Right now I am up WAY past my bedtime, watching episodes of Pyramid on GSN and eating tortilla chips. Plain tortilla chips.

I have never, ever been one to like plain ole chips, of any kind. Come to think of it, I don’t even like any chips all that much unless they accompany a sandwich. EXCEPT. Tortilla chips.

Tortilla chips fall into the most amazing and deliciously amazing food group: Mexican Food.

I’m afraid I have an addiction. I ate Mexican food three times this week, which was every day I worked and actually took a lunch. Today I had lunch and daiquiris with crayola at a place I don’t normally go to/order from. I had cheese enchiladas and they were AWWWEEESOME. The service pretty much sucked though so I filled up on chips and wasn’t able to eat all of my food. I normally order specialty nachos from my all-time favorite Mexican restaurant, Las Palmas.

I’ve been going there for so long with my best friend that I have always considered getting food there the ultimate treat. We went every single weekend for years and years. Sometimes went just to catch up and visit. Sometimes we went not only once a weekend but twice, or THREE TIMES.

It is definitely happy food.

I know it is so far out and almost ridiculous to even think of, but sometimes I think about Lo being older… like school aged reading textbooks older.

How WEIRD! It’s weird to think about my life that far in advance anyway, but to throw a child, my baby, into that thought is hard to comprehend.

Before I know it, she’s going to be all grown up. It makes me realize that this is one day of our lives that we will never get back. It’s a thought I’ve had before but never one that hurts so much.

I frequent sites like Twitter and more recently, facebook. I admit this one of the biggest downfalls to not having my iPhone in working condition. There are apps available for the iPhone that make keeping up to date with these sites insanely easy.

Today I saw a post on twitter calling out people who piss and moan about Facebook and it’s “lack of” privacy, even though there are so many settings on facebook that allow you to filter the information on your profile to only those you feel comfortable seeing.

There’s this awesome privacy filter that applies to EVERYTHING. This is how it works: you don’t post anything on the internet–anywhere–that you wouldn’t mind ANYONE and EVERYONE reading. It is free and easy to install.

I can’t understand why a person would write something on a web page that they would have problems with someone seeing.

These days it seems like we cut back in every way we can. I’m always thinking of how we can save money grocery shopping or by minimizing our utility bills. I can’t imagine having to endure the job search during times like these, it’s hard to think that so many people get turned down from jobs for being “overexperienced” for fear these people will move on when the opportunity strikes. I understand it but at the same time I don’t. Yes, someone is going to take a better job when it is presented to them… but what about the other bazillion people out there looking for jobs?

I don’t think it would be too hard to replace said person. I can understand not wanting to have a high turnover rate. But to me it seems like hiring someone to earn a living should take priority over how many people you will inevitably end up interviewing.

It seems like after having Lo, thoughts about having another baby are always lingering. I’m not thinking about actually having our next one… more like contemplating. Not long after I gave birth, I really wanted to be pregnant again–making that whole pregnancy amnesia thing I heard about TOTALLY true.

As more and more time passes I am so not ready for “morning” sickness, prenatal vitamins, or you know, HAVING ANOTHER BABY! for a long looooong time. I’m thinking I need like five more years minimum before I can even begin to process those things.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I don’t love every minute of being a mother, just that being a mother is totally insane.