T + 1

The amount of time I spent on my Union is mind numbing. I look at all the mornings in which I can now sleep, workout or talk on the phone just for fun if I want, and all the days I can spend writing for myself, playing or picking up a trip and I can't believe it took me so long to realize that the old theory "the back of one is the front of another" rings true for more than just old boyfriends.

I am beyond a slow learner. Relationship-retarded is a pretty good definition for my choices over the past 25 years or so. This last one served me especially well. What I learned is that I can't change anyone, I can't make anyone else magically happy and I had to quit that addicting habit when the bad consistently outweighed the good.

It's all good.

Fanny Packs and Moms

I won't name names or anything but why do moms insist on wearing the goober-iest clothing items in the name of comfort around their children. Seriously, I was quite comfortable in my sun dress and sandals. Why did my mom have to wear a fanny pack and a jacket tied around her waist? Or maybe it wasn't my mom, but I'm just saying.

Okay, there was a mom today wearing her fanny pack and no matter how much I protested, the mom wouldn't relent.

Either way, better to have a mom with a fanny pack than no mom at all so I'll let it go for now.

(Love you Mom)

Vampire-ess (or however you spell that)

Not so sure about joining the bat lady crowd. It's this subculture at LA with a bunch of self-entitled junior steward-i and the rest of us; people my age but with kids who want to be home. Not that I don't want to be home, but it would be nice to be awake during the day for a change.

Dallas for 3.5 hours. yuck

I was in the midst of loving the ease and stress-free activities with my job. Today was different - Dallas turn with a 3.5 hour sit. I was #1. That wasn't fun. Debating my bids for next month - I guess I need to do what's best for me and bid what works - what I want. I'm going to stay focused. That'll be a first.