Lost and Gone Forever

Do you ever lose something, something small, something unimportant, and continue to miss it for months? Years? Not because it's a remarkable object, but the mystery of its disappearance turns it into a mythical thing.

I miss these things:

My tin of Rosebud Salve, lost somewhere in the van that Andrew and I toured New Zealand in. It's probably a cube now.

The black Victoria's Secret bra that a hotel room in Cork. This one really irks me. I loved that bra and spent about an hour searching.

Sigh. I miss you objects.

I've spent months (MONTHS) looking for a job, internship, something to get me out of the house and put some more experience under my belt. I've done a bit of freelance writing: a honeymoon piece for a bridal magazine and some pieces about Dublin. (Dublin. Oh Dublin. I've missed you.)

ANYWAY. There be a point to these ramblings. After sending out about nine million resumes, I finally got an internship. I start tomorrow at seejanefly.com, a travel website geared towards women. Words cannot express how psyched I am about this internship. It's writing. It's marketing. It's travel. Oh man, I love travel. But I'm kinda crazy nervous for my first day. It's like the first day of school. What should I wear. Will the other kids like me?

In other exciting news, I have ANOTHER interview for ANOTHER internship on Wednesday. Oh man. Two internships and no money! I should be so lucky. Seriously. I want it. I want it BAD.

In other news, my blog writing is rusty as all get out! Thank heavens no one reads this bad boy. Yet.

Ominous.

Recently I was at a social event where I met a very nice lady. We talked a little and then she said she had to jet. As we said our goodbyes, she went for a hug and I visibly started. Oh! We're hugging! I hadn't realized. I laughed off my awkward moment by saying,

"You know, I once thought of starting a website called 'hug or handshake' which would chronicle all my awkward moments."

"Great name for a website" she agreed.

A few days later I rememberd I HAD started the website. I just hadn't updated it in months. How's THAT for awkward.

Anyway, I am back and will try to update regularly, so all my fail will be documented.

44

Today Barack Obama became my president.

I am delighted by this-- I'm trying to take mental snapshots of this day and my emotions so I can share them with my children one day, and they can tell theirs. It's historic and amazing and...

...and who am I kidding? I'm feeling annoyed as all hell.

Not at Mr. President! I love him! But at the newscasters who are pondering Michelle Obama's contribution to the world... of fashion. Now, I love fashion as much as the next chick. But if I had a law degree, two children, opinions and accomplishments of my own and all anyone ever spoke about was my fashion choices. Grr.

If Hilary Clinton was becoming president today, I don't think we'd be talking about Bill's suit.

I should have gone to bed earlier last night. I'm cranky.