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This is my interim kitchen desk.

The Boy is outside playing where I can see him (sort of), as is the Bluedog… And the baby is sleeping in her “sling” behind me. My desk is further inside the house (pictured here) but by being at the kitchen table, I am able to do about 12 things at the same time. And — the sling (also pictured here and here), which we like to call it because we aren’t going to refer to it as it’s real name, is probably the best thing to happen to babies and Moms lately… I highly recommend. That is unless you are on the team that thinks Fisher Price is the Devil… in which case, may I suggest removing your head from the bodily nether-regions. Say good-bye to crazytown. Because, WHATEVER, if it’s safe and the baby likes it — it works for me.

I have to do 12 things at once. Sometimes 13. And I know, WHY? We’ve discussed this several times before — the list making.. the obsessions, the NEEDS. But really, without getting all into it AGAIN, what is the big deal? I can overanalyze for hours.. until you stop hearing me and it all turns to white noise… Kind of like all of these political jackasses that think they are doing what is right for the American People… when I’m all DUDES – who the hell asked you to do ANYTHING.. that is, right before I crawl back under my rock where I pretend to ignore all things BUDGET, and OH YEAH, elections. But you know as well as I do that I just like to be busy.

Because, and here it is — THE POINT — remember that job offer I mentioned the other day? You know. The one that offered REAL money and the one that I, very appropriately, TURNED DOWN? Well — all things considered — I’ve allowed it to go to my head. (SHOCK.GASP. YAWN) That’s right. Aside from not having any of the required skills or time for the position, other than knowing about design and a few things blog, I have allowed the level of flattery to take me to places where I start to think that I could zero in, focus, and somehow turn this blog into something more functional. And, although I’m not quite sure where this inspiration will lead, I am starting to think more about the DIY’ers and the list makers — And I’m talking about the really good ones… coochicoos; eye blog; minor details; nonchalant mom; noodlehead; oh joy; paper+cup; re-nest (of course); not martha; small for big; ucreate; death by kerning, which is now called “pictures”, which is beyond lame… And a world of others that, if you dare, you can find shared over in the public resting area of my google account. The private area is well.. PRIVATE.

Design incorporation with a real life twist. I mean, the internet is vast as are the endless connections and references at my fingertips… it’s just a matter of getting started, letting it morph and then sprinkling in consistency… I’ve already started on the research — and considering last week’s offer, I think I might be good at it… that is unless they just wanted me for my charm and sparkling personality…Or, I know — for my GRACE, Right? And, I know, just waiting on the “IT” definition… but it’ll come to me, eventually.

 

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It all used to be so easy… if I didn’t want to go, I wouldn’t. If I wanted to go, sometimes I still wouldn’t. I guess that’s the problem with being a pseudo-introvert… That writes a very public account of everything–hypocrisy is SO much fun.

But today is Saturday, so no one is reading this, right? I can just sneak this in and whisper softly… because nothing has changed.

And I’m just using this visual because Sting called me and told me to write about my insecurity issues.

It remains the same.. if I have a meeting, I wait until the very last second thinking about how much I don’t want to go even though it will be painless and probably result in good things… How I am invited to parties and events and asked to be in on important causes… and I don’t participate and/or attend even though I want to and plan on it. How I am rather well connected but refuse to admit it. It isn’t unlike 13 years ago (dear god!) in college when I adopted the mantra of “Just Don’t Go” and would suggest it to friends… like it was THAT easy. You don’t want to go, so don’t. It was all very freeing and simple… Just Don’t Go. I remember thinking it when I was about to walk down the aisle… when I went into labor with Will, when all of the great things that have happened to me occurred… And look at me now.. I am already climbing over the fence… Running away… Hiding under my dining room table… In other words, I just bought my tickets to Blogher 2010, which is in August. And the fact that I just spent actual dollars might be the only thing that pushes me through the door. That and the idea of meeting some of you… FACE TO FACE. EYES TO EYES. So… if you are going… and you happen to glance out windows of the NYC Hilton and you see someone outside pasted up against the glass –  just leave me there and note that I went, but I didn’t at the same time. Let the games begin. 

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