I've been on vacation from blogging. Not an actual vacation, but since my man has commanded the full attention of my Mac, all I have is this horrible Dell that might as well be the Devil. Let's just summarize by saying I have ZERO desire to open it up and use it after 7pm. But alas, I am on the road, left coasting, which would be cool if I had the energy to do more than order room service and watch a movie. Which is precisely what is on the agenda the evening (plus wine). But first, a little catching up with my passion. All day every day I think of anecdotes, observations and other general crap to write about, but the act of actually opening up the computer and putting it on (digital) paper doesn't happen. During the day, it's called my job. At night, it's called the computer is associated with the job therefore we do not spend more time together. I need a little computer-notepad-jotty thing that I can quickly type out a post on and feel the release. And it...

Catholic, I am. Practicing, I am not. Until recently that is. My sister is pregnant, and naturally I am the godmother of my unborn niece. A requirement of this duty, beyond being an active part of the child's life and giving her lots of money for college, is that I obtain a letter from my parish stating that I am in fact a practicing Catholic. Great. Admittedly I looked for loophole, a way to work around this. I found none. But it was more my guilty conscience (told you I was Catholic) preventing me from succeeding than anything else. So I did what I was supposed to--I went to church. My boyfriend was kind enough to go with me, because, yes, I was afraid. Very afraid. When we arrived, I sat in the back of the church.  However, being the naturally curious and engaged man that he is, he wanted to sit up front - like 5 pews from the altar. "As long we're doing this, let's do it right" is what he said. Right? I was doing it right, according to my family church p...

Did you know we are in a recession? You wouldn't based on the level activity in shopping malls and restaurants, despite being all over the news. Why is that? Because for those it isn't directly affecting right now, there has been no change in habit, and the affected is a much smaller population for people like you me than the spared. Generalization, I know. The point is, if you are one of those people who hasn't made some modification to your lifestyle, this girl recommends you do. The party is far from over, because we haven't even started losing our cookies in the bushes or hooking up with people we'll regret in the morning. No, I'm not a doomsday'er (is that even a word?) but I do believe in a little preparedness to make what could be rough times not so much. I didn't take drastic measures. I just: started drinking $10 bottles of wine because there will always have to be a budget for this and I don't know the difference after two glasses anywa...

Today was the GREATEST day of my whole entire life! Note my sarcasm. It started with a dentist appointment--which a) I hate, and b) I purposely planned for today because I didn't have any conference calls scheduled. My appointment was at 10:30. At 10:15, Rome fell. It is not the crisis that occurred that prompts this post, but instead the way in which I managed it with retractors in my mouth, as well as the occasional dental instrument. Have you ever had your teeth cleaned with your cell phone on your ear? Or typed while lying upside down on a blackberry for an hour and a half? Or attended a conference call when all you could do was grunt in agreement (or not)? That's what I did while trying to hold up the Pantheon.  Talk about feeling helpless. My colleague also happened to be in less than ideal circumstances (i.e. driving to the hospital for family surgery) for managing this situation--together we were unstoppable.  I was fortunate to have good people who knew what nee...

Not such the prolific blogger these days. I feel sensored, or restrained, unable to speak from my gut and that is a writers worst nightmare. I have not been in a good place as of late. While I always speak my mind, I have a fear of doing so publicly because the consequences for my actions would likely be great. Deserved, yes, but at the same time the ridiculousness of the idiocy I am dealing with deserves to be outed. Every. Single. Day. I have taken to relaxation therapy, because I can't walk around in a Xanax fog the rest of my life (although if socially acceptable, you can guarantee I'd be driving that bandwagon). This type of therapy essentially teaches you to meditate. I was a non-believer. How does one shut off their mind? Unbelievably, I did it by finding a happy place. Seriously, I couldn't feel my hands. What is (slightly) disturbing, is to get to this happy place I was told to visualize and follow a path. Naturally, my path had have a freakin' fork in i...

Aquarius Horoscope for Today:  "Others might see you as less stable than usual, but that's just because they don't understand what's driving your decisions." See, there IS a purpose to my current insanity. 

If you caught my blink and you missed it rant earlier today, you know that today was not a good day for me--on any level. Likely why I am pursuing meditative therapy for range of emotional response. Translation: less freaking out more sanity. All things were true in my rant--I'm overwhelmed, over worked, over committed, and over emotional. While it felt great to tell it like it is, what feels even better is the place in which I write this post right now. Looking at the things that piss me off as assets and being thankful for them. Sounds cheesy, I know but I highly encourage you put it to the test sometime. In the brief time that my rant was live, a friend commented to say "you are in charge of your future"--in so many words. Nothing could be truer. Not only your future, but your life. At any point in time you can decide to take control or sit back and let it happen. The key is a balance of the two and the happiest people are those that have achieved it. Believe it ...