Wednesday, October 1, 2008

The world is more malleable than you think and it's waiting for you to hammer it into shape. - Paul David Hewson

Yes, I know. I'm jumping on the blogging wagon fashionably late as usual, with no real hopes to change the world or impress the masses with my inner ramblings. Therefore, no judging. Read at your own risk.

I know this much is true...
I am happy. I love my husband, my best friend. I love my job. my dog. my house. I love my family and all of the crazy that comes with it. My friends? I don't deserve them most of the time and I'm thankful every day for every single one. Even the crappiest days are actually pretty good.

Will I still be saying this in 35 days?

On another note - random thought:
I was running late to work this morning - what a shock, I live a mile from the museum and still can't seem to time my commute right - so I had to finish my make-up en route. No judging. While applying the last few strokes of mascara and managing not to spill my coffee all over my lap, I suddenly realize that becoming my mother is inevitable. I knew it was going to happen eventually. Little by little, and then suddenly one day, WHAM! I. am. her. From the open make-up bag on the front seat of the car, to the smell of coffee in the morning and the sound of high heels on the hard wood floor. I've even started to write down my daily outfits so as not to repeat often. Wow.

I'd be lucky to be as good a mom as she is.


Anonymous said...

well I was floored when I read this Nicole. You are my first blog experience. I didn't realize I was being watched so closely back then. I hope you're practicing safe multi-tasking on your route. And I don't write down my outfits anymore. I just wear the same thing over and over and over and wait for someone to say something. No takers. Becoming our mothers is amazingly strange. I'm glad we're related.

Schovillova said...

mom i would always tell you if you were wearing a repeat outfit - mama didn't raise no fool!

Love you!