What are things that make you far happier than they have any business doing? My list would include peanut butter rice krispie treats, fondling beautiful yarn at a yarn store, TV shows Wipeout and Steven Segal: Lawman, and my new love for Words With Friends on my iPad. Maybe the iPad should be on the list by itself (it is so fun.) Ooh, also a freshly mopped floor (particularly if I didn't do the mopping), sleeping past 8am on a Sunday morning, freshly made guacamole (a recent obsession), and pictures of old couples still so in love.
What would be on your list?
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Happiest day of all
Tomorrow is the happiest day of all. Why is that, you ask? Because professionals are coming to clean my house and I don't have to pay for it!! Thanks, Mom, for the fabulous Christmas gift. I'm finally using it, and I couldn't be more excited.
Booty
I went to a Stitch n Bitch meet-up last night, and the bar played this crazy song around 8:00 pm. It is awful. Truly, truly awful. And totally, totally stuck in my head.
Booty Man, by Tim Wilson
Booty Man, by Tim Wilson
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Memories
That's me as a baby. Such a cute, giant head!
Jon has a pretty cute giant head, too.
First comes love...
Then comes marriage...
Then comes baby...
In the baby carriage.
Then the baby completely takes over your life. And you love every (sleeping) moment of it.
Then, before you know it, that tiny baby is a giant toddler.
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Jon has a pretty cute giant head, too.
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| From Jon's Childhood slides |
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Then the baby completely takes over your life. And you love every (sleeping) moment of it.
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| From A Little Taste of Family Living |
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Monday, June 13, 2011
Bill Cosby was right
Evelyn is starting to get to that age where she says the cutest things all the time. I know I need to write them down. Here are a few I can remember
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Said Evelyn to the cats up for adoption at Petco: "I'm sorry you lost your home, little kitty." And then my heart melted into a thousand little pieces and I immediately adopted all the cats. Except that last part. Cats are trouble.
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"Mommy, I hope I can hold your hand when I grow up." You can hold my hand forever, little girl.
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As we drove by the enormous, as-yet-unopened, huge, blue IKEA building near the freeway: "That building is big. Just like daddy!"
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Whispered to herself as we drove home one afternoon: "I want to live in a castle...with horses...and ducks...and chickens...and rhinoceroses!...and zebras!"
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With urgency: "Mommy, do you like my eyebrows?!!"
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"Mommy, what is inner peace?"
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"Mommy, what is the internet?"
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Sometimes her questions are related to something. Sometimes they come out of nowhere. And usually I can not think of a good two-year-old-ified definition. My daughter--every exhausting, amazing inch of her--is a pure delight.
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Said Evelyn to the cats up for adoption at Petco: "I'm sorry you lost your home, little kitty." And then my heart melted into a thousand little pieces and I immediately adopted all the cats. Except that last part. Cats are trouble.
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"Mommy, I hope I can hold your hand when I grow up." You can hold my hand forever, little girl.
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As we drove by the enormous, as-yet-unopened, huge, blue IKEA building near the freeway: "That building is big. Just like daddy!"
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Whispered to herself as we drove home one afternoon: "I want to live in a castle...with horses...and ducks...and chickens...and rhinoceroses!...and zebras!"
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With urgency: "Mommy, do you like my eyebrows?!!"
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"Mommy, what is inner peace?"
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"Mommy, what is the internet?"
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Sometimes her questions are related to something. Sometimes they come out of nowhere. And usually I can not think of a good two-year-old-ified definition. My daughter--every exhausting, amazing inch of her--is a pure delight.
Monday, June 6, 2011
The gratuitous CC:
Wherein I complain briefly about my job and hope it doesn't get me in trouble (which it shouldn't, because it isn't really a complaint about my job as it is a complaint about all jobs everywhere).
One thing I hate more and more as the years go by is the gratuitous CC. Everyone who has ever worked in an office in the last ten years (i.e., everyone but my husband) has had someone in thier professional circle who likes to cc: a million people on every email. You might send a quick note asking for clarification on a particular issue, or maybe you don't understand one of the myriad issues facing physicians employed by a hospital system, and so you reach out for guidance. Then, your one-on-one email gets a response. Maybe the response is curt. Maybe it is kind. But either way it has been copied to 14 other people, including the chief medical officer, your boss, her boss, President Obama, God, and the responder's assistant.
Yes, a true first world problem. But honestly, why do some people feel the need to cc: SO many people? If this was a phone call, would they send out an email detailing the conversation so everyone is in the loop? If it was thirty years ago, would they fax a dictation of every conversation to interested parties? I'm just saying--just because you CAN copy a lot of people on an email does not mean you NEED to copy a lot of people on an email.
The end.
One thing I hate more and more as the years go by is the gratuitous CC. Everyone who has ever worked in an office in the last ten years (i.e., everyone but my husband) has had someone in thier professional circle who likes to cc: a million people on every email. You might send a quick note asking for clarification on a particular issue, or maybe you don't understand one of the myriad issues facing physicians employed by a hospital system, and so you reach out for guidance. Then, your one-on-one email gets a response. Maybe the response is curt. Maybe it is kind. But either way it has been copied to 14 other people, including the chief medical officer, your boss, her boss, President Obama, God, and the responder's assistant.
Yes, a true first world problem. But honestly, why do some people feel the need to cc: SO many people? If this was a phone call, would they send out an email detailing the conversation so everyone is in the loop? If it was thirty years ago, would they fax a dictation of every conversation to interested parties? I'm just saying--just because you CAN copy a lot of people on an email does not mean you NEED to copy a lot of people on an email.
The end.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
When you're sick
What foods do you crave when you are sick? Since I am now starting my second round of antibiotics to kick this nasty bronchitis (walking pneumonia?), I can tell you that I crave chips. Corn chips, potato chips, garlicky chips, cheesy chips--it doesn't matter, really. If it is salty and crunchy, my bacteria-and virus-addled brain thinks it is the best food ever.
I would think that a sick brain would want soup or applesauce or ice cream or something soft and comforting. Maybe something hearty like lasagna or stew. But no, I want chips.
One cannot subsist on chips alone, no matter how sick one is. The sick part of my brain doesn't know this, however, so the rational part of my brain has to step in and demand a piece of fruit or turkey sandwich. "Chips on the SIDE," it yells to its sick counterpart. "No, chips all the time!" Sicky VonGreyMatter replies. It is an epic battle.
Perhaps a second round of zithromiacin will settle the debate once and for all. I am slipping right back to where I was two weeks ago before the first round of antibiotics. Coughing. Tired. Headachey. I felt so much better for the 10 days the antibiotics were in my system, but the very day they ran out I because ill again.
Totally lame.
I would think that a sick brain would want soup or applesauce or ice cream or something soft and comforting. Maybe something hearty like lasagna or stew. But no, I want chips.
One cannot subsist on chips alone, no matter how sick one is. The sick part of my brain doesn't know this, however, so the rational part of my brain has to step in and demand a piece of fruit or turkey sandwich. "Chips on the SIDE," it yells to its sick counterpart. "No, chips all the time!" Sicky VonGreyMatter replies. It is an epic battle.
Perhaps a second round of zithromiacin will settle the debate once and for all. I am slipping right back to where I was two weeks ago before the first round of antibiotics. Coughing. Tired. Headachey. I felt so much better for the 10 days the antibiotics were in my system, but the very day they ran out I because ill again.
Totally lame.
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