Where to begin?

-- It is a question I ask myself often. Currently, it's in reference to me thinking about brushing off my resume and beginning the dreadful task of job searching, AGAIN. I finally have the motivation, for example: having to shut myself in the bathroom stall at work, in effort to keep from weeping about the fact that I have to make it through another hour let alone another day.

In any case, I still have no idea what I really want to do -- I was so fed up at lunch today that I forced myself to write a list of things I'm somewhat skilled at, as well as a list of things I like. Yeah, it sounded about as lame and pointless this afternoon as it did when I was in grade school, and it was. Basically, from what I could conclude about my lists, my career goal in life is to be a 7 year old kid. I'd like to be outside, play with fun/nice people, have the latest toys, create and organize things... and yep, that's about it.

I tried to think about what "experience" I've "gained" over less than a year in the job force. Well, I've learned, actually taught would be the right word - I've taught myself some interesting and useful things, but as far as "experience" goes I'd say I've mostly "experienced" denial, despair, and pessimism. Oh, and let's not leave out inefficiency. I do think I'd make an excellent Efficiency Expert! Is that what they call the people who analyze an organization and then fire all of the staff who perform absolutely NO beneficial function? I think I'd be great at that! I'd start with the people who say things like "...maybe we should have a meeting about that" and I'd tell them that if they or their employees that they "manage" actually completed their jobs at just a satisfactory level they wouldn't have to WASTE ALL OF MY DAMN TIME WITH THEIR UNPRODUCTIVE MEETINGS!!!

Ah... feeling better, as expected. I think that for now I will just stick it out where I am, and when I finally come across something that I might actually enjoy doing (that is a viable/legal profession) I will try to find a way to make it happen.

Shout Out

Carly and I always write messages to each other at The Pub. When we're there together, we come out of the bathroom and tell the other one "Stall 2" or whatever stall we chose to compose our little masterpiece in. We have an on-going conversation on the board for the rest of the night. Usually, our creativity is hindered such that we can only write things like "I love Carly!" "Steph Rocks!" you get the idea. Since she's moved to California, I still can't help writing her a shout out when I'm there. So, I hope everyone had a Happy Irish People Day (as Sarah insisted on calling it), and I missed you Carlita and I hope you got my message someway, somehow!


Surprisingly, we all look pretty sober for drinking green beer all afternoon. The pitchers were continually being filled, but I would guesstimate my intake at about 10 beers + one shot with Rah at 2:30pm.
Our plan at our Q-doba Dinner Meeting (post-Pub) was to separate, sleep it off, and re-group. Well, we all woke up at around 9pm, Doug and I got our drinking hats on, however, none of the rest of our crew could muster up enough Irish to join us back out. We went out anyway, and enjoyed the drunk people watching -- I have to give the Madisonians props for all of their green garb = nice.

Yeah, for our annual family & friends St. Patty's Day tradition!

Solo Dance Party

Thanks to Alissa & Eric for introducing us to TV on the Radio. Not only did their new CD provoke me to dance with myself, but their concert last night, once again, reminded me why everyone should have a healthy dose of live music in their lives. The music ROCKED and they were awesome performers -- money well spent.

Drunk Rocker: "Yeah!"

Everyone should also dance & take pictures of themselves, because it releases your inner geek and keeps you humble.










This one would be my lame myspace Ooo or facebook picture, if I had either one. It fits nicely into the trying-to-be-artsy/sexy-but-looking-rather-lame category very nicely!
(BTW: Does my arm look freakish, or what?!)

Getting There

Sledding with Mom

Definitely the funnest fifty-something I know!

My Mama is always a little concerned about my SAD. Today, she made me go sledding. This picture is actually a couple years old - currently, all of that bramble is covered with snow, so the sledding couldn't be better. We were the only "kids" out there, which perplexes me because this hill is pretty sweet. Add a jump or two and there is totally potential for broken bones. I used my patented bag-socks method: socks with plastic bags tied and secured to mid-calf, sneakers and snow pants on top. Honestly, the best "boots" I've ever worn. My Pops was trying to insist that I wear his boots claiming, "We don't want to look like we're in the Poor House!" To which I said, "Really? I always thought that we were, growing up..." (Mom Eye Roll). Ok, maybe not the Poor House, but perhaps the Short Pants & Exposed Ankles Because We Bought You New Jeans Last Month House. Growth spurts = painful memories.

If I wasn't planning a trip to California..

...I'D BE PLANNING A MOVE THERE! Seriously. SERIOUSLY!! I'm staring out the window right now thinking, Some people would find this falling snow beautiful... and I'd tell them to get their heads checked! I've tried (sorta) to be strong this year - in fact, I guess that's my New Year's Resolution every January: to try to like/deal with/not go nutso this Winter - but I guess I'm just not up to the challenge, actually, I'm failing miserably.

Carly, Emma, Krista,
If it weren't for your emails discussing us getting together and bopping around San Fran, next month, I don't know what I'd do! You are all so cute with your numerous suggestions of fun things we will see and explore: I SO NEED THAT RIGHT NOW. I can't wait to see you; your ideas are keeping me going :)

WOOoooo! Adult Spring Break Baby!