Spreading A Little Thin the attention span these days?

Well, it is bound to happen someday.
Right?
I mean, how many balls DO I expect to have in the air at once without one of them eventually causing me a concussion?

OK. So, obviously I have *issues*
I'm a tad scattered (as I write this, I am currently reading two twitter accounts, texting with my boss, talking on the phone with my hubs, googling info on psychiatrists in the area, googling adderall dosage, trying to print out a report for work, and looking around at the chaos that surrounds me in this room wishing I could shut down life JUST FOR A WEEKEND and organize my world.)
Because I can't manage to enjoy things in a simple manner, I feel like I have to complicate them unnecessarily. Thus the addition of a second twitter account (I can't be funny with my family watching. My humor doesn't WORK on them). Of course, to add that twitter, and get klout and such going, I needed a Facebook account to reference it to. So I now have a totally useless account set up that I may or may not enjoy torturing people from anonymously for a while. Of course, again, with the tag of Soup in general? It's pretty much a giveaway. Which is why I won't even BE MY OWN FRIEND on that Facebook account. Brilliant, right?
Today is one month not smoking. I'm kinda cool with it. It's also been a month with my working out, and clothes are falling off of me. Now I've actually set up an appointment with a psychiatrist (multi-tasking KICKS ASS) and will, hopefully, do something about this ADD issue I'm having these days. I am aware that I have real distractions in my world, but come ON... if I can medicate with my friends' meds and function, then somewhere there is a med just for me!  Not that I need another diagnosis, but I'm tired of being so obviously SCREWED about getting things done. Work. I need my job. Which means if I have to work from home due to circumstances, I need to be able to actually DO my work from home. Right? RIGHT!

Now. Because I'm just that kind of brilliant Bored DiStrAcTeD. I have started digging through images for...
wait for it....
More images of Barbie... I have to explain this pattern. Because I fear people will begin to take it the wrong way...

Once upon a time, in another lifetime - not so long ago - I worked in a job where being female was considered a pretty big handicap. No one took you seriously, no one allowed you to even DO your job most days. Being 5'5", blonde hair, blue eyes, big boobs, and a size 5? I got the nickname Barbie. 

Hell, I might as well have just stayed home. But I didn't. I was pretty determined to overcome the stigma. Over time, the inmates (yeah. That's right. A badge, a gun, and 1,400 men that had to do what I said!) realized that I wasn't all fun and games. They adjusted their opinions AND my nickname, and Barbie Bitch was born.
OK, don't get it twisted. These days? I'm a lot more Bitch than Barbie and I haven't been a size 5 this century. But come on. It's a play on who I was once, and I enjoy it. Besides, I'm working my ass off (literally) and although I have no specific interest in being a size 5 again...I WILL be Barbie Bitch again some day. Maybe a different attitude, and a different size, but I'll find that inner Diva and bring her back to life. One day at a time...

I'm feeling very Holly Golightly today....

I feel like running off to somewhere I've never been before... just because I never have.

Tuesday...oh no it CAN'T be Tuesday...it's TOO GRUESOME!

I've got a hell of a week to go and I just want it to go AS PLANNED for once. So everyone keep your shit together and things will be JUST FINE. Don't make me go all Ya Ya on everyone. My weekend girl day plans already got screwed. I'm not tolerating any further fallout.

Or narcissistic, passive aggressive crap.... You've been warned.

The countdown is on...



Ok. I admit it. I'm spoiled.

28 days.  6 nights, 7 days. Casino, Beach, The Boardwalk...

It's just almost impossible. This time next month I could be rolling my eyes in boredom from TOO MUCH vacation.

So how much pre-trip shopping can I do without putting a huge dent in the spending money?

Alphabet Soup Explained....

Although most people who know me wouldn't think so might wonder are completely aware of. I'm a bit of a mess. Not so much OUTWARDLY....but inwardly...absolutely.

Soup began innocently enough. It was all about venting and ranting and whining and bitching and moaning about life in general with a friend. Soup is sacred. What happens at Soup, Stays at Soup... So there are no off topics there. No judgements or disapproving looks... it's all about whatever we need it to be.  Soup began when a friend was going through a rough spot in her life, and I'm ALWAYS in some random restless vagabond mode or another. So we would go. Sit. Talk.  We made time. Along the way we picked up a few things... the spoon...which is the symbol of soup, and our own particular brand of crazy soup. Mine? Alphabet...all the way.
ADD, OCD, PTSD, AD....You get the picture. I could make a business card look good. So there you have the basis behind Soup as a premise.  Spilled Soup came about because I needed a place to vent that *I* didn't edit for content. I need to be able to be snarky, and judgemental, and generally be the bitch that I am.

So while it definitely takes some effort to keep up with all my crazy, Eventually I hope to have this blog going along quite well... I have places I have to be nice. This isn't it.
So stick around. Things might just get interesting...

Ok. I guess there's nothing left but to start....

I have a blog...actually I have two of them. They depict my life. My world as it is... THIS blog? Has no purpose other than entertainment. The semi-anonymity of not telling anyone who I am, although I know a few people who would have no trouble figuring it out if they found me...(soup is kinda my thing...but I'll explain what soup is, and how it ACTUALLY works at another time...)
I mean, who doesn't want to follow a 40 year old anxiety sufferer who is quitting smoking and dieting and working out 3-5 times a week for the first time in her life ALL while dealing with the heavy shit life is handing her... (and no exaggeration, I got some heavy shit going on)... Internationally known (...well, a couple of my friends from school live in other countries now, doesn't that count?) FABULOUS....(in a way that only the people who have no regard for fashion can be!) and DRIVEN (to madness most days) to change.
Honestly, I live a life of tremendous blessings. But also of limited, er...what would you call it....ummm...?
Excitement? No. I don't bore easily, I'm a reader.
Adventure? Not really, it's an adventure every time I go to the gym...that's enough for me these days.

I have plenty of REAL things to complain/whine/bitch about in my real world...but that's not what this is about. THIS is my one place to actually be pretentious. As if the perky people at Starbucks making me stabby the ONE day a week I drag my ass out to get a mocha is the pinnacle of all that is wrong with my life. No, it's not. But that's part of the charm of this page. It's where the REALITY isn't the point. It's the fabulous, narcissistic, neurotic, snarky, obsessive compulsive, random, useless place that I can air all my ridiculous, pointless crap. DIG?
Let's just say creativity...maybe that sums it up. It's all and nothing at once. No REAL reason to complain, but I'm a whiner nonetheless. So stick around and watch me let loose my inner narcissist, because around here? It's really ALL about me...