Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Fiance is on a 13-hour flight right now, coming home after a month abroad with his parents. I can hardly wait to pick him up from the airport.

I am all over the place emotionally this week. I haven't been "home" (like, where I live) in 5 months and I have a bit of anxiety over moving into a new apartment and going back to work after all this time. I also have guilt and sad feelings over leaving my family, as I always do. Kid Sister #2 is hell-bent on returning to Texas and Mother seems open to allowing them to spend spring break or part of the summer with me, which is great news. At the very least I can focus on that. Still, it's hard when, for example, a 3 year old makes a pouty face and says, "But I going to miss you." There are no defenses against that, really.

In addition, I have so much cleaning/packing/farewelling to do in only a couple of days and I'm swamped with work from the office. Dude.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

I'm a Beautiful Blogger, Apparently


I have been nominated for the Beautiful Blogger Award by the lovely Amanda at The Blog Jar. Yay! It has taken me so long to repost this because I am struggling to think of 7 interesting things about myself :P

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The rules:

1) Thank the person who nominated me for this award. - Thanks, Amanda!

2) Copy the award & place it on my blog.

3) Link to the person who nominated me for this award.

4) Tell everyone 7 interesting things about myself.

5) Nominate 7 bloggers.

6) Post links to the 7 blogs I nominate.

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7 interesting things about me:

1) I have a... not so much a scar as a slit or small opening... on my tongue. When I was in high school I had one of those Cry Baby lollipops and it literally cut my tongue open, it was so sour.

2) I have fully attached earlobes. According to my high school biology teacher, this is a recessive trait that is rare. When she tallied the class, I was like 1 in 2 kids out of 30 who had them. Or maybe I was the only one. I don't remember, it was almost 12 years ago.

3) I attended Beatlefest two years in a row. I was one of the youngest people there but certainly not alone. There were kids running around in Sgt. Pepper costumes.

4) I met Fiance online. Practically everyone in my life knows this, and no one in his. He comes from a different culture that is a bit wary of things like that. (Ours is too, depending on who you talk to!)

5) Perhaps 9 years ago I tried my hand at a recipe I found on the internet for a pecan dessert (it's pie-esque) made with Ritz crackers. It was such a wild hit that I have made it every year since and it is still a hit everywhere I bring it. (Case in point, a Christmas party I just went to on Dec. 23.) I don't like taking credit for the pie since it was an internet recipe and is super easy but people go crazy for it.

6) I asked Kid Sister #1 for an interesting thing about me, and she said, "You like to travel around the world."

7) Same question to Kid Sister #2, who is very literal. "You're wearing a silk pajama top over a t-shirt and sweatpants, and striped fuzzy socks."

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Now, time for my 7 nominations:

Monday, December 21, 2009

To Do List for the day

  • Find food coloring for baking Christmas cookies. I lost it somewhere.

  • Upload photos onto Mother's digital photo frame (Christmas present) while she is at work.

  • Make a dent in cleaning out my old bedroom since Sister is considering a move.

  • Do laundry.

  • Start packing.

  • Call and harass my former property management company since it has been 5 months since I left the apartment in great shape and still no deposit returned to me.

  • Think about/order Baby Sister's birthday present.

  • Exercise.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Starting to have many more down moments than up ones. Is it Fiance’s absence? Is it the impending end of my time with family and friends? Is the holidays that, though I love them, highlight all of the holes and dark, empty spaces?

Maybe it’s just PMS.

Monday, December 07, 2009

Fiance has been gone for 12 days. He'll be back in 3 weeks. Painful, I tell you. But we are getting through. I have my sisters to ease the pain, and he has his servants and swimming pool :)

After several years, I am starting to resent my work as a ghostwriter. It is draining to never get credit for your work, to have it go to someone else who hasn't done anything. I know this is what I get paid for, but it is hard. I just saw some feedback on an article I wrote. My boss, who supposedly wrote it, was hailed by the magazine editor as one of the top writers on this subject in business. (Would they still find it so compelling if they knew it did not come from a middle-aged CEO, but from an underpaid 20-something woman?) Such a high compliment for my work, but it didn't go to me. And instead of feeling good about it, I feel like crap.