I want so bad to blog more often and I keep failing at it. Kind of like I want to get into twitter, but every time I log in and tweet “I’m giving this another shot.” and then that is my only tweet for months until the next one. Sigh.
After 8 pretty brutal months of very long hours, I have suddenly entered a relaxing phase. Last month was my lowest month in a long time, and this month will probably be lower. I’m just taking it easy though because I know things are about to get CRAZY again. In the meantime, many things are going on and I should be blogging about them! Like the rest of my trip in Oregon, or my trip to Houston, or my recent plague, or the fact that I am oozing sugar mama and/or floosy vibes lately because I have been getting hit on A LOT. I wonder if there is something about the look of a person when they have just come back from the dead that is very attractive? I don’t think I’m an ugly girl, and I don’t mean to be self-deprecating and be all “there is NO other reason someone would hit on me” but I promise you it has been an alarming rate lately. Like I’m not even going out anywhere, but every time I enter the public, it happens. On a plane, in Starbucks, at the Ford dealership getting my 30,000 mile service. All in the last few days. It’s bananas.
This weekend I am going to Napa with a girl friend from work. Both of us have logged RIDICULOUS hours over the past several months. The fact that we have a weekend off at the same time is amazing. That combined with the fact that I’ve never been to Napa, and that Spring Bonuses will be hitting our bank accounts in a week, means that I will probably not exercise as much restraint as I should this weekend. I hope to take tons of pictures, and actually update about it.
Speaking of girl friends (sort of), on my recent flight home from Houston, I was stuck sitting next to an uberfeminist. Now, normally I am not one to knock feminism. As a 27 year old single, childless 6’3″ female big firm lawyer, I am not exactly the portrait of the traditional woman. However, once a feminist starts putting me down, I start to get a little antsy. This girl was sighing and rolling her eyes and throwing herself back in her seat the whole time. Everything I did annoyed her. She was reading a book called “Dillusions of Gender.” I felt the very strong urge to say the following:
“Look, I am sorry that I shower, and shave, and wear make-up and read silly magazines, but you are not exactly a peach to sit next to either. So why don’t we just take a deep breath and try to get through this together?”
Seriously, feminists. I am not the enemy. Chill out.
But for now, I need to get to work, because I do still actually do that sometimes.