In 2007, I will post more than two blog entries.  Not really a blog, but will somehow try to share with those who are searching some form of rambling thought.  Perhaps it's just my inner circle of friends, but since I can proudly proclaim having kept a personal journal from the second grade until about 2001, I should be able to document more of my life for the public more than twice in one year. 

 

I've been reading a few people's "spaces" or "facebook blogs" recently.  Most of them are people that I know from various jobs.  Many of them I recruited to one company or the other.  The strangest thing about reading their blogs is I generally know all of the other people they're referencing - and not just know peripherally - in many cases, I know them very well (probably recruited them too), and that seems weird.  It seems a little too personal. 

 

Part of reading these blogs makes me wonder how people now perceive me differently since I added the "mom" title to my life.  It's my most significant "title' to date, but yet it changes so many other things outside of the various cliched moments.  For some reason, the "mom" part of my life has taken over - even at work and I don't know if I was prepared for it.  Most people don't talk about it.  I do have a sweatshirt that was custom made for me that says "Coop's Mom" and it's weird as well.  Perhaps it's so strange because of the fact that most of my professional life is thinking about and working with people who are so much younger than me in either age of life experience.  So, in one sense, I've been acting in a "mom" sort of role for a while, but only now does that mean something so much deeper.

 

Anyway, the "mom" part of life has the time right now to type this up because I'm on vacation from work this week (or PTO as it's referred) - although the "mom" job is not always a vacation.  It just has a different type of reward system.  Of course, as I type this, I'm feeling guilty for not doing all of the other "real" work I should be doing.  From where does that guilt come - and why do I have it?  I mean, I'm "allowed to not work" and yet, I feel bad for not working because I know there is so much to do.  Hmmm... what causes this and how can I get rid of it?  :-)

 

Shopped at a great store in Savannah this week - www.jamesgunnonline.com - really loved it again this year!

I also finally saw another movie in an actual movie theater - with previews - and popcorn - and pleasantries abound!  We had the in-laws babysit and we went to see "We Are Marshall" - loved it ... of course, it's about football and it has Matthew McHottie.