Roller Coaster

It feels like lately that things just ping pong back and forth between professional and personal highs and lows. I feel like every little glimmer of sun that breaks through the oppressive cloudiness we have had, sends another car on the track either climbing or tumbling. Tom is off to London on Sunday, work is great, Max is regressing in his potty training, I made it to spin, a work project came back from the printer screwed up, I might manage to get a haircut ... up and down ... here comes the sun ... uh-oh ... hang on for the next swing of the pendulum.

Balance: To maintain the center of gravity of a body within the base of support with minimal postural sway.

I am swaying like a palm tree in a storm ... look out.

Gripe Day/Gift Day

So it is not cute when glazed donut handed son uses the back of my dress as a napkin on the same day as my employee review, but to counter that gripe day, he did say "pardon me, I did not hear what you said," rather than "huh?" when he misheard me; gift day.

@change_for_iran

I've become a little obsessed with following the Iran elections on twitter. I have forgone all traditional news for it. I think that there is something in the immediacy that engages me, like when we used to get AP breaking news on the wire when I was in TV. A shred of news would come in a bullet and we would stay glued to AP Newscenter watching the story get confirmed and developed while working the phones for our own sourced news. It was a race to see who could confirm first, net vs net ... now there is no confirmation just first hand accounts. Twitter is not a source, per se, but rather color or lead generating... and it is damn addicitive.

Show me the $

I decided to monetize my blog, really only to see if anyone reads it.

Move move move

I barked like a drill sargent at Max while trying to get us to camp drop off in a monsoon, getting soaked through to my undies! Literally you might have taken one look at his mini camo raincoat and thought I had him in preschool boot camp! I am a mess but my pink hunter rain boots (a last min addition as I slipped off my heels thinking it might DRIZZLE) are keeping my feet dry, and the skirt will dry but yuck, this sucks. What a crap way to start the day.