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.

A social life!

I suppose for most people, December is always a whirlwind of social engagements: office parties, caroling, decking the halls, etc. But this has been the first year that I myself have been caught in the storm. Every time I turn around there's another social engagement and a chance to wear a dress. And I loves it.

Something you should know about me-- I own more dresses than it is possible for one girl to wear. Somewhere along the line I decided I was a short, curvy version of Paris Hilton and started shopping accordingly. Note: I am not a short, curvy Paris Hilton.

But non-Paris-Hilton status aside, I have actually been taking my dresses out this month. There was the Nutcracker with Kelly, Ireland's office Christmas party, ice skating (I wore pants, but it was a festive occasion, none the less). I've been a mite busy overindulging in eggnog* and have plum forgot to buy presents. And have also spent all my money on mulled wine.**

This post... has no point really. Just for posterity's sake. So one day when I am old and gray and weigh 9,000 lbs, I will look back and say "ah-ha! I had a social life! No job and no money, but abundant opportunities to ingest alcohol!" And isn't that what the holidays are all about?



*Not really. Eggnog's gross. I've been overindulging on Christmas cookies.
** Also gross. My money has been spent on beer. And taxi fare to the places that serve me beer.

All right...

I'm trying to get the feel for this new bloggy-like thing. So, some things.

I was in LA this weekend. Myself and the K's went to see Ben Folds at the Wiltern. Aaaaaah! That is the sound of angels singing and blessing Ben Folds. So brilliant. So talented. So very wedded.

I am currently job searching in San Francisco. And looking at pictures of New Zealand and missing it terribly. I really didn't appreciate NZ while I was there, especially during the first few months. It was winter. In July. I couldn't cope.

But! It's so pretty! And ocean-y!

Okay.... I will work on transitions later when I actually have readers. For now I can just. Stop. Writing.

First!

First post on blogger. Free time is a dangerous thing.