If only....

I ate Cinnabon for lunch today.  Why?  Cuz. I can.  I haven't had Cinnabon in years.  Literally perhaps a decade.  I've had cinnamon rolls and all but nothing is quite like a Cinnabon.  I almost asked for a Mochalattachill  to go with it and say fuck you to the caloric intake but feared the inevitable middle finger right back later in the afternoon when I slump over my keyboard in a diabetic coma.  I forgot about the size and the girth and the creamy goodness that bubbles out of every crevice of these fluffy little buns.  This sounds like food porn doesn't it?  Which is why it occured to me that if The Husband shot out cream cheese filling instead of life creating slurry  then there might be more oral action in the bed room.  I'm just saying.

**Juanito this does not mean you need to pick up a tube of cinnamon rolls or anything.  this is just a hyperbole.  Calm down.

BLANK

I get topic ideas when I'm driving and now that I'm back to commuting I get a lot of topics. 
Such as:
Why I shouldn't drive a motorcycle
We need a team leader for team traffic
What my mother did to jack me up
Starbucks Sucks
What the Boy has done lately
Paid Bills and Feel Like I'm in Jail
Ode to my Brown Heels

Unfortunately, when I get time to write I can never remember all the funny little points that made these topics interesting to me.  Interesting enough to write 300 words on.  So I sit here at a computer with limericks from a bathroom stall in my head (Here I sit broken hearted...). 

Not a great topic but just so you to those of you who *might* actually read this post; I'm thinking about you.  And this is what I'm thinking:
You - Some day you'll have time for me, right?
You - If you stopped being the victim you would realize that everything you want you have.
You, over there - Quit controlling every situation and let it be.  You think you know that you're not God but that knowledge has not stopped you from playing God.
And you - Sober up at work, geez.
You - BACON!

Kick Off Meeting

So I started the new job.  Its good.  No complaints whatsoever.  I'm not over the moon about it, as you would think I should be, but I'm not an over the moon kinda girl.  But with the fresh start at a new company doing something that I know I can do, I thought I would give the old blog a fresh coat of paint.  Kids are getting out of school and vacation and summer plans are being made.  I've never thought of Summer as a re-birth like Spring is supposed to be, but with all the changes and beginnings its kinda hard not to. Some things to address as we kick off this next chapter....

1. The Summer Olympics are coming.  I have a new place in my heart for the Olympics because I watched the Winter Olympics after The Boy was born.  I watched a lot of luge and snowboarding and that one where they throw the big loaves of metal in a shuffleboard like manner, curling?  Anyways, the Summer Olympics means just a half way make of nothing. 
2. We're planning out summer vacations.  I'm excited to travel without the baggage of leaving my job.  My new company has been so understanding that there is life outside of the office.  I want to embrace it and enjoy it while I can.  The ever-pessimist, I'm waiting for the other shoe to fall and they start giving me a static about time off. But you know I'm not one to really abuse that so perhaps it won't ever fall. Time will tell.
3. I want to cook more.  And instead of making peanut butter chocolate ice cream cookie layered strawberry tall cake (which still sounds  ah-may-zing) I want to make fancy food.  But not for a cat.  I might start sharing the stuff I make here.  Oh, Pinterest is totally fueling this.  Maybe someday my blog will show on some one's Pinterest board.  Ah, to dream!
4. I want a baby.  I'm not sure if we're ready to start the whole drug process and everything that it will take this time but the need and desire is there and its doable now.  I'm not sure how I'll handle the medication with a two year old, but its a bump, hill, mountain in the road to our family that we will take in stride.

You like me?! Give it a while....

So I have a real live jobby job. Start date May 7th! Since my contract job ended last week I've got some "quality time" with The Boy. I know that deep down inside I need to treasure this time, but honestly he is TWO so treasuring is not at the top of my list. The other day I argued with him for 5 minutes to brush his teeth. I finally picked him up and put him at the sink and he was like "Oh, teeth! yaaay!!!"

But back to the subject....

This company that I'm going to wanted me. Like fought for me. After the drought and cap it was a little strange. I am hoping that its the right place for me. I'm concerned for a number of reasons. First (and sadly foremost) I made the chick who interviewed me jump, twice. In her defense, she is quite petite (read brittle) like a bird so quick movements of people bigger than her are of serious concern. but all I can think is that while on my best interviewing behavior I made her jump. What happens when I'm spatty on coffee, chocolate and Friday afternoon and wanna run around without my shoes and do stupid dances because "no one is watching"???? I might turn out to be the black sheep of the office. Sadly, a role I'm used to.

New Blogspot...bleech

I only have a wee bit o'battery left and Blogspot went and got all new...stupid.

So I'm back home with The Boy which is a V.E.R.Y. long story that I will try and share later.  But I've spent a few days with The Boy and that has been enjoyable.  Really.  Honestly. 

I spend the day listening to (and while I"m being honest here, watching) Nick Jr., Disney, PBS, and Sprouts.  I dance like Goofy and sing the Hot Dog song.  I've solved the energy crisis by pat pat pat pat patting that damn rocket all over the place for those Einstein kids.  And when he takes a nap and I get to reclaim my tv I don't watch CNN or HLN or even the stupid local news.  I watch the Kardashians or Couples Therapy on VH1 or What Not to Wear.  I believe that I can't go from this saccharine mind numbing children television to hard core real-life news.  I might cause a stress-fracture in my brain.  So in an effort to prevent any medical bills, brain injuries or ice cream headaches I am well versed on Baby Story and Behind the Music.  You're welcome Juanito.

Go ahead and pleasure yourself

Like I’ve mentioned here, I have been finding new blogs lately.  Expanding horizons if you will.  When I find one where I really like the writing style I tend to languidly browse through the archive to get a sense of who the writer is.  I hope that someone will have the pleasure of that here on this blog.  

what emo songs are made of....

Last night I had to run a late night errand, which had me driving around late(r) at night.  The Valley of the Sun has warmed to the point of orange blossoms invading every corner of the valley and the night air is refreshingly cool.  I was solo in my car with all the windows open (sunroof included) driving like I didn’t have a car seat in the back seat (‘cuz I didn’t) with the music blaring.  As I barreled down the freeway there was lightness to the moment, flight was imminent.  And instead of singing at the top of my lungs, which is how I normally roll, I sat back and felt the wind and the orange blossoms and momentum cleanse me, like a power washer.  I want to bottle the levity that I felt in those stolen moments because they have been few and far between these days.  I have never been so thankful for the bank night drop box being out of deposit envelopes forcing me to drive to other locations.