It's almost Thanksgiving!
And you know what that means, right?PECAN PIE.Here is a list of things I'm procrasting on while thinking about pecan pie:1) Washing and/or folding laundry.2) Wondering how someone as lovely as Jennifer Lopez could so often have hair that is horribly and tragically wrong.3) Finishing any of the six (yes, I said six) books that I am currently writing.4) Wondering why every single person in my company waits until the week of Thanksgiving to get a massive project done when they have known about said massive project for months (at least).5) Also? Why I have to be involved in everything that is going on with everyone in #4.6) If I

Nobody said it would be easy to be here.
When I was in middle school? It pretty much sucked. I wore really horrible glasses. My family, being dirt-ass poor, could not afford any fine and shiny glasses for me. Even if they could? I really do not recall any fine and shiny glasses being available in 1986. I had the really HUGE coke-bottlesque glasses with my INITIALS IN GOLD on one side of the lens. Imagine the sexiness of that, if you will.In addition? I was pretty much hideously ugly. (And I don't want to hear it. I'm not fishing when I say that. I was FUGLY.) I was, at various times, madly in love with various boys. None of which even knew I existed. When my cousin visited last weeke

You take the good, you take the bad.
I got a raise.Okay, I know. I'm not supposed to TELL people when I get a raise. Stupid privacy and crap. Whateves. The majority of people who read this drivel don't know me or where I work or anything. So I'm not terribly concerned.It wasn't a huge raise, but I don't care. It's a RAISE. I'm LUCKY. People are getting fired all over and the economy is a load of crap. I'm extremely grateful for my job and I'm extremely grateful for what I get paid.I'm happy. And I tell Jason. And he's happy for me.And why wouldn't he be? The extra money means something to both of us. To all of us, actually.But he's quiet for a long time, and hours lat

Or at least not a jerk like your mama.
"I have a new motto," Boy Child told me quite seriously."Do you?""Yes. My new motto is...wait. Do you know what a motto is?""Yes.""Do you have a motto?""Mine is...'I like big butts. I cannot lie.'""What?""Never mind.""Okay, but mom? My motto is 'It's nice to be important, but more important to be nice.'""I like that one.""Yeah, me too. Because I'm pretty nice.""Yes you are.""All the girls say so.""I'll bet they do

Not alone.
I try really hard not to think about certain things. I'm not where I really want or need to be concerning the vast majority of things in my life and, as you can imagine, that's pretty much a huge bummer.It's not all bad, of course. The marriage is looking very positive these days (mostly because we are really a) stubborn b) in love c) committed to one another or d) all of the above). My husband got a new job, which is great. My work probably couldn't be much better. My kids kick so much ass.But overall? 2009 has been the Year of Massive Disappointment. A lot of it is my fault. I know this. I'm hugely overworked. I expect a LOT of myself...way more than an