"Because that's what Hell is all about - REPETITION. I think in our hearts, most of us know that ...."

It was so, so hard to come back to work today. Back to the same tired discussions and empty promises of change. Same feuds, personality issues, snarkiness ...

How do people wake up every day smiling, happy, ready to tackle the day?

How are people perpetually cheerful, positive, upbeat?

Is it something you learn? Something you're born with? A pleasant side effect of medication?

Really?

So the Weather Channel app has a social media component? Wha...?

I annoy myself

I've come to realize after all these years, that I have a tendency to use self-deprecating humor. A lot.

Does anyone else do that? Is anyone else ANNOYED that they do that?

I'm not saying it's great to be an egomaniac, but it seems pretty stupid to put yourself down. You have other people to do that for you! :)

But seriously ... if you accomplished something, why downplay it? Or why pick out the not-so-great things?

Hello again.

I feel so cliche with this blog. And with this obligatory "Gee I know it's been so long but I've been so busy but I promise to blog more" entry. There are so many mom bloggers out there now; it wasn't like that when I first began. I hate seeming like just another mom who thinks she has something to say that people want to read.

But the truth is, I miss blogging. So many times, there are thoughts I have but don't really feel like sharing on Facebook, or can't because I have some younger friends on there who probably shouldn't read them.

I miss my blog I had through the Reading Eagle several years ago; at the time, it seemed a good idea to quit. But I often regret it. With all the rah-rah parenting bullshit out there, I think it's nice to be honest about life as a parent -- and a woman -- right now, and the challenges and frustrations we face. I mean, you can't tell me all moms have it completely together all of the time, no matter what the sunshiney stories tell you in Mom-mags.

So. Here we go. Hopefully I will get a few more eyes on this thing ... like the old days.

Missing the red pen

I just had the chance to use my writing/editing skills for the first time in 1.5 years. I loved it. I loved the challenge. I have always loved the making-the-pieces-fit feeling of knowing when you nailed it, made even sweeter when a supervisor tells you that you nailed it.
God, I miss all that. I feel like my thoughts are too many, too varied and too scattered to piece together any decent piece of writing anymore. I don't get much opportunity as it is. It's no longer one of my main duties at work. And editing ... well, I sigh when I think of the times I'd groan about having to edit boring wire stories. I miss that now.
Guess it's the same old tired cliche ... you don't know what you've got until it's gone.

Birthday blues

I just turned 35.
For some reason, saying "thirty-five," whether in my head or out loud, sounds so ... old. For me.
I always found it a cheesy cliche when people pretended to hate their birthdays and bemoan being another year older.
But this year, I get it.
As I've been told, I have a dark and brooding personality. It doesn't take much to put me into a completely black mood.
All these feelings that attached themselves to my 35th birthday have sent me into a black, introspective mood.
I don't feel like I am 35. But not in the good way. Shouldn't I be more mature, mentally and emotionally? Shouldn't I be more secure, stronger, more in control?
I feel like I smacked right into middle age. But I don't feel like I should be that old.
Maybe it's time for meds.

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As if I needed another reason to be pissy!