I've become the type of blogger I complain about.
All gung-ho in the beginning, then erratic posts. When I started this blog, I swore that wouldn't happen. I knew it would be different for me - I'd blog a few times a week without fail. I'd be witty, insightful and otherwise brilliant.
Then life happened.
First I didn't write because I had nothing to write about. No crime there unless people want to read my grocery list.
Then I had stuff to write about, but no time or ambition to write about it. I'll admit it - my blog came in last.
Quick recap of December: work - crazy; home life - crazy; dogs - certifiably insane.
Had a scare with a layoff - escaped being part of it, but now I have a new job that I'm learning. Funnily enough, I am back working with my mentor. I had hoped I'd wind up back working for her now that we are at the same company again, but not this soon. It's all good, but unexpected.
Home life has been nuts. Mom broke her arm while walking one of the certifiably insane dogs. A total accident, but seeing as how my otherwise competent father becomes a helpless ball of hot-mess the second he walks in the door, it's me and my now one-armed mother taking care of the house. Let's just say that mom and I have different standards of cleanliness among other things. All together now: my poor mother.
As for the pups, my lab Bogey seems to be acting like a teenager - sulky and insolent, while my beagle Candie (originally Candy Cane, now dubbed Candie Finnigan after one of the counsellors on Intervention - yes, I'm sick) is figuring out that I'm a soft touch. She also apparently has allergies that our vet has no idea how to treat with anything other than Prednisone. So, I'm living at various boutique pet food stores, trying to find foods and homeopathic meds that will treat it, all the while reassuring Bogey that he is still my good baby.
So, the chaos of Christmas is behind me, and I am having a thrilling New Years Eve at my kitchen table multi-tasking: drinking cheap champagne, catching up on my NetFlix (Rent Young At Heart - inspiring) and writing this blog.
Happy New Year - may you have health, happiness and prosperity in 2009!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
The Reunion Challenge is Ovah….
Wow… I did it. Like some kind of strange Starting Over or Oprah-esq challenge. I organized a high school reunion in 7 weeks, got a decent turnout, got donations for a raffle and raised over $300 for someone in need.
I crashed on Sunday – hard. I slept most of the day, mentally exhausted from the task and still amazed at myself that I pulled it off. There were some low points, I won’t rehash them there (ok, the person who actively encouraged me to organize it, then showed up 2 ½ hours late asking if they still had to pay and only donated $5 still sticks in my craw (whatever that is)), but still, for someone who perceived themselves as the ultimate outcast, dealing with the aftermath of a dog adoption, adopting another dog and getting in a car accident, all while furiously emailing and “facebook-stalking” people I hadn’t seen in 15 years and managing to get over 60 of them to show up in the same place on the same night, not too bad.
OK, so the fact that I think I looked like Princess Fiona in all of the pictures, without the ears and green skin, bothers me. I’ve been fighting the urge to un-tag myself in all of the pictures on Facebook, but then I remind myself of my life list. Number 18. Allow myself to be photographed, even when I don’t feel I look my best.
I’d be lying if I said that I had a completely no holds barred fantabulous time. I’m still not 100% comfortable in crowded rooms, I was kicked away from my table (my comfort zone/safety blanket) by well meaning friends, and I spent a good deal of the time worrying that everyone else was having a good time. But all things considered, I had good time. I got to see people I hadn’t seen in a while, I did something good for someone else, and I didn’t have a raging hangover the next day. That’s progress for me.
So, what’s next? I guess the rest of my life list. Ugh. I’ve been trying, working on the on-going items, like recycle more, drink more water, use the reusable shopping bags that spend more time in the spare room holding nothing more often than holding groceries. I need to do more of the substantive things – like number 1. Learn to dance, or number 15. Ask for help when I need it (and accept help when it is offered).
I’m still hiding behind my excuses for the moment – it’s the holidays, so I can’t start dieting. I’ve just wrapped up the reunion, let me chill out for a while before I start on another project. It's Miner's Day in Poland tomorrow and I havn't decorated.... I’d like to say that someday I’ll run out of excuses and WANT to do the things I’ve set out for myself. I think I’d be lying. Why else would I need to make up a list? I wrote that list one night thinking of things that I’ve always held myself back from, and now is the time to stop holding back and start doing….
People, I think I may need some help….
I crashed on Sunday – hard. I slept most of the day, mentally exhausted from the task and still amazed at myself that I pulled it off. There were some low points, I won’t rehash them there (ok, the person who actively encouraged me to organize it, then showed up 2 ½ hours late asking if they still had to pay and only donated $5 still sticks in my craw (whatever that is)), but still, for someone who perceived themselves as the ultimate outcast, dealing with the aftermath of a dog adoption, adopting another dog and getting in a car accident, all while furiously emailing and “facebook-stalking” people I hadn’t seen in 15 years and managing to get over 60 of them to show up in the same place on the same night, not too bad.
OK, so the fact that I think I looked like Princess Fiona in all of the pictures, without the ears and green skin, bothers me. I’ve been fighting the urge to un-tag myself in all of the pictures on Facebook, but then I remind myself of my life list. Number 18. Allow myself to be photographed, even when I don’t feel I look my best.
I’d be lying if I said that I had a completely no holds barred fantabulous time. I’m still not 100% comfortable in crowded rooms, I was kicked away from my table (my comfort zone/safety blanket) by well meaning friends, and I spent a good deal of the time worrying that everyone else was having a good time. But all things considered, I had good time. I got to see people I hadn’t seen in a while, I did something good for someone else, and I didn’t have a raging hangover the next day. That’s progress for me.
So, what’s next? I guess the rest of my life list. Ugh. I’ve been trying, working on the on-going items, like recycle more, drink more water, use the reusable shopping bags that spend more time in the spare room holding nothing more often than holding groceries. I need to do more of the substantive things – like number 1. Learn to dance, or number 15. Ask for help when I need it (and accept help when it is offered).
I’m still hiding behind my excuses for the moment – it’s the holidays, so I can’t start dieting. I’ve just wrapped up the reunion, let me chill out for a while before I start on another project. It's Miner's Day in Poland tomorrow and I havn't decorated.... I’d like to say that someday I’ll run out of excuses and WANT to do the things I’ve set out for myself. I think I’d be lying. Why else would I need to make up a list? I wrote that list one night thinking of things that I’ve always held myself back from, and now is the time to stop holding back and start doing….
People, I think I may need some help….
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