Hum Drum Sunday

I've been having one those days. Yes, one of those days.

I'm having a hard time keeping my motivation up for this blog or anything else for that matter. I think I may have two readers on this blog, including myself. My real job doesn't excite me, and I start a new, long week tomorrow, and my pizza site...well, it's plugging along, but very slowly. The golf journals aren't even selling very fast, or at all for that matter.

Sigh.

It's one of those days.

I think I'll go turn on the latest episode of Housewives of New York City, which I Tivo'd last week. Sigh.

My Obsession With Notebooks

I am obsessed with notebooks. Not any particular type of notebook, just any notebook with fresh, new paper in it.

When I go into Target or Office Depot, I'm like a kid in a candy store. I'm particularly partial to organizers. Those leather-bound books give me goose bumps. I probably have 20 of them laying around.

The weird thing is I don't even carry them with me or necessarily use them. I just love to buy them. I love the idea of them.

It's an illness.

But I'm okay with it. I've accepted my addiction and have decided not to fight it anymore. You see, with each new notebook comes a new beginning. A blank slate. A new notebook erases my past mistakes and failures and gives me renewed hope for the next big idea.

I know that's why I decided to develop a line of journals. Now I have 4700, I mean 4698 journals in my garage. I should never need for another journal.

But I do.

I will continue to buy them whether I need them or not. My notebooks and journals give me hope. They are part of the process - the journey.

And it's all about the journey, right?

The Handbag Queen

A few weeks ago I mentioned how I once stayed up all night to finish sewing a bunch of handbags for a golf tournament.

This all happened about 8 years ago when I was single and living in a one bedroom condo. I was still working in TV production, but was trying to give a handbag business a go. At that time, I was handmaking each bag with a sewing machine I kept on my kitchen table. My handbag line was called Denney (my maiden name).

Not sure what I was thinking with this whole idea as I am NOT a seamstress, sewer, or whatever you call it. Me and sewing machines have never gotten along.

But...I was determined as I always am.

A friend of my dad's was generous enough to support my handbag makin' venture by ordering 200 bags from me for a ladies golf tournament she was organizing.

I was thrilled. Afterall, this order meant central air and a new furnace which the condo badly needed.

I spent every weekend and evening for three months working on these bags. I remember sitting at my kitchen table, sewing my hands off (okay, the machine was doing it), and I would think about the people out enjoying their weekends. But I was making something of myself damnit. This work would payoff.

And it did...in a sense. The bags turned out really cute and I, at the end of the day, could say that I finished a project that I started.

I can't say that alot.

Obviously what you are seeing here are bags with hot rods on them, not golf images, but for whatever reason I never took any pictures of them. I think I was so happy to box those babies up and ship them out, that I couldn't take an extra five minutes to snap some photos.



So you'll just have to trust me. They looked just like the car bags, but with pictures of tees and golf bags on the fabric instead.

That was a crazy project for me to take on.

I'm pretty sure I haven't been the same since that project - nor has my kitchen table, which I still own.

But that was the beginning of the end of my kitchen table sewing. No, I hated sewing so much I actually went on to invest in an industrial machine years later which I thought was be the beginning of my leather handbag sewing career.

Big sigh.

Another day. Another story.

The Napping Girl

Here I am getting behind on posts again.

I can't tell if I'm really busy or just lazy. I do believe I am busy, but who isn't? The Pioneer Woman has four kids, runs a household, runs several blogs on her site, including a cooking forum, and managed to find time to write a cookbook in the middle of all of that.

I have one child and one job (well, actually two jobs - I'll explain later). Why is it that I can't seem to keep my blog current?

This is why...



Yes, whenever possible, I like to nap. Jake likes to nap too.

I find it ironic that my husband NEVER touches the camera. Not at birthday parties or on vacations. Yet, somehow he was able to locate it for this lovely shot of me.

Thank you Honey.

Granted, I love this picture.

Not because of my beautiful hairstyle in this photo. I love it because my little guy is hugging me in his sleep with his Pampers hanging out. Too cute.

So you see, I could actually get more work done if I didn't nap on the weekends...but what fun would that be? Napping is one of the greatest pleasures in life.

Especially when it includes a little bed hog named Jake.

Fridays

I must apologize for the lack of posts this week.

One minute it's Saturday and I'm all caught up on posts and the next minute it's Friday and I'm six days behind. How does that happen? Actually I know how it happens. Here's what my week looked like.

Monday:
7:40am - Take Jake to school. Drive an hour to work.
9:00am - Arrive at work.
6:00pm - Leave work.
6:45pm - Eat dinner in the car on the way home.
7:00pm - Get home from work.
7pm-8pm - Play with Jake and give him a bath.
8:30pm - Put Jake to bed.
9:00pm - lay down to watch my favorite shows that I've Tivo'd
9:15pm - fall asleep

Tuesday:
Repeat Monday's activities exactly

Wednesday:
Same as Tuesday

Thursday:
Same as Wednesday

Friday:
Same as Thursday, except I plan to drink caffeine before bed so I can work on my blog until midnight.
Predication: 10pm - asleep in front of the TV.

This is why I want to work from home.

Happy Friday!