Wishful Thinking

Ah we all know it's the ultimate fauz pas, yet I'm going to commit it anyway.

I don't want to work at my job anymore.

There, I've done it. The quintessential boo boo of admitting on the world wide web that you wish you had a different career.
But I can't help it. It's been six years and not only do I feel unchallenged and unexcited about every day - pair that with the lack of desire to advance any further. I literally do not want to get promoted again. What is that??????
Ugh.

I want to do something creative, something that utilizes my unique talents rather than just the common ones in a 26 year old.
I'm a long-time artist, photographer, and right-brainer..................and I work in finance.

Anyways, at the risk of bitchin' too long about something irrelevant (not as if I can quit, while the hubby is in school and working and the baby-to-be is growing in my belly), I guess I just wish the economy didn't suck so I could find something better.

In relative news, I've begun painting again. Well, I hate what I painted last night and I'm gonna trash it, but more importantly the desire to paint has returned.
I have so many ideas but I have to purchase more supplies.....and of course....I don't have money to do so for another week or so....ho hum.

Ahem. Happy Thursday. The weekend has almost arrived.

Feeding the Inner Child.........Literally.

I've never considered myself much of a 'mature' person, though while I view maturity as being highly overrated, don't allow that to misconstrue my true meaning.

No, I do not support people who refuse to ever grow and take responsibility for their own actions or lives.

I do still watch cartoons. But no, that's not what I mean either.

Rather, I support the belief in being a child at heart, carefree, and disallowing life to get the best of you. :)
So, while I always pay my rent on time, I also turn a cheek to the times when things are hard and I can't eat roast for dinner when I want to.

There are a lot of things that you simply MUST mature with as you get older. If you don't pay your bills, you'll ruin your credit and never get a house.
If you don't commit to one person you'll never find a true, monogamous love that will last longer than rowdy, awkward one night stands and heartache.
If you don't clean the toilet....well....let's just say you'll regret it shortly after one of those rowdy nights leaves you hungover and nauseated......

Speaking of nauseation, I read something earlier today that literally made me feel a bit queasy.(and for once, not because of morning sickness!).

It was a blog about cheating on your healthy diet during pregnancy. Here, me being me, thought they meant having a cup of coffee that wasn't decaf or getting a greasy lunch at McDonalds. Maybe not steaming your turkey cold cuts before eating your sandwhich.
Well. One woman confessed to drinking 5 shots of Tequila on New Years, and getting a hangover.
She's due precisely two weeks beforem e, which gauges in about 14 weeks pregnant.

5 shots of Tequila. What. The. Hell. I doubt if I'd be able to do that if I wasn't pregnant, let alone knowing I was 14 weeks pregnant.

Just goes to show, some people never grow up- in a very bad way.....tsk tsk, so sad.

I'll thank my lucky stars that my mommy was a 'grown up' when she had me. No tequila sunrises for me pre-birth, thank you very much.

Sickening. Some people, they make me sick. *grimace*

That's all I have to say. A slight vent on this January afternoon.

Now I'll waddle off in my pregnant bliss, give my belly an affectionate tap as I bypass the cold cuts and the caffeine and settle down with my current craving of Peanut Butter and Jelly.

Which, I hear, is perfectly appropriate for fetuses while at the same time, allows me to be just childish enough for my own taste. You know, minus giving my baby a hangover when he's negative six months old. :)