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Absolutely Annie

My Favorites…

Book: Anything written by Roald Dahl. I think the man is genius. My absolute favorite book is James and the Giant Peach.

Movie: Dead Poet’s Society

Album: Disintegration, The Cure.

Snack: Popcorn. When 3:00 hits, I have to have a bag of the naturally filling, tasty salty snack.

Guilty Pleasure: I’m a typical woman--dark chocolate.

Quote: “Live your dreams.” --Dove chocolate candy wrapper quote.


When I was younger I wanted to be…

I wanted to take pictures. I felt that if I could capture the beauty I saw in a photograph I could hold onto that moment forever. Unfortunately, the pictures didn't portray what I saw in real-time and I gave up altogether.


The thing I value most about my job is…

I value my co-workers. It’s always been that way for me. I like people and developing connections with them.

The one thing I have to do everyday is..

I’m actually fairly inconsistent. Ideally I'd like to acquire a routine of early morning meditation, but sleep always seems so much more important in the morning.

More About Me

I am at a standstill. I’m frustrated, agitated, and irritated caused by my semi mid-life crisis. I’m turning 30 in three days. Excellent. The icing on the fattening, chocolate cake is that I’m bloated, hungry, and craving sweets—it’s that time again. Figures.

I’m disappointed really. At eight, I thought that at 30 I would be married, famous, have three kids, and one foot firmly rooted in the grave. I think I got one out of the four. I’m really starting to feel that maybe I am afraid of death and dying and old age. And that I will amount to nothing and leave this place exactly the same way I arrived. Perhaps maybe adding a little to the world’s landfill; although I sincerely make an effort to recycle and reuse.

So am I happy with my career path? No. How would I change it? I have no clue. I’m the cowardly lion. I look fearless but I’m a scardy cat. That’s why I’m grumpy, mom! It’s swimsuit season and my stomach’s the size of a watermelon. Sigh.

Woe is me. I know inevitably the answer is within. It always has been. I just wish a new toy, a new man; losing ten