I’ve been lagging on this site so let’s get you up to date shall we?

My Mother’s Day present was a hit. I put together a slideshow of photos of my sister and I starting from infancy until now. I set the whole thing to music using the Barry Manilow song “I Am Your Child.” Now that I look at that title it kind of sounds like something telling you that I’m the child you gave up for adoption years ago, but it’s nothing like that. It’s a really, really sweet song and it just basically tells your parent that everything that’s good about you came from them.

The tears started to flow the minute it started. Mission Accomplished! I can’t wait for my sister and my aunt and my grandma to see it. I expect full on crying sessions while watching this sucker. I cry every time I look at it.

The one really cool extra about this whole thing is that I scanned all these photos so now I have digital copies of photos of me as a baby and a child. I was adorable if I do say so myself. There’s one great photo of me when I was 4-years-old with my grandpa. I’m going to upload it and get it framed. Good stuff.

After looking through the site that pulls your Flickr photos and them frames them for you, I think I might get even more of those photos done like that. I could have a whole wall of framed photos in my new apartment.

Ah yes, my new apartment. Yep I’m moving out for the third and final time! I’ll be living in the luxury apartments in Concord, just across from BART, in the bigger one bedroom floor plan. I’m really excited about the place, it’s veddy nice and I’m so glad it’s not an 80’s flashback like that place in Walnut Creek.

I’m moving next Thursday and I’ll post photos when everything is all set up. My boss is allowing me to work from home two days a week which will be great.

Obviously the benefits of living with my mom rent-free were great but now that she has a significant other three’s a crowd. There was no way I could stay and it’s better for everyone this way. I will say that at first it threw my plans for one race a month into upheaval, but it’s not that big a deal.

Everything is going to work itself out. Plus I’m not sad about this at all, I’m glad to have my own place again with my own things.

I took Spencer to the dog park (a week ago?) and as a reward I decided we should stop at Starbucks on our way home. It was a particularly warm day and a Coffee Frappuccino with Whip Cream was in order. I decided Spencer didn’t need the caffeine and opted for a nice (free!) cup of ice water.

Spencer is getting neutered on Thursday, so send some happy thoughts his way in the morning. Hopefully this will stop his need for licking other dogs’ nether regions at the dog park.

Pamela Anderson is getting her own reality TV show on the E! network. That’s just great. Where the hell is my reality show?

My life is far more interesting than anything she can shove out there. How about the story of a 27-year-old single girl living with her mother and working for a company that makes her want to kick someone’s ass on a daily basis? How about following someone with real issues like, what am I going to do with the rest of my life? How am I going to finally be successful? When am I going to move out again (for the last time!)? Will I find a proper guy to date and then eventually marry? And how am I going to find that guy? There are fifty million places I could look, but where do I start? If anything my story is just beginning, it’s a blank slate.

Who cares about Pamela and her fake tits and even faker attempts at trying to “juggle love, career and peace of mind?” Seriously, I want to know. Her story has already been told, I don’t need to watch a show to find out what happens next. Her story is done. If the show was about her seriously going to college and getting a degree in botany or doing something completely different than what she’s done before then that’s something I could get into, but since it’s the same crap I could read about in any gossip rag, I’m over it.

The thing these production companies need to think about is are they really telling us something we don’t know? Because if the answer is “No” then they need to go back to the drawing board.

(sidenote: the titles of my blog posts sometimes have nothing to do with the post at all, sometimes they’re just titles of songs or CDs or just a lyric)

If I’m addicted to anything it would have to be coffee and new music. I just heard the new song from Dave Barnes called “Until You” and it’s so good that I wish I could live inside of it. I’ve said that about other songs many times before and I guess what it really means is that the song makes me feel good and I never want it to stop. There are some voices that just make me melt. Like John Mayer’s on his song “Slow Dancing In A Burning Room.”

Needless to say I am looking forward to Dave’s new CD which comes out on April 1st.

Even though I’m back living with my mom, I feel like I’m on the right path, finally! Oh and for the record, my mom is absolutely wonderful. I owe her everything. I am lucky to have her. So it’s not about having to live with her, it’s just about the fact that I don’t have my own place.

Everything feels right for right now. My racing blog is growing and I’m going to two, not one, but two NASCAR races in the coming weeks.

I keep thinking about this idea — or it might have been a dream, I’m not sure — I had when I was younger. I saw myself living in my dream home (a big house with a wrap-around porch) that was situated out in the country, far from other neighbors, but still close to city stuff. I was married with children and I worked from home the majority of the time as a writer. At that point in time I didn’t know what I would be writing.

There have been times when I strayed from this idea, well yea many times. My problem has been that I’m passionate about a lot of different things. I’m very curious and when something intrigues me I’ll come up with an idea for it, like that whole Superficial Clothing Company thing and then of course The Playground. But I’ve always loved to write. Through writing I could make my own world. I remember writing those silly & naive love stories when I was in junior high. I loved reading them and imagining it all coming to life. It’s funny, my formula has stayed the same, I always meet the guy in some random situation, and he’s never someone I already knew through family or friends. It was always some chance meeting in a music or book store, or outside my house. ha.

I always wrote for myself and not necessarily for other people. I kinda stepped out of my box in high school when I was the co-editor of the newspaper. My idea to go around to the other local high schools to interview the kids there about what their campus was really like was freaking brilliant, if I do say so myself. I got to get out of school and check out the hot dudes at other schools.

Anyway, with The Fast and the Fabulous and now this magazine deal I really feel like my fantasy of working from my dream home is totally possible.

I think there’s a big misconception of me out there amongst the people that know me personally. Because I grew up being the bookish, shy person nobody thinks that I want the spotlight. But I do! I mean, I love public speaking. I welcome it. And the idea of having my own show thrills me to no end. Don’t get me wrong, the idea of interviewing people freaks me out, but in a good way. I know I can do it, that’s not the issue. I just want to do it right and do it well. So the question isn’t about if I can, it’s really about can I kick ass and take names when I do.

My mom’s dog Spencer is pretty picky when it comes to watch he watches on television. He won’t tear himself away from his favorite bone for just anything. Project Runway? No way. But American Idol passes the test. This is Spencer watching the top 12 men sing last night: