week of aug. 23rd, 2010

to start this new commitment

, i'm giving myself a small, attainable goal by taking a bare-minimum approach. it's tough to find time to write complete (concise) sentences and thoughts, but i can effing find 15 minutes a week to jot down some bullet points, right?

fun times this week

• lunch with my hubby at old chicago, sitting outside in the beautiful fall weather. followed by the built to spill concert downtown outside the slowdown with a.rem. 
• shooting the alcoholic vampire at scotty's 
• taking chase to dave & crystal's to swim and play

looking forward to

• labor day at the lakehouse
• husker football!
• potential vegas trip

current munchkin highlights

• he says lots of words (up to about 5 in a sentence)
• he just started 2nd (10-week) session of swim school
• i love the way he says "Ls," they're pronounced like "Ys" so "yellow" is "yeyo" and "starla" is "starya"
• he loves the movie cars — especially mater
• he tells us stories, and uses sound effects like fake crying
• he knows his colors
• he loves telling me what kind of truck we see (ie. semi, cement, dump)
• he's still in his crib, but his mattress is on the floor so i can climb in with him in the mornings or after a nap. he smiles at me as soon as he opens his eyes. 
• he still sucks at walking
• he is a little ocd with lining up his toys

what i'm working on

• blue cross blue shield video animation
• tiffany & co. sales handbook*
• sublime couture branding

*eff yeah!

for myself

my memory fucking sucks. i wish it were laughable, but it's just sad, really. i used to have some decent short-term memory, but that disappeared when i got knocked up and never returned. lately i've been feeling that what little memories i do have slip away by the second, and as i notice the voids, i feel a tightening in my chest — an anxiety of losing parts of myself forever.

in this world of information-on-demand, i'm horrified by the realization that there's no google in my mind. there's no way to search archives that have disappeared. so i'm trying to make a commitment to myself to blog again — not to really entertain anyone, not to expose myself (i honestly don't give a shit if anyone reads this again ever.) i just want need a diary of memories that i can search through and read as time continues to fly by, because in the end i feel like experiencing moments and creating memories are what life is all about.