you'd get more blogs if i liked red bull

oh, my forgotten blog. not really forgotten, just not high on my priority list.

in a perfect world where i had far more energy, i would work, be a mommy, get all the housework done, exercise, and blog like a fiend. i get about 2.5 of those done, and i'll let you guess which ones.

the job situation appears to be getting better. after four ugly meetings where i finally lost my cool and defended myself with a really red face, i think most of the bumps are smoothing out. i like my job, i really do. i'm still not sure which of my co-workers to trust, though.

the little prince is growing like a weed, and cuter every day. i'm so proud to be his mama. his big gummy smile is the highlight of my day. we got pics of him yesterday at sears, and i ended up spending way more that i should have. and, the cd that was such a big selling point turned out to be all uneditted pics. that's a crock, if you ask me. to pay for that cd with no other purchase at all is $200. the pics were good, but not $200 uneditted good. i may use sears again, but i'm going to try not to fall for the collections and what they call "fine art" (all the collages, montages, and fancy stuff). it's hard when my son is so devastatingly good looking.

i can be candid and admit that it's easier for me to be a mother than to be a wife. i'll say two things about that and be done: i love my husband, and marriage is WORK.

life is a blur. i think an excellent gift to me would be to let me sleep, uninterrupted, for seventeen days.