainly adapted to life in the US, and I'll be eagerly trimming our tree shortly after Thanksgiving. Until then, I will proudly display my harvest decorations and nurture my mums until I transplant them in favor of pointsettias.
There's my rant.:)

Kung Fu Fighting

Don't even ask about the title.. just a random thought that popped in my head. I guess it describes how I feel I get through the days. Do you ever feel like you're in a video game? It may sound demented but that's how I often feel.

I imagine myself like this little icon cruising through a Ms.Pac Man like screen ( clearly, you can see how uncool I am that I have no context of what today's Wii and Playstation games look like) with things jumping out to get me... Crying baby with diaper full of poo! Change her and move on.. check. Husband with random science idea as to how to save the world and make money at the same time!... listen, nod, mumble something encouraging.. move on.. check. Whining cat ( yes, I have cats that whine and seemingly yell) that needs petting/food/to be played with.. Repeat afore mentioned sequence (twice)and move on... check. Work crisis that needs resolution, STAT! Confer with team, execute, move on.. check!

Such are the days of my life. I am always moving at hyper speed.. slowing down is an issue. I worry sometimes that since I am so used to shoveling food in fast and furiously before the Pumpkin squawks that I'll forget how to eat like a normal person and will eat with such dubious manners or lack thereof at a business dinner.

You know what though? Such is life. Sleep and peace are for pansies. As my buddy Bruce says,
"Soldier up!". That's what I'm going to do.
Meanwhile, I'm off to fortify with a cup of Joe... or two or three.
Have a good one!

Random Musings

The Pumpkin has finally laid her sweet head down in slumber.. ah, bliss. That child had so much energy today. Trying to change her diaper was like wrestling a slippery eel! Lucky for her, she's so cute.

So.. I went to the doctor today to get my TDAP vaccine.. Tetnus, Diptheria and Pertussis. Apparently the latter has reared it's ugly head and so they are urging the herd to get pricked against it's nastiness. Anyway, I'm sitting there in the waiting room - for a long time it's just me and a wide expanse of chairs. What kills me is that as people start trickling in, they chose to sit RIGHT NEXT TO ME. I mean, seriously, there are like 45 other chairs and they had to sit next to me. What's up with that?! Mind you, this happened not just once but 3 times. I know this because I sat there for what seemed like an eternity- I guess nurse visits don't have the same priority as Doctor's visits, so I got to wait and watch all sorts of teeming humanity come in. I wished I'd had a biohazard suit or at the very least a Purel shower. :)

Needless to say, I felt not a thing- guess my arm is still numb from the flu shot I got the other day.. I am on a roll ! I did feel a bit woozy reading all the potential side effects ( of course, they hand you this AFTER you've had the shot)- it's like one of those ads on tv for drugs where the possible effects sound way worse than the actual disease.. gas with oily discharge? Nausea? Confusion? Sleeplessness? What happens then? Do you take another pill for that?!

Anyway, I am now innoculated to the gills.. ready to brave the germ tubes of airplanes I'll be on all next month, and also against whatever funk the in laws bring to Thanksgiving. I'm always a bit wary after my sister in law brought her visibly ill child a few years back.. poor little thing was pale and miserable and ended up hurling everywhere. Nice. I'm all for family togetherness but a little judgement and consideration is a good thing. I put her in the same class as random strangers in the supermarket that try to put there germy hands all over my infants hands that clearly are going in her mouth.

I'm starting to sound like a ranting Michael Jackson germaphobe lunatic so I'll drag my cranky self off to bed. Peace out.

Things I am Loving Right Now

1) Jancee Dunn's books: I found a sympatico voice in her writing! I love that she is conflicted between being a rocker chick and a little old lady who loves her pjs and old movies.. that is so me! Read her. She will make you laugh and you'll want to be her best friend as you cheer her on.

2) Jello Molds: Retro, wonderful odd concoctions. I got a great recipe for one the other day called Orange Salad.. not because of the fruit, but the color. Cheddar cheese topping and Jello? Youbetcha.

3) Starbuck's Thanksgiving Blend: Caffeine. Spicy. Good.

4) Seeing my daughter's little butt and legs in pants: I know it sounds weird but it's so cute to see her looking all sassy and grownup in her jeans

5) The spiraling economy: Again, I know it sounds weird and it sucks but at the same time I think it's a good resetting of people's expectations. Everyone has bigger cars, bigger houses and bigger bling ... we just all consume, consume, consume. I'm all for people, myself included, scaling back and appreciating the simpler things

6)www.retailmenot.com: Discount codes galore. In the immortal words of my friend Speedy, "Only schmucks pay retail"

Slacker

Well, clearly I have not been diligent about updating the blog.. could it be that life has gotten in the way?
Since my last post, I've had 2 trips out West, 2 military balls to attend, and survived my daughter's first Halloween. The latter is the most interesting, believe it or not. I dressed the little one up as a Pumpkin- appropos, given that we call her Pumpkin. Needless to say, she was not pleased with her costume but begrudgingly sumbmitted. Determined to make some showing in the neighborhood since I believe they all think we are antisocial since we don't hang out with any of them, I trudged my little Pumpkin up to the neighborhood hayride bearing my contribution to the party I would not stay at. The invite said that all adults should get in the spirit and wear a Halloween item. Being the rule follower that I am, I went all out and dressed as a glam witch. Clearly, no one else follows rules since I was the ONLY one in costume. Nice. All the other mommies were in their hip, svelte jeans ( do these women not eat or work out 24-7?!) and gave me " Aww, how cute" looks in that slightly patronizing way the uber mommy set has. Ah well, I wore my sass with pride and happily escaped home when they started the hayride. (God forbid the kiddies should have to WALK to treak or treat!) There. I've done my socializing bit for the quarter. ;o)

Meanwhile, all the projects I've intended to do prior to the holidays like finally unpacking my office ( on the docket since I got my new furniture 6 months ago) and finally setting up the playroom upstairs still languish. I am in denial that the holidays are nearly upon us, but still look forward to them as for once we are not traveling and a lot of my family will be here- staying in their own casas now that many of them live here. It's ideal! I still dream of hosting some fabulous shindigs but then I think about all the work involved and push that thought further back. :)

Work beckons.. must go and support the baby's Pamper habit and my shoe habit.

The Wardrobing..

I'm getting ready to go on a business trip yet again. It never ceases to amaze me that no matter how frequently I travel, it still always takes me FOREVER to pack. Working from home I have the luxury of being able to be as casual or scary as I want to be.. fuzzy slippers, anyone?
Therefore, the thought of having to figure out what the heck I'm going to wear for an entire week is enough to incite fear and panic. Adding to the drama is the fact that my client, who will go unnamed (but suffice it to say is the most alpha male dominated of the military branches and proud of their elite warrior status) spends way too much time analyzing every detail of what I and my team do and say. Granted, they are trained to find the weakness in someone and exploit it to their benefit, but I didn't realize it extended to fashion. This is especially true as they are given to wearing jorts and very odd color combos in their non uniform hours.
Skirt length, sassiness of shoe, etc is all fair game. It's alternately amusing and maddening.
Needless to say, it requires a big try-on and SWOT analysis. Adding to my frustration is that my figure is a bit more womanly since giving birth so it's a delicate dance of trying to downplay curves while not yet looking like Pat on SNL.

The other thing I find so challenging are the goofy labels people assign to dress code.
"Snappy Casual", "California Casual" , "Texas Chic", "Civilian Casual".. egads!
Interpreting this is almost as much fun as the great no gifts debate. Know what I mean about that? You're invited to a party and they say "no gifts" but invariably someone does bring a gift and if you don't you feel like a clod, but if you do, Murphy's Law would have it that you're the only one that does and everyone else is annoyed at you for doing so. Big sigh.

At any rate, after much closet drama and pawing through my hideously overstuffed closet, I think I've assembled something that will sail me through the next few days.
Now I just have to figure out how to cram it all into my suitcase.

Bon voyage!

Kicking and Screaming, she joins the herd...

Well, I've finally done it. Nothing so noble as finding a cure for the common cold or even as moderately thrilling as organizing my closet ( a dream I've had since 1981).. I finally decided to create a blog. I figured I might as well use that English degree and find a forum in which to share some of the random things I encounter in life. Plus, it might be a way for me to redeem myself with my friends since I'm so horrid at keeping in touch- perhaps they will generously give me a pass and use this as a way to keep up with me. :)
Last but not least, I welcome the chance to get to know some new people virtually and get their perspective.
I don't know a lot of other women who fit into the profile of who I am- an older mom (38) who is the primary breadwinner and not one of the uber mommy set. I don't scrapbook, I don't drive a minivan or even a 4 wheel drive, and I have no clue as to how to navigate the politics of playdates. Please don't take this as looking down on people who do those things, that is totally cool if it works for them- it's just not me.

• I'm the mom who always gives the random answers at Gymboree when they ask us to "share" some inane information at the begining of the session and causes the other 20 something parents to gaze at me in slack jawed curiosity.
• I'm the mom balancing her Blackberry and breastpump in the bathroom at DFW trying to rebook her flight for the second time that day.
• I'm the friend that buys you a birthday card months in advance because it's perfect but then I can't find it when the big day comes.. you might get it 2 months after the fact.
• I'm the neighbor that doesn't get the allure of bunco.. I think it's awesome that you want to play, but if I'm lucky enough to have a free evening I'd rather go out and have a cocktail with my girlfriends whom I never get to see.
• I'm the wife that loves my husband to death but is openly THRILLED when he wants to go watch football because it means I might actually get the house to myself
• I'm the woman that can manage a meeting of tough, testosterone pumped alpha males but quakes in the presence of the mean checkout clerk at my grocery store who is always trying to bust me for double couponing.

So, that is me. For those of you that know me, I hope you enjoy these posts, and for those that don't, I look forward to knowing you. Have a great weekend!