First off, thank you so much for your comments and congrats! The only word to describe how I’ve felt the last few days has been “overwhelmed.”
I’m overwhelmed by the magnitude of the opportunity I have before me. I’m overwhelmed by how much I need to do before I head to London. I’m overwhelmed by the kindness of others. And I won’t forget it. None of it. This has just been too great.
Because of time constraints, the bulk of my blogging is going to be at I Am A Super Woman for awhile. I really, really, really want the head blogging position, so any way you can contribute to this goal (reading posts, leaving thoughtful comments, and clicking stars to rate each post) is so appreciated. I’ll be tweeting links to new posts as I publish them.
I’m one of 10 finalists for the head blogging job at the Alicia Keys site I Am A Super Woman! I’m so excited I could jog through Central Park smiling or do myriad other crazy things I wouldn’t normally do.
It feels really, really good to be close enough to look up opportunity’s nostrils. I’m standing here thinking, “Wow. Opportunity is just like me. How can I get him to glance over here? Maybe if I start jogging maniacally and smiling?”
So yes, that is a bad personification. And I need to settle down and take off my sneakers before someone gets some exercise.
Exciting news: I’m one of 60 finalists for a head blogging job at I Am A Super Woman, an online community for women founded by Alicia Keys!
Being considered for this job is hugely exciting for a few reasons. One being “OhmygodAliciaKeys! GirlIloveher!” (Sorry. Excited. Hugely). Another being that I’d be able to be a professional blogger and help launch a web property with an empowering mission I believe in. Yet another being that I’d get to travel for work.
I appreciate all the support and encouragement you’ve given me over the years, and guess what? I’m going to ask for more.
Mike started this whole gringo-fied Mexican food lunch trend, and I had to continue it. Like him, I bought a rotisserie chicken and started to think about what I could put it inside to make a simple meal.
Then the clouds parted, and a deep voice like that of James Earl Jones, but more judgmental, boomed, “Chimichangassssss….”
Oh, blast. I’m starting to feel like I’ve created a food blog. This is not a good situation for me, a person who thinks of food mostly in terms of “ewww” and “meh,” with the highest rating being “good.”
For me, life is more about burning calories than consuming them. I mean, I still cut the crust off my sandwiches.
Last night I ate lobster with a companion. I shook a claw tentatively and squeaked, “Can I name him?”
I remember the first time I shopped at H&M on a trip to NYC. The chain doesn’t exist in Texas, so when I wore my new, affordable duds, everyone asked where I got them.
Project MAMM marches on, though the last few weeks have been difficult for Mike and me to coordinate due to scheduling and laziness and the love child of them both - procrastination.
And you know who’s been the bigger advocate of the program? I don’t want to say I’m the more committed member of the team or anything, but yeah. I’m Tiger-Woods-in-a-sex-addiction-treatment-center committed.
Minus the disappointed, ass-kicking wife.
Actually, I’m also my own disappointed, ass-kicking wife.
My body’s going through some tough stuff this week. You may have read about it in a Judy Blume book or five back in the day.
My estrogen-heavy internal organs are getting divorced. Or maybe they’re feuding friends who miss bonding over training bras and secret crushes.
All I know is I’m so cranky, I could cut a bitch. And so ravenous, I would probably then eat said bitch. With that leftover Manchego cheese in my refrigerator.
