holiday

I just witnessed the most incredible break-down from a four-year-old. At least I think she was four or around that age. But let me tell you buddy this girl was fierce for a little person.

I was heading to the store to pick up some last minute things for our European holiday that starts in about seven hours and there was an otherwise totally adorable little brown-haired girl WAILING at the top of her lungs. I mean screaming. This little girl was angry and only getting angrier as her poor mom tried to restrain her and in her best effort remain in control despite the fact that her daughter is causing a holy raucous on 70th and West End.

All I could think was what the "f" would I do? And secondly, "man that woman looks friggin great for having a kid." I wish I looked like that now and I don't even have kids although I did not envy her on the ground trying to keep her daughter running away into the traffic.

But I can relate to this little girl. She doesn't WANT TO CALM DOWN. Which is what the little girl kept wailing back at her poor mom. And I can understand. I'm in a cranky mood and irritable and not the way I imagined feeling hours before a trip of a lifetime.

I keep telling myself to stop being being angry but sometimes I CAN'T STOP BEING MAD. 

I'm irritated because I feel unprepared for this trip. I didn't do enough research. I don't have reservations lined up for our anniversary dinner. It would've been nice to do a cooking class in Paris or at least managed to learn some key phrases in French.

And I had to go to work today and it's a really bad idea to start a new job and after 2 weeks go on vacation for two weeks. They told me it would be ok but it's really not.

I'm irritated that my husband already has the layout of every city we are visiting down pat whereas I can't even remember what avenue the sandwich shop down the street is on.

I'm irritated that my mother-in-law will probably feel the need to call us at the hotels because she HAS to talk to her almost 40 year old son every friggin day or even worse that my husband will buy a calling card right away to call her thus enabling her neurotic behavior.

I'm irritated that all this bothers me.

I sure wish I had time to have gotten that pedicure. 

au revoir!

best of intentions

I had such big plans for this blog.  I wanted to do a series of “imitation is the best form of flattery posts” in honor of some of my all fave blogs I’ve discovered in the past year and a half.  An apartment tour like they do on the home decor blogs or a fashion entry like all the adorable nesties on the beauty and fashion board do…but what can I say? Here’s to the best of intentions.

Here’s all I can offer you. A “before” and “after” shot courtesy of my husband who decided if you’re gonna paint one wall might as well paint them all.

We live in an ugly building. It’s a high rise; it has no character. It’s a cookie cutter. But it’s in the city (important) it’s recently remodeled and clean (super duper important) and it fits all our Ikea furniture. (also important)

It’s been a challenge to make it feel cozy. We painted most of the walls a lovely gray. But this one last wall was left behind.

We decided to take the color plunge and paint it this bold color.

We’re renters. If it sucks the lease will be up eventually.

Anyway here you go.

  

                                                   BEFORE

       

                                             AFTER

Here's another angle

                                             BEFORE

                                             and AFTER

The pictures look a bit pathetic clearly I am no 'Young House Love,'

I’m pretty sure Julie is thinking that the shelf is too high.  I think you may be right.

Oh well.

Till next time.

perfect

Do you want to know what time it is? It's almost one o'clock in the morning. And do you wanna know where I WISH I was?  IN BED! next to my snoring, angelic husband.

And where am I? In front of a computer agonizing over a cover letter that will probably never see the light of day.

I know we haven't really talked about this but I started a new job. Not really "new" because I worked at this same place earlier this year. Here's the thing after my second day back I wanted to FAKE MY DEATH just to get out of this job. So anyway I got to thinking the only way I could really get out of this job and not feel like crap for being a quitter would be if I got another job offer for the perfect job.

Ha! Fat chance I know.

But I actually got on the computer and did a  little search for jobs. I can't remember the last time I actually even went on one of those job websites. They get depressing after awhile because you realize all the jobs out there suck so you become content in working your stay-at-home job that has nothing to do with your career.

So anyway there it was-the perfect job for me. p.e.r.f.e.c.t. has my name written all over it. 

And I applied right away on the "official" company website which means I wasted a good two hours of my life because ain't nobody gonna get hired for this job that applied through the "official" company website. 

And so now I scheme. How do I get my resume to be seen at the perfect job. You gotta go straight to the top-the big dog-the boss. I found a name. Problem.  I do not have an email address. I have a good guess of this person's email. I shall try.

But wait-this is not enough of an effort for perfect job. I must do more. I don't have much options here. Do I send through snail mail? Does anyone even send their resume in the mail. I am sure the assistant to big boss will intercept my resume and cover letter I have painstakingly agonized over and THROW IT AWAY. big boss can't be bothered with this.

I don't think this story is going to end well. I'm pretty certain how this will turn out. I will not get p.e.r.f.e.c.t. job.