Black paint & red shoes

It’s hard to find a job when you don’t know what city to look in. Where can I find the greatest concentration of editorial/copy writing jobs (other than New York City, because Owen hates that place)? 

I’m cancer free! This might be my only post for today, because I’m celebrating with a beer (or two). Yea! No cancer in my uterus…..not now, not ever again….

I am a skin care junkie. I love testing out new products, creating crazy new regimenes and basically torturing my poor skin. Coincidentally, my skin goes through cycles of extreme irritation to blissful recovery. My addiction goes way back to days spent creating “facials” out of baby powder, lotion and Kleenex in my bathroom. Since then, I’ve tried everything from Sea Breeze to Proactive, most to no results or even worse conditions than when I began. The only thing that has really worked for me is a great moisturizer, a hardcore overnight spot treatment, a non-drying daily cleanser, a super-intense eye cream, a non-medicated exfoliant and a daytime spot treatment plus a low-level birth control to moderate those nasty hormones. Results may vary, but I can promise that a lifetime’s worth of research has gone into this endorsement. In other news, if you are in need of a half-full tube of “Neutrogena’s Clear Pore Soothing Gel Astringent” from the mid-90’s, I’m your girl. 

Owen crashed my Dell today. I’m in a terrible mood, and I’ve slept through most of the day. I’m in a workaholic-funk. 

With a catalog and an e-mail blast dropping this weekend, I’m swamped at work. However, I have plenty of time to cry. This is what did me in today. 

I declare Shiner’s “99″ my favorite brew for March. It was a heated battle between “99″ and “Pete’s Wicked Ale,” but “99″’s smooth finish conquered all. Go grab a six pack before this seasonal beer is no more.

I have to write a to-do list to accomplish even the most mundane tasks such as get my pants tailored and pay a toll bill. I’m not very motivated to be an adult.  

My weekend was spent cleaning, sleeping, watching movies, reading a little, playing Frisbee golf, shopping a bit and drinking a few beers (Pete’s Wicked Ale…yum). All in all, a delightful waste of time. Somehow, I also lost an hour of life. 

The snow was amazing (pics to come). However, the 2-hour drive home was less than thrilling, but I survived. Now, I’m off to navigate my icy driveway. Good morning. 

I’m tired of myself and all my creations. And I’m sick of all this repetition. 

Please rescue me, Mr. Dylan.