I may have mentioned once or twice or a dozen times before that I thrive on chaos. Love a deadline - well I don't really, but I need them to make me focus and make magic happen. Too much leeway and I'm toast.
I love having a full plate. However, I am realizing that the full plate with extra stuffing that I'm used to noshing on, isn't quite the same now that I have a two year old. Truth be told, often I'm full before the appetizers are cleared away. Having a child has changed me forever more. I was warned/promised that this would happen. He is truly the best thing that I have ever done. Full stop. Don't even need to finish that thought.
People often nudge me or brashly suggest that I should have another. The sad/pathetic/truth though is that I already have another - my business. Maybe sad/pathetic aren't right there, in fact, they aren't - I'm very proud of the work that I have done to get to this point - the business that I have built from nothing but a dream that I made into a reality. I have to say, I don't think it would be fair to either baby to add to the mix. But I gotta say - my husband and I make REALLY cute, smart, funny kids. DAY-UMMMMMMM.
I kinda forgot why I was gnattering on about this but managed to jog my own memory. It actually doesn't make much sense but often, my crazy ideas don't appear to at first, gain traction and then voila - Brilliance. Okay, I am reaching here. Aspiring to great things but it's really just a simple blog post. You see, given the Christmas Deadlines that are looming (is it PC to call it Christmas - I mean I really am working to a Dec. 24th deadline) I am up to my eyeballs in details, installations, orders and decision making. My husband announced after saying goodnight to our dinner guests (that's a whole other blogpost aka rant) that he was going to bed to read. I said, "I'll be up shortly, I've got to whip up some sort of a blog post."
He responded, "Why don't you blog about the gems/minerals we saw yesterday - you took like a million pictures..." A bless him. He was being helpful.
I retorted; "Yes, well I plan to but that's an involved post, I've got to save all the pictures to jpeg then upload them, write my witty repartee... yada yada yada..."
He comes back with this gem - maybe you can relate... "Just upload them to iPhoto and then export them."
Um... upload them to iPhoto and export them to where exactly - the Congo? Exporting sure sounds like it's got a lotta redtape involved you sure about that? "How is that going to help me, I still have to do something to make them go somewhere and be something that I need them to be...? Wouldn't it just be faster to do my lil system to save them to jpegs?"
"It will be way faster, " he announces unconvincingly and off he goes.
So I plug in my phone, waiting for the instaneous uploading to commence so that the promised exporting to I'm not sure where will ensue and the speed with which I can upload these fabulous pictures that I took will dazzle me and voila I will be writing exceptionally witty repartee, you'll swear I'm brilliant and voila - you will insist on coming to the ROM to see these stunning minerals in person and hire me to design your homes all around the world because the creativity in my bones has yet to be rivaled.
Ya, um, the pictures they aren't uploading.
Now what the hell am I supposed to blog about?