Stuff and Things

Well, I have to confess I didn't get far at all.  Dave had to work late and by the time I fed the boy and put him to bed, it was just too late to go out for a run.  Better luck tonight, I hope.

I did manage to gain a pound, though, so that's some additional motivation.  To clarify, that's motivation to run tonight, not to reject that delicious box of cookies the hubs brought home last night.  I'm only human.

Not that anyone asked, but I thought I'd clarify that Kate Reddy is the protagonist in "I Don't Know How She Does It" by Allison Pearson.  And I hated this character.  Hated.  Her.  I'm really not even sure why I felt so compelled to finish the book.  I found the writing a bit tedious, albeit occassionally funny, and that was really all the book had to offer.  No plot whatsoever.  Okay.  We get it.  She's busy.  She doesn't have time for anyone but herself and her fabulous career.  Oh and her not-even-the-least-bit-convinving e-mail affair.  Yeah.  We get it.  Motherhood and Hedge-fund Management don't mix well.  I recommend this book only as a means of having someone else to complain to about that horrible mother Kate Reddy.  Did I mention I hated her?

Work is blah today.  I have no desire to get anything done so the work is just piling up while I sit here biting my nails and drinking free coffee.  I'm really looking forward to my long weekend.  I have my usual Friday off and my mom and dad will be gone till Tuesday night visiting my sis at college, so I'll be home with the boy.  That's FIVE whole days!  I better start thinking about how to fill them.

Lately, as much as I try to convince myself that stuff does not make me happy, I want stuff anyways.  Like a new digital camera.  And laser eye surgery.  And pretty, pretty teeth.  And a leather jacket.  And to be able to buy a laptop for my husband.  And tile floors instead of carpet under the highchair.  And a savings account with actual money in it.  And a new hairdo.  And I should really stop now before this gets out of hand.  Because what I want more than any of it?  Is to not have to drive away every morning to the sight of my beautiful boy blowing kisses from my mom's porch. 

Comments

[Garrison Steelle]

Without wanting to sound like a credit card commercial, some things truly are priceless. :)

-G

[David]

Honey, you really shouldn't have to struggle under that burning, insatiable desire to buy me a laptop. You're a strong person but no one should have to bear a burden like that.

Let go. Free yourself from that demonic weight pressing down on your soul.

...

Dude! I'm getting a Dell!

[Amanda]

I was thinking about it more this morning as I drove off and realized that with my current job I'll likely never buy all the stuff I want anyways.

And Dude! you gettin' a Dell is all about gettin' a bonus. Chop! chop!