Window Shopping

Do you remember 67 years ago when I made an online window shopping dream list?  Here's another one.  Unlike that list, I won't end up buying any of these. I've developed an all new affliction in the years since then called mother guilt, which means I would never spend this much money on something for myself.  Unfortunately, I hear its incurable.  Fortunately, a zillion trips to Target at $40 piece don't seem to cause flair ups.

We have the Braising Pan already.  I used to think these were overpriced status symbols, but it really is awesome. We, and by 'we' I mean Craig, use ours all the time. Link.

I love all the offerings that Great Courses has, especially this one and one on Creative Writing.  It's like getting to go back to college, but with no pressure.  And none of the fun.  Link.

Who buys CDs anymore?  Not this girl, but if I did, I'd buy this. Link.

Do you know what this is?  Do you?  It's only the answer to a secret wish I made two years ago when I had an ornery infant that didn't seem to fully appreciate how wonderfully soft his Aden and Anais swaddling blankets were.  That wish was for an adult size version and here it is. Bliss. Link.

I love this chair.  I love all chairs.  My mom has a similar thing for lamps. I get weak in the knees over cool clocks and chairs.  I love the combination of low profile modern with a rocker. Link

For my thirtieth birthday (who said that?) my mom got me a beautiful slide bracelet.  I love to look at different options to add to it and I think this one is particularly pretty.  Link.

These have to be the perfect pair of earrings.  They're two toned, which I love, and have enough sparkle to be dressy, but they're studs so they could be worn anytime.  I might would draw from the boy's plastic animal fund for these if I could. Link.

Scented candles have to be one of the most useless luxury items.  The  tiny amount of return for the price is a little embarrassing.  Even still, I absolutely love these and burn mine with Scrooge-like greediness.  If I could save all the smell for my own nose I would. Link.

Speaking of smells, have you smelled this?  Smell. This. Link.

Do I eat soft boiled eggs?  No, but neither do I have whimsical egg cups. Link.

I also want every single thing at Sephora, a lifetime supplies of white camisoles, new jammies, and I want an official Red Ryder, carbine action, two-hundred shot range model air rifle...with the thing which tells time.

Hiding in My Office

I've lost my ability to hold a thought for more than a minute.  Hopefully its just temporarily suspended.  Because of this, I don't call.  I don't write.  Sorry.  The best I have is a few stray nuggets typed while I try to breathe quietly so a coworker/raptor won't know that I'm in my office/kitchen and try to complain about work/eat me.  Please excuse the extended Jurassic Park reference. What I mean to say is, I'm eating lunch in my office and am using my own personal electronic device to type these words, which are totally unrelated to my place of employment.

....When I'm still wearing pajamas and haven't yet put on makeup and tell Craig I'm almost ready he looks at me with a look that belies doubt.  I don't get defensive, though, because he obviously just lacks imagination.

...Where is the line between complaining and commiseration?  We know an individual that cannot commiserate.  If one of us brings up something going on in our life, this person always plays devil's advocate or points out the wrongness of our perspective as if conversations have to have a point/counterpoint format.  I don't need my friends to always agree with me, or feel like they can't offer insight, but sometimes a "me too," "that's tough," or "I hear you" can go really far.  I have a feeling that said friend thinks they're being helpful, but really, its exhausting.  Discussing the difficulties of parenting/work/life in general with friends makes your burden lighter.  I'm all for being positive, but knee-jerk positivity isn't a character asset.  Its a tic.

...I want to applaud people that look good with bangs. Like, out loud.

...I always play with the idea of trying to write a book.  Not publish, just write.  The chances that I'll follow through are so very slim that I won't even consider the astronomical odds that it would ever be worthy of publication.  I like to read articles on fiction writing and how to get started writing a book.  I've read so many that I think I could have a successful career in writing how-tos on the subject.  From what I've seen, there are two main pieces of advice floating around.  The first is to write what you know.  I know a good chunk of the Tennessee Criminal Code.  I know and celebrate all of Jay Z and The Shins catalogs.  I know how right and just it is to put on pajamas the moment one gets home from work.  The other suggestion is to write what you'd like to read.  The books I'm currently reading include Fifty Shades Freed, The Upanishads, The Centaur, The Hindu-Yogi Science of Breath, Most Talkative by Andy Cohen, and one about Christian and Sufi mystics.  So, I guess that would be a sort of post modern pervy/gossipy text centered on Eastern religion and mysticism.  Sounds like a bestseller.

...Can you really say you "don't like the taste of water" and still be considered a human?

...Are they hotdogs or are they legs (http://hot-dog-legs.tumblr.com/)?  Thank you, Craig, for sharing this. Also, if you like laughter:  http://www.toddlercouncil.org/.  Please read the "About" and "Press Release" sections.