Wednesday, December 23, 2009

He's Real!



Yesterday, on my way to an interview, I found myself next to Santa at a stoplight.

I think that was the coolest damn thing I have ever seen.

When I came home, I could not wait to show Kylie the picture I snapped of him.

Her reaction?

"I knew he was real, Mommy! I knew it!"

God, I love her.

Friday, December 18, 2009

The Lucky One

“I think this must be how healing happens, this edging away with a broken wing, asking the universe to tend to our mending with beauty and goodness and grace. For every wounded place inside us, a wholeness whispers; for every muddied and familiar effort, a clear and gentle current already flows beneath us, waiting to carry us safely toward unknown shore.”

This is the story of how my blog got me fired.

Yes, really.

I could be really bitter and angry, and I could write about how apparently freedom of speech does not exist any longer, but I'm really not bitter or angry. I'm actually pretty damn pleased with myself.

This all actually happened a week ago; last Thursday to be exact. I won't really go into details because they are actually quite boring, even to me. And the entire experience is quite foggy in my mind. I think I have somewhat blocked it out of my memory. I've gotten pretty good at doing that with things lately. If I don't think about it, it simply must not have happened. Only this really happened.

It is amazing how quickly you find yourself moving from "normal" to "what the hell just happened?". I was actually in shock for quite awhile. I got in my car in the parking lot and tried to call my mom, but I could not remember how to use my phone. I just punched buttons until someone that sounded like my mom said, "Hello?" I don't remember the drive home. The only thing that I recall is that I drove under the speed limit. Suddenly, I wasn't in a hurry to get anywhere.

So why do I consider myself to be the "lucky one?" Here's why...

It took getting fired for me to realize that my life isn't all about work. Meeting deadlines and giving feedback and checking voicemail suddenly didn't matter. I cleaned out my DayRunner and my work bag (the one that weighed as much as a small child), and with every paper that I threw away, I felt more and more free. Those conference call notes that seemed so important when I wrote them? Unimportant. The never-ending "to do" lists that I will never finish? They no longer mattered in the least. I deleted dozens of contacts from my BlackBerry, people that mattered to me in the corporate world last week and last month, but now could not have mattered less. My inbox was suddenly empty.

It was incredibly freeing.

I am lucky because my friends and family spent hours upon hours on the phone with me last Thursday night. They were all as shocked as I was. My guy came over and sat in my living room with me immediately after and listened to me babble incoherently about God knows what. I think I was too mystified to string together a complete sentence. And even though he saw me at my worst, he keeps coming back (**NOTE** he dumped me the day after I posted this, but whatever**). My phone rang nonstop with people wondering what happened. No one could believe that it was ME who got canned. But you know what? I learned that I am not exempt from anything. Bad things happen to everyone. Learn your lesson and move on.

I moved on.

I spent a lot of time thinking about what to write in this posting, mostly because I know a lot of people (who would otherwise not read my blog) are probably watching it right now. There are people out there who want me to fail, but I will not do it. I once came across a list of things that a person should experience in order to have a fulfilled life. "Getting fired" was on the list. At the time, I didn't understand it. Now I do.

I had an entire week to sit around in my pj's and watch the Dateline episodes that I DVR'd over the past six months. I ate junk food and paced around. I accomplished absolutely nothing worth mentioning. It was liberating and amazing to not be on a schedule. I had time for friends. I had time for reading books that have been stacked on my nightstand for an endless amount of time. For once, I had time for me.

Getting fired was one of the best things that has ever happened to me.

I am, by far, the lucky one.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Mommy Guilt

Yesterday blew ass.

As far as bad days are concerned, it was not the worst by any means. But that doesn't make it suck any less.

It all started this weekend. Kylie stayed with Chuck on Saturday night, so by the time she came home on Sunday afternoon, she was really good and crabby. For the record, she is always crabby and angry when she returns from one of the two overnights she has with him each month. (Apparently, he is so busy with his new girlfriend and her two-year-old that he simply cannot spare any more time for Kylie.) He and I have lived apart for two years, so one might think that she would be used to it by now; however, things are simply not that easy. It took me years to come to terms with my own parents' divorce, so I completely understand where Kylie is coming from. Sunday night, she tearfully told me that she wishes that Rat Bastard (she actually called him "Daddy," not RB) and I were back together. She also said that she felt like it was her fault that we weren't together. Every divorced kid goes through this, I know. But it still breaks my heart.

Yesterday morning, Kylie was super crabby. She did not want to get up for school, she did not want to get dressed, she did not want breakfast. You name it. The only thing running through my mind was how she was going to miss the bus, which would directly cause me to be late for work. We spent a good ten minutes fighting about which shoes she would wear, during which I'm sure my neighbors were frantically searching for the number to DSS because I am clearly a heartless, angry bitch of a mom to yell at my child about her sneakers. At the bus stop, Kylie was teary and sad (because I am a heartless, angry bitch of a mom). When her bus came and she climbed on, her bus driver asked her if she was okay and gave her a hug. Kylie glared at me as I waited for the bus to pull away as if to say, "Screw you, mommy. At least someone loves me."

Thus began the Mommy Guilt.

Mommy Guilt is the worst kind. All Mommies have it at some point. It's the guilt that stems from forgetting to pack your child's lunch on field trip day. It's the guilt that presents itself when you make her wear a dirty polo to her uniform-only school because you were too tired to do laundry the previous night. It's the guilt that you find yourself wallowing in because your ex-husband is a total douchebag, and as much as you attempt to compensate for his worthlessness, you know it will never be enough.

Mommy Guilt is the worst kind.

I spent a good chunk of my drive to work crying. (I was overdue for a pity party anyway.) About two-thirds of the way to work, I decided that I had to pull myself together. I cranked up the volume on my Lady GaGa cd and started to sing along. Kylie is resilient, and so am I. We can handle anything. How bad is a little argument about getting dressed when she knows that I love her more than anything on the planet? Seriously. Lady GaGa always puts me in a better mood. Then, without warning...

THUMP! THUMP! BUMP!

I found myself careening into something big, hairy, and bloody. (Insert screaming and yelling of obscenities here.) I don't know what it was; I only know that the car in front of me must have hit it first. It was disgusting and incredibly traumatizing. I was absolutely horrified. I started crying all over again. I still can't get the image out of my mind. (Today, I refused to drive in the far right lane all the way to work, as if whatever-it-was would be there waiting for me.) I do not enjoy running over things at 70 mph. I felt absolutely terrible. I have only run over an animal one other time in my entire driving career (a squirrel in high school). My dad's response to the squirrel incident was, "I'll bet you cried all the way home, didn't you?" Some things never change.

Looking back, I think that Running-Over-Animals Guilt ranks right up there with Mommy Guilt. Sigh.

Friday, December 4, 2009

100th Post

I have been blogging for one whole year. It was something that I always wanted to do, but I was really intimidated by getting started. I was born to be a procrastinator. Jumping in feet first is scary to me.

Last November, Will Smith was on Oprah to discuss his (at the time) new movie, Seven Pounds. He made a statement about rebirth while he was on the show, and it hit me the right way. But in all of my haste to rewind the DVR over and over in a desperate attempt to write the quote down, I somehow deleted it. My bad.

This led me on a manhunt via the internet to find the quote. I simply had to have it. Embroider it on a pillow, tattoo it on my arm, stamp it on a t-shirt. I found the quote here (make sure you read the quote!). I was hooked. This was the first blog I started to follow. I couldn't read enough. And I suddenly had the inspiration that I needed to start one of my own.

In honor of my 100th post (which is probably only a big deal to me), I have accumulated 100 things about me. In no particular order. Learn something new about me...you may find yourself surprised. And slightly entertained.


Here goes:


1. I always yell "Wheeeeeee......!!!!!" when I change lanes on the interstate. And then I laugh like a maniac.

2. I could not make it across a set of monkey bars if my life depended on it.

3. My favorite flower is the Sweet Pea.

4. There is not a fashionable bone in my body, yet I have managed to make a career out of it. Oh, the irony.

5. My dream job was to be a writer. Then it was to be a teacher, but I was so afraid of being in front of a room full of kids that I didn't pursue it.

6. I keep four different colors of post-it notes in my car. Just in case I need to label something on my way to work.

7. I still get just as excited as a little kid when I see airplanes in the sky.

8. I have never mowed grass in my entire life.

9. My ears start burning just before I cry. It's annoying.

10. Making left hand turns in traffic scares me so much that I will go miles out of my way to find a stoplight with a left green arrow.

11. I wrote an entire novel when I was 10, but I thought it was horrible and threw the entire thing away. I regret that so much, not because it ever would have been published, but because it was such a big part of me.

12. I have incredible social anxiety. As in, diagnosed by a real live shrink. I joke about hating people (I do), but I am really just afraid of them.

13. I own exactly two purses. I don't understand how some women are obsessed with them.

14. I would rather be in Michigan.

15. I cannot pass a mirror without looking in it. Not that I always like what I see in it, but I always look.

16. My entire reason for dating is so that my mom and I will have something to laugh about on the phone.

17. I think that people who resort to taking their facebook profile pics in their cars are uncreative losers. Especially if they have their sunglasses on. (For the record, I have only done this once.)

18. I fully believe in fate and karma. I watch for signs in everything.

19. My favorite number is 19. I'm not telling any of you why, but it isn't because of anything kinky like you're probably thinking.

20. Escalators freak me out.

21. I only do dishes when I run out of clean spoons. My kitchen is always a wreck.

22. I micro-analyze everything that I eat. I'm convinced that I have an eating disorder, but I can't figure out which one it is.

23. I compulsively check for mold on bread before I make a sandwich. (see #22)

24. I will eat things that fall on the floor if no one is looking.

25. I have been in love exactly three times in my entire life. I worry excessively that there will not be a number four.

26. I find it really hard to sit still. I come home and pace around my apartment until it's time to go to bed. Relaxing takes work. Pacing is easier.

27. I once lost my mind at PetSmart when a lady called me "crazy." I drove a shopping cart into her car with mine. I know I looked like a total lunatic, but it was incredibly liberating.

28. I hate Hello Kitty.

29. I am determined to make my 29th year my best one yet.

30. I am so freaked out about turning 30 that I am considering taking the week of my birthday off and hibernating.

31. I would rather scrapbook than breathe.

32. I tweeze my eyebrows in my car (in my driveway) because the lighting is better than in my bathroom.

33. I have kept a journal since I knew how to write. When I die, they must be burned.

34. I skipped my high school prom because I couldn't get a date. Instead, I went on a road trip to some random town in Tennessee with Jen. We got really drunk in a hotel room, and we amused ourselves by taking pictures of a hairy comb that we found in one of the nightstand drawers.

35. I have lived in my apartment for over two years and have never mopped my floors. In fact, I don't even own a mop.

36. I never buy the same shampoo twice.

37. I only use Bath and Body Works lip balm. I have tubes of it in my purse, my car, and my nightstand.

38. I hate water. I hate going into the ocean. I hate lakes. I will sit on the beach all day long, but I am not getting wet.

39. I can't sleep on dark colored sheets or flannel sheets.

40. I have had insomnia since I was a little kid. When I actually sleep through the night, I wake up shocked and amazed.

41. I painted my living room chocolate brown one time because I saw it in a magazine. Even though it looked like a dungeon, I refused to change it because I spent so much money on paint. And because painting is hard work!

42. I sing really loud when I am in my store by myself. On more than one occasion, I have turned around to realize that I had an audience. So embarrassing.

43. I talk to myself all the time.

44. I prefer silver to gold.

45. I have gone on two dates (with two different guys) that involved graveyards.

46. I am so OCD about things that I find it really hard to be around myself sometimes.

47. I refuse to wear colored nail polish on my fingernails.

48. I get really nervous when sirens fly past my apartment. Like they're going to stop at my house and take me away or something.

49. I cannot parallel park. I try randomly, as though I will have magically mastered it in my sleep. (I have not.)

50. I am convinced that food tastes different (and not in a good way) if you eat it in the bathroom.

51. My favorite t-shirt came from Goodwill. I bought it a decade ago.

52. I secretly love to watch football.

53. The smell of wild onions reminds me of playing outside with my brother when we were kids.

54. I finally came to the realization that if I want a porch swing and a white picket fence, I damn well better find a way to get it for myself.

55. For the first nine years of my life, I was convinced that I was adopted. Sometimes, I still wonder.

56. I volunteer at my daughter's school because I prefer the kids to grownups. There is nothing better than a roomful of little people who think you are the coolest thing since peanut butter.

57. On a given day, I use as many as 15 different hair products. I am trying to find a magic formula.

58. I refuse to close the bathroom door when I'm at home.

59. I don't consider dishes completely clean unless they have been washed in the dishwasher.

60. My favorite thing to do with Kylie is dance to VH1 videos of Lady GaGa, Carrie Underwood, and Taylor Swift in our living room. Usually with the curtains open, so that our neighbors can get a little glimpse of how we entertain ourselves.

61. I hate the frappucino's that have coffee in them.

62. Vintage art is my favorite.

63. I hate watching cheesy chick flicks and sci-fi movies.

64. Every now and then, I will go an entire week of eating nothing but cereal and macaroni because I am tired of eating everything that I know how to cook.

65. I refuse to have more than two bumper stickers on my car at one time, and I only put them on my back windshield. Because putting them on your bumper is simply tacky.

66. I never put away my laundry. I wash it, dry it, and then throw it on my floor until I wear it again. Then I repeat the process.

67. I think fake flowers defeat the purpose.

68. I considered not attending my own high school graduation because I was so freaked out about being in front of all of those people. I only went so my mom wouldn't be disappointed.

69. I am obsessed with photographs.

70. My dancing is shameful. I thought of making a youtube video, but then I realized that I would probably have no friends.

71. Sometimes I call Kylie "dude."

72. I once ripped the driver's side mirror off of my car because I got too close to one of those big blue mailboxes when I was trying to put something in.

73. It took me three years to learn how to do a cartwheel. I was convinced that after that, I could be a gymnast. Not.

74. I only eat one thing on my plate at a time. No mixing.

75. I update my facebook status a zillion times every day.

76. I can't stand twitter.

77. I always ask for extra ice in my soda at drive thrus.

78. I have to-do lists in my purse, my planner, and my BlackBerry, yet I feel completely disorganized.

79. I attempt to morph into Mariah Carey in the shower. I can't believe my neighbors haven't complained yet.

80. Will wear the same jeans for three or four days in a row if I know I won't see the same people.

81. I cannot snap my fingers.

82. I secretly want to be Lady GaGa. She is just the coolest damn person ever.

83. I can't go to sleep if my closet door is open because I am convinced that someone is going to jump out of it (as if they couldn't just open the door!).

84. It took ten years to finally realize that dating my brother's friends is a BAD idea.

85. I became a vegetarian three years ago partly because I was convinced that I was going to give myself salmonella.

86. I use my GPS to drive home from work because I like the company.

87. Sometimes when I'm home alone, I eat dinner right out of the pan with a spatula just because I can.

88. I spend as much money on hair products as I do my power bill every month.

89. I never return things to other stores myself. I always ask my sales associates to do it for me.

90. I once tried to clear a clog in my bathroom drain with a toilet plunger.

91. I can hear my cell phone vibrate from across a crowded room.

92. I am obsessed with those "Pass it On" billboards that are all over the interstate. They inspire me to be less of a cold-hearted, vengeful bitch.

93. There is a certain brand of bottled water that I refuse to drink simply because I dated one of their ad execs in college. Like its tainted or something.

94. I always want a boyfriend until I have one. I once dumped a guy because his socks didn't match.

95. I don't consider myself to be very girly, but apparently everyone else disagrees.

96. I really should have married that guy from my college sociology class.

97. I quit therapy because I was afraid that my shrink was judging me.

98. I am becoming a pro at avoiding things that I know will hurt me. Maybe this is a sign that I have finally grown up.

99. Until recently (as in, two weeks ago), I thought that cotton came from sheep.

100. In the past year, I have cut loose of some chains, eliminated some baggage, and made peace with a lot of my demons. I never thought I would be able to say that. I have never been happier.


It has been a terrific year.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Un-Fashionable


Kylie and I were putting some old photos into new albums a week or so ago, and I came across a picture of her from our Michigan trip a couple of years ago. She was playing in the park and wearing a really cute necklace.


Me: "Baby, why don't you ever wear your necklaces anymore? You have so many, and they're so pretty."

Kylie: "Mommy, I'm just not into being fashionable right now." (She must have picked up the word 'fashionable' from me talking about work.)

Me: "Really? Why not? Don't you want to be like Mommy? I'm pretty fashionable."


She looked point blank at me and said, "No Mommy, you're really not."

At least she's honest.