Rachel W.

When I used to work in a professional setting and I would contact a new person about a project, my e-mails would usually start with, Hi, my name is Rachel Watson and I work at [insert place of employment here] as an [insert title here], I'm working on... [launch into e-mail about very exciting venture...]. So as I introduce myself to you, I want to fall back into that pattern, but these days, I don't really have a title (does mom count?) and I work within the walls of my house (and I'm not telling the web where that is). So, now onto my exciting venture... wait for it... this blog. I hope that wasn't too anticlimactic. So... what about this blog? So...What about me?

Well, my angle is, I'm an average doe, trying to live a happy life. I am pretty personal, so I'm not going to be sharing all the ugly moments of my life with you, but when I share a beautiful one, I will try to surround it with reality. For example, my bio (beautiful moment that it is)--I have spent way too much time on it. I somehow lost the version that I made some really great edits to last night, and so this is a different take on that.

Oh, and wasn't this supposed to be a bio or something? Quickly... I married my high school sweetheart, we lived in the student village at the University of Utah, and I LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT! I attended the University of Utah and graduated in broadcast journalism. Upon graduation, I worked at a local PBS station (KUED) editing video, writing and doing production. In 2007 my husband and I up and moved to Washington, DC, where I worked for the George Washington University as a Web editor and writer. At the end of 2009 we welcomed a bouncing baby boy into the world, and I have stayed home ever since. I have wanted to be a stay at home mom since I was six. It really is my dream job--not that it doesn't come with its ups and downs. I think the hardest thing about being a mom is that I am my own boss. I'd prefer to have someone telling me what to do and keeping tabs on me. What can I say, I am motivated by external forces--I am trying to work on that btw.

I like to lie on my stomach with my feet way too close to the space heater. I am a great listener, I love to give advice, I love people and making new friends, I try to be inclusive and I WISH so badly that I was an organized and clean person. I try EVERY day to get better in this regard, and just when I think I'm making progress, wham, I make something in the crockpot and I can't bring myself to clean it out that evening because there is all that meat juice in it, and I have no idea what to do with said juice because I don't want to pour it down my sink, and I can't put it in my trashcan in a ziplock bag because the weight of other garbage may make it explode. Could I pour it down the gutter's drain? A neighbor might see me... Okay, I'll deal with it tomorrow, and then it's tomorrow and the dishes pile up around it because my sink isn't empty and the dishwasher needs to be unloaded (which I really don't love doing). So now, a six minute job has turned into six hour one, my kitchen looks like it has exploded because I just made dinner and I'm short on time, and cleaning while I work doesn't come naturally to me, so I gave up on that about half way through, and now dinner is over and I wonder, how did this happen? I was supposed to be getting better! But I digress...