I should carry this picture in my wallet. I DON’T brush my hair. Seriously. Call me gross, but I’m so fabulous that my hair is wavy enough not to brush but straight enough not to use any products. I go for that “I just crawled out of bed” natural sexiness every morning.

Also, I’m lazy.

Sometimes I don’t feel so fabulous. (Thanks to those who reassured me in a moment of vulnerability via twitter that I am.) Sometimes I don’t feel fabulous when I feel I’ve screwed up or that I’ve been painted in a bad light or… well, you get the point.

But the truth is? Even though certain acquaintances are in med school or flying around the country on business and even though I’m just a staff assistant… I’m a staff assistant for a staff that’s sort of a big deal. My voice is heard on kind of a huge level. I get the inside scoop on kind of enormous issues.

And the best part? I’m getting more responsibility.

Nevermind that I’m already overloaded. Nevermind that I feel like I’ve been kicked in the gut after most days of work. Nevermind that I commute an hour. Let’s discuss how I proposed to senior staff that my boss needs an online social networking presence. Let’s discuss how our director of communications thinks that’s an awesome idea. Let’s discuss how I confessed to being an avid blogger/twitterer/facebooker and I wrote my senior thesis on virtual communities. Let’s discuss how senior staff wants me to get more involved in new media on behalf of the boss.

I have visions of Twitter accounts dancing in my head… government: Julia Allison style.

Also? I am freaking fabulous. (And I promise to brush my hair if I get famous.)


How do normal people do it? How do you guys work 40+ hours, tend to your home life and social life, and still find time to blog?

I had a meeting this morning close to where I live so I’m home this afternoon. What I would give for a weekday afternoon to myself each week…. I could get so much done in just ONE afternoon, seriously. Today I caught up on blogs, filled a prescription, and made a trip to the Apple store (who has had my computer for THREE WEEKS and has tried to return it to me twice but it’s NEVER FIXED). That’s stuff I just can’t do in the evening. By the time I get home from work, it’s 6:30. By the time dinner is fixed and eaten, it’s after 7:00. And three hours of quality time after dinner with the fiance is just NOT enough time. I don’t want to cut into it any more by running errands. I mean, we have 5 more seasons of The West Wing to watch, a puzzle to finish, a stack of board games, and the new Wii to conquer. There is just SO much to do around here. Hehe. But in all seriousness, it’s great to have these things to do but that just means we spend our free time doing quality fun stuff and not running errands or cleaning or doing laundry, etc.

So when do you guys blog? I can’t do it from work. Wahh wahh. But more importantly, when do you find time to do the important stuff like laundry and grocery shopping and dentist appointments and oil changes? When do you squeeze in that 2 hour line to get your license renewed or your hair highlighted?

And when the hell am I going to plan this wedding?

(Actually, that’s coming together quite nicely. Save the Date postcards just came this week. We’re waiting on a quote from a photographer. We’ve booked a florist and reception hall. And I’m going to put together an email to send out to our wedding party with clothing suggestions… except we’re not calling them the wedding party because that’s lame. I just haven’t come up with a non-lame alternative yet. To anyone planning a wedding in their future — the biggest stress reliever EVER is to let your attendants pick out WHATEVER THEY WANT TO WEAR and just specify a color family. Our friends are wearing whatever they want in shades of lavender and light green.)

I have so much swirling around in my head, so many things I want to blog about. I want to write about how my wedding is not a contest and how some bloggers (none of you that I’ve invited here, don’t worry!) make their weddings SUCH a big deal and how I want to tell 90% of other brides to CHILL THE HELL OUT. I want to blog about how I want to open my own granola store, how I want to quit my job and become a health food guru, how I just want to open my own business and rule my own job. I want to blog about how my job has gotten me back on the Diet Pepsi/Diet Dr. Pepper bandwagon after not drinking pop for many moons. I want to blog about my mom’s potential move to the Dominican Republic and how it would be SO GOOD for her. I want to blog about so so much.

But I just can’t find the time.