Confused Woman!

No, not literally a baby break. Are you kidding me? The thought of reproducing at my age sends frozen shards of glass up my spine. I’d rather chew on a box of nails than have another child. What? Too much?  🙂

This baby break is me taking a couple of weeks off from blogging to move and settle into my new home. I am both dreading and looking forward to having the whole thing over. The move will be a good thing once I get past the hassle and frustration.

I will be back soon with some very exciting news regarding the release of my first book. It’s happening soon….stay tuned!

You know the old saying, “Time flies when you’re having fun”? How true is it? For example, a party you’ve been waiting weeks for is over in a flash. On the other hand, anything you even remotely dread will go on forever. An hour long business meeting can seem like an all-day affair.

This is why I want “Conditional Time Flying”. Why does it always have to go by quickly just for fun things? I’m moving in a couple of weeks and I’m dreading it. Why can’t I be just like “I Dream of Jeanie”, cross my arms and nod, and the move will be over?

How about a speech that is making you sweat and want to vomit? Instead of trying to imagine people in their underwear (which is disturbing on many levels), just “pull a Jeanie”, and the speech is finished and met with thunderous applause.

Is it possible to get Bill Gates or some MIT students to work on this? Perhaps begin a Kickstarter campaign or conduct a nationwide spaghetti dinner fundraiser to bring my brilliant idea to life?

My friend and I were recently discussing ways we have to be creative when we’re broke. It’s not fun, but unfortunately, necessary.

She mentioned when she moved years ago they spent all their money on moving expenses and had no full-time employment. Their meals for the next three weeks? Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. 

Their kitchen utensils were lost in the move and they had no money to buy any. So when they could afford hamburger, how did she flip the patties in the skillet? She very carefully used a Lego fence piece her son had been playing with.

When I qualified for food benefits, my daughter would receive canned goods and rice at her school from the local food shelf. For fear of embarrassment and being bullied by other kids, I told her she won the prize to get free food for the year. So instead of walking around feeling awkward and singled out, she was proud of her good fortune.

Hopefully, our creativity can soon be used for fun projects versus convincing ourselves we’re rolling in the dough on a dime.