Stream of Consciousness

This will be my last blog for a while because between now and the end of May I have:

 

2 rotary speeches, and 2 seminars. The speeches are short and sweet. 1 of the seminars will be easy. The other I’m nervous about. It’s a new setting and is 4 hours long. But its ok, Bobby doesn’t know it yet but he’s going to teach a 30 minute section on sign language. He does know a few words so it's not totally inconceivable. This is personally amusing because we have a friend who is deaf and we taught him all the bad words. And maybe the sign for “beer”, ya know, the essentials…Should be a interesting class.

 

1 anniversary and 1 wedding weekend. The Anniversary is ours, the wedding is not. Thank God. I mean. Never mind. (2 people are laughing and they adore me and that’s all that matters.) Weddings are good. Good are weddings.

 

1 major dental appointment- This sucks because the longer I wait, the bigger the monster seems to grow in my imagination. Like I’m now thinking maybe the fact that I did so good last time was a fluke and something will go bizarrely wrong next time. So I’m thinking if I just smile with my upper teeth and to learn to drink all my meals I really don't need this last appointment. Plus we could go to DisneyWorld with the savings.

 

1 demo to edit, - no I’m not finished because I’m too dumb to upload it, but thanks for asking. But I stare at the raw footage tape everyday thinking if I just concentrate hard enough, it shall appear on the screen.

 

And 1 major pain in the ass project that I thought would take a month at the very most. We're going on three months. What’s worse is he has my next 3 projects line  up. Hello? Pay for first one please. Or at least a letter of intent? Geez he thinks because I’ve been unemployed for the last decade and I sleep with him I should do it on blind faith. Oh, I guess I should huh? Damnit.

 

So why am i writing this? Because I deserved a break. And I have more stuff running through my brain. Like what you ask?

 

Important stuff like should I get a perm? I’m letting my hair grow out and it looks good in a pony tail but kinda stringy down. But if I get a bad perm do i wear a hat at the wedding? or should I do something totally insane and dye my hair. but it’s a slippery slope because i don't think you can dye it just once. (Bobby, Do You REALLY think I’m gonna grow gray gracefully? Silly boy, gray hair is only for men.)

 

Like… I need clothes and suitcases for our trip to Seattle to the wedding. I should shop. Yes I have a suitcase Bobby but I’m thinking I want a cute one with wheels for all of our future trips.

 

Like…   can I beat Nicholas into sweetness? A few weeks ago his mouth got him into a lot of trouble at school. (just a note, not like detention but it was a huge deal around here) And since than I’m wondering where did I go wrong. God made him healthy, Bobby made him smart. And I thought I could make him kind. So where the hell did he get that freaking temper and smartass mouth? Nicholas is a sweet kid. Every night at 8:45 on the dot he jumps into my lap and tells me how much he loves me and kisses and hugs me… and his bedtime is 8:30. And. Oh. Ohhhh. Little *!@#$%^&*

 

Like… Am I fat or not? Three weeks ago at a family function, my aunt called me fat. It’s a Vietnamese family. Its not rude, it’s “loving constructive criticism.” And that’s my sweet aunt. (if you haven’t seen me lately, don't go spreading rumors, I’m not like the Pillsbury dough girl or nothing. what makes this funny is 3 days later, my mom says I’m too skinny. I’m serious. So which is it folks? Hello?

 

Like… has my husband finally trained me? Say it isn’t so… We each have our own teeny tiny fun accounts. And we can do whatever we want. Yesterday he told me to look for a package coming in the mail. I assumed he could either shoot or smoke it? Neither. Hello. Really? Seriously? I’m still confused. This is like a marriage shocker. what a very odd purchase. It’s a GPS software map for Europe and

 

OH MY GOD our anniversary is in two weeks. HE’S TAKING ME TO Europe and is trying to worm out of taking me his beautiful wife to the international festival so he can finish filming our project because he has a contract that will pay for our trip… and for my next fantasy I shall run the new York city marathon in a bikini. Yes he has a master plan for his strange purchase but I’m still not grasping the concept. It just threw me off.

 

I guess while these random thoughts run through my brain I should try and get some work done… ooo pretty high boots, I need pretty high boots for the trip. Yup gonna get tons of work done today.