#83. Carry something to read, a notebook, and a pen at all times

I physically can’t do this. I used to lug purses around that were so heavy they caused hundreds of dollars’ worth of chiropractic bills to rack up. The purses were filled with my wallet, a small drug store, pens, candies, a nail file, lists, sunglasses, a camera, lip balms, my cell phone, keys, business cards, hair ties, gum, floss, my passport, cheque book, and sometimes snacks, books, etc. I was a one stop shop for everything, as most women are. So adding a notebook and pen to mix wouldn’t have made a difference. But that was before my love affair with designer purses began.

Most women have shoe addictions, which I completely understand. I wish at this point I could go back to a shoe addiction as it was the much cheaper addiction. But that would make my life too easy now wouldn’t it? With shoes you find a pair you like, check if they have your size, justify the price, and done. With designer purses, and other things, size matters. The bigger the purse the more $$ - so I'd rather go numerous smaller designer purses rather than one large. Therefore, with limited space only so much fits in, and a book or notebook doesn’t make the list.

Here is my newest love:

But wait, even if I did have a bigger purse my BlackBerry has made carrying a notbook and a book redundant. I’m still relatively new to the blackberry phenomenon, but I can no longer live without this electronic device. My BlackBerry does everything. It has a memo pad feature that keeps numerous lists and notes for me, all alphabetically organized. It has a calendar that synchs with both my Google calendar and my Facebook activities, and anything else I add in manually, and it alerts me with reminders of when things are going down.

If I wanted or needed to read something I can web browse or or download a news app, or catch up on my e-mails. Speaking of e-mails it brings e-mails from all my different accounts into one and flashes at me when there is a new e-mail waiting – it’s brilliant, and so time saving. It takes pictures, which eliminates the need to carry a camera with me. Yesterday I had to purchase an oil filter for my car. I can never remember the code, and hate asking for help for the same thing more than once, so in a pinch for time, before I handed the oil filter to my mechanic I snapped a picture of it so I could add the code to my memo pad for future reference. It also takes pictures when I’m drunk at the bar and the bathroom stall is telling me I’m beautiful:

Now, if it could only physically write, dispense drugs, file my nails, unlock doors, and get me across the border I wouldn’t need anything more in my purse other than my wallet and sunglasses. Wow, I sound like an advertisement for BlackBerry – does anyone else feel the same way about theirs?

#23 – Google Yourself

Google me. You can’t. I don’t exist. I myself am more of a bing girl – so I ‘binged’ me. Nothing there either. Well if you use my maiden name you can find out where I went to elementary and secondary school and during what years – but nothing else.


There’s a Facebook link with my name, and just when I think ‘crap they got me’. Nope. I locked down those privacy settings – when you work in HR for a large company it is key that no one find you. So I got this person instead – SO not me. Not even me in 40 years.

There’s a blogger with the same maiden name as myself– that’s kind of exciting as we are a rare few – let’s see how much we have in common?

5 kids and loves to scrapbook to stay sane. Absolutely zero in common. Partaking in either one of those ‘hobbies’ would make me take a long walk off a short cliff.


At the same time I look at not being found and question what I’ve accomplished in life if nothing I’ve done is internet worthy?


I’ve recently read 'Eat Pray Love' - by Elizabeth Gilbert. Don’t do this if you don’t want to question everything about everything and anything in your life. In the book she hits her 30’s and has lined her life up with a husband, home, and is thinking children when she decides that it is not the life that makes her happy and decides that traveling to Italy to Eat, India to Pray, and Indonesia to love over the period of a year will help her find herself.

I feel like I’m constantly looking for something, but can’t quite put my finger on what it is? and time is just passing by and I’m not where I think I thought I would be? Does that make any sense?

So then I think OK time to make changes, time to take those steps forward – but towards what? I clearly have no direction. Yes, no direction and pushing age 30 – small freak out. I wake up and think ‘today is the day I’m going to figure out what I’m going to do with my life’, and it never happens. When I do sit for long periods of time thinking these things I get depressed as I don’t have the time or the funds to do most of them. If I had my way I’d own a golf course, and either donate to, or volunteer at, an animal rescue, all while training to climb a mountain or whatever I set my sights on that year. If there is one thing I’ve learned about myself it is that once I’ve accomplished something, I look for what’s next? What’s bigger and better? It’s really an exhausting characteristic.

You people should really just get some lawn chairs and popcorn and sit on my front lawn and watch this shit show go down – it’s entertaining for everyone but me.

Ok now that I’m sounding all sad and lost, and you’re all thinking I’m going to pick up disappear. I can’t – I don’t have a book deal that would back it. However, if I win the lottery Italy, Indonesia, and Iceland here I come. Yes, Iceland.

Whatever it is I do, I’m going to make damn sure it’s internet worthy.

Oh, and if I haven’t convinced you to run out and read the book (absolutely do not do this) – you can wait a few weeks and go see the movie.