New York City, are you ready?

It's been a while since I posted last. In a little over two weeks, I will be visiting a city I've always wanted to see: New York City!

During my freshman year of high school, I had it all worked out. I was going to be a clinical psychologist with an office in NYC. I am not sure where I came up with that idea, and I know I wouldn't be good with patient therapy since it involves more listening than me talking. And we all know I love to talk.

That career choice soon left my mind (too much school involved), and I fleetingly chose interior design as my next career path. I was, after all, subscribed to Veranda! How chic: a designer in NY!

Then, somehow, that dream faded, too. Now I will get to see how the city really is, through the eyes of a twenty-three year old. I may love it or hate it, but I secretly hope I don't fall too in love with it. It would be an impossible dream to live there, just as it was nine years ago, as I pined over a magazine spread (with stunning photos of living rooms!) sitting in my freshman math class.

The latest dream of mine is taking an elevator up to any magazine office in NY and asking for a tour. But that might be creepy, right? Ah, it's New York City! I'm sure I'm not the first crazy person to attempt it.

Diapers, Tantrums & Bottles, Oh My!

I find myself yet again catching my breath on the couch after my regular babysitting gig. I'm waiting for the parents to return, but that just allows me more time sit here and think. I know I have touched on the subject before, but recently I've been thinking heavily on the matter.

The last time I write about having children, I concluded that I would wait. Yeah, I have a confession: I am probably one of the most impatient people out there. And yes, I'm practical. I know that having a child isn't cheap. But I'm frugal anyway. Beyond obsessive...

I keep hearing things swirling in my head. "You and your husband both need steady, well-paying jobs!" (Oh wait, that's my mom's voice). "You need to buy a house first!" (This is in direct relation to the well-paying job statement).

It would be easier to pay off our student loans, save for a house, find a steady, well-paying job and ONLY then even remotely consider having children. Sound like after all those accomplishments, I will be well into my mid-30s.

Again, I don't know if I have the patience to wait that long or even the physical/mental/emotional strength to begin rearing a child then. So, here's to finding a well-paying job, sticking with renting affordable apartments and paying off my student loans. Forget the cookie cutter plan for life! We're going to have to skip a few steps I think.

Update on Resolutions

I have been trying to think of an interesting topic, but I still can't think of anything. Then it occurred to me today when my mom asked if I was eating a healthy lunch. No, mom, I wasn't.

One of my first blogs this year boasted my ambitious resolutions: eating healthier this year. It worked for the first month. Then it went downhill from there. I blame a combination of my husband's work schedule and the fact that I have been conditioned to believe that going anywhere in public at night equals violent crimes in not-so-well lit parking lots.

It's easy to say I'm just getting lazy about chopping up cucumbers and honeydew melons. But I am. I mean, this is how I've always been. I get super excited about making a change and it fizzles out.

I have found myself sitting in the same drive-thrus on my lunch break instead of munching on a salad with cucumbers. I still have time to get back on track, though. The year isn't over yet.

Confessions of a Workaholic

An avid reader and supporter has brought my lack of blogging to my attention. I have an excuse, really!

I will start off by saying this: I am a hard worker. I don't know why I have this insatiable appetite for working, but I do. With this habit, I had accumulated over 150 hours of comp time at my current job.

I've only used it twice in bulk, and the first time I took 56 hours off (7 working days) for my wedding. The next bulk of time was used last week. My boss suggested I take off for four consecutive working days.

I'm not proud of it, but when I take time off from work (whether it be forced or if it's a weekend), I do absolutely nothing. I mean, it's almost embarrassing. I literally do as little as possible to compensate my overworking habit.

That is why I didn't write last week. And when I realized this, it saddened me. I did spend my time finishing The Tudors series that I love. I also discovered The Secret Life of The American Teenager. Even now, at the end of a long day at work, I am laying on the couch writing this post!

Sometimes you have to allow yourself a break. My husband enjoys spending his time off playing disc golf (an outside activity), while I enjoy the pleasures of doing very little (an inside activity). A perfect match! Works for me.