what a girl wants

I'm a huge fan of Colin Firth and not just because he's so good looking (Yes, I realize every movie I like has a guy I think is hot. I know I have a problem and I'm okay with it). I'm also a huge fan of movies set overseas. Because overseas is awesomeness.

This romantic comedy tugged at my heart strings for a number of reasons. Besides the romantic comedy aspect, it's about a girl who's wished to meet her father her entire life and sets out to make that happen. She does find him, but everything isn't what she thought it would be (how many things in life really turn out the way we thought?).

I really love this movie, but I can be an envious creature when watching things that have nothing to do with my life. With an M.I.A father my entire life, I was jealous that she had one that cared that much. At the same time, I was happy she found a dad who cares. I have no issues mentioning that I get teary-eyed every time I watch the end.

is too much, too much?

I realized today that I 5 blogs, not including twitter. There's one I update the most (which isn't as often as I like). One is a book review blog (I need to read more and remember to write about it afterwards). My livejournal is dedicated to fanfiction (yup, i am that girl) and only one person's allowed to read it that I personally know. Tumblr's strictly for my pictures (because posting them in Facebook just isn't enough). Now I just started another one that's going to be dedicated to my baking and cooking (I figure, why not since that's what I'm going to school for, right?)

Its like I have an addiction to having a blog. I can't help myself, but I'm never able to dedicate as much time to them as i'd like to. If I never had to sleep again, I'd have more than enough time. Or if I'd never have to clean the house or do laundry ever again. Basically, if I was rich and didn't have all the extra responsibilities of being an adult. Being a mom is not included in the responsibility realm. I'm talking paying bills.

I'm trying to dedicate at least 30 minutes to all these extracurricular activities that I'd like to do. But sometimes I wonder: how much is too much?

getting the groove back

It's taken some time, but I'm finally back in the frame of mind to want to write again. It kind of came as a surprise that I'm itching to pick up a pen or get on a computer to write and not sit around feeling like a lost puppy. It's the first time in a while I actually want to write, and it makes pretty happy.

I'm on spring break right now and I know the week's going to fly by, but I'm excited about getting some writing, reading and blog updating in before the hectic-ness of school begins again.

I'm really glad this quarter is over, though. The past 11 weeks have somehow managed to be the hardest ever. I'm not sure if it was the homework load or more classes than I could handle, but the quarter left me exhausted. It tested my patience and a little bit of my confidence. It also makes me a little proud I survived it without going completely insane. This mini vacation is just what I need to keep me in the right frame of mind.

Moms

I was on the train and I saw the cutest thing. A mom, in her flannel pjs, was dropping her daughter off. Much to her daughter's chagrin, the mom got out of the car, hugged her in front of everyone, then went back to the car and waited until the train doors closed and started off.

The daughter was embarrassed to say the least and I can relate to having a mom be so obvious that she worries about you. I can also relate to the mom who worries constantly when the kid's more than 5 feet away. I can also understand not caring how much you embarrass your kid in public. I do it all the time, sans the flannel pjs (I don't do flannel pjs). Embarrassment is how we show we care :).

All I can say is, "Sorry, kid, it comes with the territory." Even when youre too old and gray to be considered anyone's baby, we'll still worry our even grayer head off. It never goes away. And if I'd been able to, I would have implanted a tracking device in my kid the minute she joined the world. But apparently that's illegal.

Life is a Strange Ride

To say life hasn't turned out the way I expected is an understatement. Life is so far off from where I thought it would be, it's almost on a different planet. And I've always believed things in life happen for a reason, even if it's something completely heartbreaking and doesn't seem fair.

As I sit here writing this, I'm kind of in shock. When I was little, I had a dream of being a pastry chef. That dream hid itself, being replaced by becoming a famous actress. I was going to marry some hot actor I had a crush on (*ahem* Christian Bale) and live in a huge Beverly Hills mansion with our 3 adorable kids.

Well, I joined the military at 17 and traveled the world for 12 years. I had a kid and never got married (because Christian Bale was already taken and my heart was broken, of course). I decided I never wanted to live in California.

Irony of all ironies, here I am at 30, living in California. Not quite the place I expected, but it's beautiful, nonetheless. My daughter gets the best of both worlds: me and her dad all the time. Still not married, but if my mom has her say, that's not going to last much longer. And I'm going to culinary school to become a pastry chef.