Twitter

Dear baby Jesus please guide me into understanding the seemingly complicated world of the tweet. Thank you. Oh, and btw, forgive me for working on the day you rise AND on Christmas, part-time weekend jobs suck but you know my heart...Amen.

So yeah, I have decided that I need to open myself up to as much social media as I can to keep myself knowledgeable. I swear my 5 yr. old neighbor can probably teach me some tricks when it comes to twitter and that does nothing for my psyche. I need to know what people are talking about, what's important, what's tweet worthy. But I'm terrified that I might break some twitter rule and be blackballed and laughed at for minutes to come. Thank God we're a society of "on to the next one." Sort of. I'm going to figure it out and do the dam thing. Can't wait to hear what James (hubby) has to say about this; he already pooh poohs about Facebook saying it's a waste of time. How in the world am I gonna big up this one?

I really need to do better...

Hey now! I can't believe I started this so many days ago and I'm just now getting back w/my second post. I really need to do better. I've had so many plates in the air that it's hard to concentrate on just one and do that one well. Boooo! How do people do it? I don't have any kids, not even a dog anymore. My husband is overseas. I work part time and only on the weekends. I have time. But where does it go?! I'm not gonna beat myself up, all I can do is just...do.
So, hubby is coming home on Easter Sunday. So excited! We're gonna be going to Vegas for a couple of days next week and will be staying at this new gorgeous hotel on the strip called The Cosmopolitan. Woohooo! It looks loverly online and it comes w/ur very own terrace. Whaaaat? Can u imagine sipping on a cocktail overlooking Las Vegas Blvd. on your very own terrace? Love it. Can't wait. I'll have to post pics and video when I return.
I need to get off this computer and go clean. I'm in a very spring type of mood and it's out w/the old and in w/the new. That and hubby is coming home and he can jack up clean like nobody's business. So I would rather him jack up a spotless house than add crap to existing crap. Not good!

Peace.

Well dammit, it's official!

So my first post to my first blog and I must say it feels lovely, dahling. It's been a long time coming but I swear wasting time is becoming a habit for me and that's really not cute. What's even less so is that I don't know what the hell I'm spending my time on. Okay, yeah I do, but I refuse to admit that I'm spending that much time watching others live their dreams on YouTube while I subscribe to my favorites. YouTube. Really? I had to laugh at myself today as I manically searched and searched for Mariah Carey's "Touch my Body" karaoke style.
I need to find a job. Not just any job though. I want a job that I still cannot verbalize to save my life. I have been trying to figure out what I want to do w/the rest of my life ever since I went back to school to complete my Bachelor's in Media Production. I graduated in May of last yr. and it was the biggest accomplishment of my life, that is if you don't count snagging my hunk of a husband who just so happens to be 8 yrs. my junior. Hey, Charlie...Winning! But now that I've graduated and the company that I interned w/didn't hire me I feel like I got dropped off at the orphanage with the clothes on my back and my mom's expensive locket. So now what? Maybe I shouldn't have put all my eggs in one basket. Maybe I should have had a plan b and all that but I didn't. So again I ask, now what? The effed up thing about it is I'm soooooo random. I don't want to do just anything I want to do everything! But hello, Simone. (and this is where it gets tricky) You're 41 yrs old. Starting over now? Yup.
I remember sitting in my bedroom when I was 5 or 6; I had a stack of 45's and a red record player. I would play those records over and over until it got dark. I remember sitting in my bedroom when I was 12 or 13 with my jambox making mixed tapes off the radio while I dreamed of who and what I would become. I knew it would be something significant something so much bigger than me.
Man, I miss my music. I need to find my music and get there again, get to that place where anything is possible because I only had to imagine it.