This post could also be called “Confessions of a Wannabe New Yorker.”

Sometimes…on the train, if someone was standing just a little too close to me (not when he or she couldn’t help it, of course), I would turn away from the person with just enough force to throw my handbag right into their stomach.
Sometimes…when people (mainly tourists) were walking just a little too slowly, I would sweep past them without even attempting to not slam into them just a bit.
Sometimes…even if I had every intention of standing (on the right) of an escalator so I could get in one more page of Atlas Shrugged before work, I would start walking (on the left) if I saw that someone was standing on the left just so I could ask tell the person to move over. And sometimes…I’d roll my eyes at the person.
Sometimes…when a person was not paying attention to where his/her dog was walking (as in leash stretched across the sidewalk) I would walk right where his/her dog would be right in my way…even if I could easily go around.
Sometimes…when I got home and people were sitting on my stoop, and therefore had to move so I could get into my building, I would take my sweet time getting my keys out. And sometimes…I would decide that was a perfect time to text message Kelly or Sarah.
KP, did I forget any?
Just so you all know, I did lots of nice things too, like give people directions and when it was obvious that they were geographically challenged (and sometimes more than just geographically) I would actually walk with them to wherever they were going or get them on the right train or the right street.
However, you can now see why some people don’t like me.

children suck your brain

I haven’t posted in the last two weeks because I’ve been very, very busy. I’m in Arizona helping my sister and her husband with their 13-month-old little girl and newborn baby boy (he was born last week and is an absolute joy!). They are also in the middle of a move. It’s been a little hectic, to say the least.

Now to the post.

So, with all of this going on, I’ve been a bit sleep deprived. I’m sure you mothers out there know what it’s like. Yes, I’m often sleep deprived, but the exhaustion children cause is like nothing else out there.

Anyway, my sister, niece, nephew and I are driving through the drive-thru at Sonic the other day. It was happy hour, so we had a long wait. The two kids are happy in the back, my sister is making phone calls, and I’m checking my email on my phone as I inch the car forward (I’m a safe driver, I swear). We continue like this, all happily doing our things. La la la.

Suddenly, my sister looks at me, after hanging up with some idiot contractor, and asks, “Did you order?”

What? I look to my left and see that I have passed the little order station. In fact, it’s two cars back. And no, I didn’t order.

I have never felt like such a dumb blond in my life. Ever. (Justin, if you can think of others, I don’t want to hear them). So, we get to the window, I tell the cute little 16-year-old what happened and he took our order. He was very sweet, but you could tell he was laughing at me inside. Thankfully we were at Sonic, where they are used to bringing your food to your car, so it was no big deal to pull the car out of the way and wait for him to bring us our drinks.

My sister just looked at me and said, “I’m glad I’m not the only one who gets her brain sucked by children”.

Speaking of children, the munchkin has caught on to the fact that I’m leaving her in her highchair extra long so I can get this post out. Time to go!

ETA: Just got back from our (almost) daily trip to Sonic. This time it was just me and the munchkin. I did it AGAIN! How spacey am I??? Those blasted lines make you think that you have time to get things done, but noooo. This time, though, the line was short enough that I just drove around again, putting my phone away and leaving my window rolled down. Nothing like the AZ heat to remind you why your window is down. I’m such an idiot.

plenty to say

Just no real desire to say it. The photo? The fabulous food I ate after doing a little grocery shopping at Whole Foods in Los Altos. I love Whole Foods. Love. It. I can’t believe I haven’t posted about my trip to California. Maybe that’s because I’m sad to be back. I love it there. I know it’s expensive, but there’s a reason so many people want to live there.

Yes, Utah has some good qualities, and Amie was right, come spring (if it ever does come) I do like it here. But it’s just different. Utah will never feel like home to me. I’m a Bay Area girl, apparently.

And the cheeses? All local California cheeses.

obsessed with and addicted to…

  • food
  • eating out
  • the Wall Street Journal
  • tweezing…anything
  • 100 calorie packs
  • Fortune
  • reading blogs
  • the Internet
  • secret blogs
  • success
  • traveling
  • spending money
  • working (just not the work I’m paid to do)
  • communicating
  • facebook
  • email
  • reading
  • learning
  • thinking
  • dental hygiene
  • professional clothes
  • new camera lenses
  • being needed
  • perfection
  • thank you notes
  • shopping
  • my chubby body
  • makeup
  • products (skin, hair, whatever)
  • ordering things online
  • new music
  • debating
  • news
  • movies
  • volunteering
  • luxury

It’s a really good thing I never started smoking, drinking, gambling, etc.

If only I could get sleep onto the list. It’s not that I can’t sleep…I just don’t. Oh, and running.

Off to bed I go. Seriously. My head on the pillow before 10. That’s the goal. Too bad I have to floss, brush, mouthwash and retain (it’s a verb, I swear) my teeth, and wash, tone and moisturize my face…and eyes, and tweeze any random hair that managed to grow today. Fifteen minutes? As if!


decide Look up decide at
c.1380, from O.Fr. decider, from L. decidere “to decide,” lit. “to cut off,” from de- “off” + cædere “to cut” (see cement). Sense is of resolving difficulties “at a stroke.” Originally “to settle a dispute;” meaning “to make up one’s mind” is attested from 1830. Decided in the adj. sense of “resolute” is from 1790.

I think it’s interesting that one of the Latin roots of the word decide is the same root as part of homicide and suicide; cædere “to cut”.

That’s how I’m feeling about my choices for grad school. It has come down to the university where I currently work (and where I did my undergrad) and a beautiful school in Nashville, TN. I thought I had made my decision. I had prayed about it and really felt the decision was up to me, so I thought I made it. I was set. I was moving to Nashville.

But something happened yesterday, and now everything is up in the air. It wasn’t anything major. I just got an email from someone currently in the program here, and the email made me think.

So, now I’m at a 50/50 split. I really don’t know what I’m going to do. Really. I still feel like, in terms of spiritual things, God is putting the decision completely in my hands (yes, I do pray about things occasionally). I know what I thought I wanted to do, but sometimes, when I think I know what I want to do, I fail to compare the way I should. Let the comparing begin.