so yesterday i was scheduled to have a meeting with a donor (ok, a prospective donor, which is someone who's never given money before but might have some interest...) and being the consummate professional i am, i picked out the least-wrinkled suit i had hanging in my closet (you know, one of the ones that miraculously didn't end up covered with dog hair or crayon from the last time i wore it), and the heels that don't kill my feet *too* much. i even spent the extra five minutes it took to flip the ends of my hair under (which i'm generally too lazy to do).
i had taken the past two days off for vacation to get things done at home (more about that tomorrow!) and i really did take a true vacation this time -- didn't check my voice mail or e-mail once in those days! but what do i get for not checking, you ask? a waste of a good outfit. turns out my donor-man decided he didn't want me to waste my time by coming to visit him and had left a message with one of my colleagues to let me know -- but dumb-ass me didn't find out until it was too late, so i had the pleasure of sitting in the office all day with a stuffy suit and heels on when i could have been comfy! oh well, that will teach me to try and distance myself from the office!
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
the wife gene
washing dishes late at night always seems to bring out the worst in me. it happened again last night as i was scrubbing the pots and pans from dinner and putting away the leftovers and loading the dishwasher. i had put morgan to bed and she was asleep, and Dork was in his usual position -- on the couch, with the laptop glued to his legs and south park blaring in the background.
don't get me wrong, he works a 40-hour week just like i do, but i always get infuriated when i'm at the sink or folding my daughter's clothes or clearing off the table after dinner and he's nowhere to be found. last night, while mindlessly scraping the remains of the stir-fried tofu out of the bottom of the skillet (which, by the way, was a pretty tasty addition to my newfound diet....and morgan loved, it too! hmmm, maybe because i told her it was potatoes?!), my thoughts went back to the same ramblings they always do when i'm standing at the sink and he's in the livng room on the computer. for some reason, i get infuriated that i'm cleaning up his dishes while he's enjoying himself -- and it hit me especially hard last night because he had the day off, so it wasn't like he had either a physically or mentally taxing day!
bad part is, i don't know if i'm the only gal that feels this way -- other women seem perfectly content to do their husband's laundry, pick up their husband's clothes off of the floor, clear their dishes, and clean up after them. i end up feeling resentful when i do those things, yet society makes you feel like those are your wifely duties. maybe i didn't get a full helping of the wife gene when it was being doled out?!?
i thought for awhile that my resentfulness was a generational thing -- after all, my mom and mother-in-law are both from the generation in which men's and women's roles in the home were more clearly defined. i don't necessarily believe that anymore; there are women i know that don't seem bothered by cooking and cleaning while their husbands don't contribute to the household. a good friend who's my age makes dinner for her husband every night and even gets a meal ready for him when she's not going to be there, so that he's taken care of -- am i wrong for not even giving a second thought to what my husband is going to have for dinner when i go out of town for work? after all, he's an adult that survived on his own for four years away from home in college -- if he can't survive on mac and cheese and pizza, that's not my fault!
it's not like i acquired those thoughts from growing up at home, either. my mom cooked the majority of the meals, she did the laundry, she did the cleaning, and she primarily took care of me. my dad, however, did clean up after himself, helped my mom around the house with odd jobs and with some cleaning, and was definitely a hands-on dad. he was also a 'neat' person -- he's not the type of man that would have left his dirty boxers lying on the floor for someone to either step over or pick up. and if he did, he wouldn't have expected my mom to pick them up. maybe Dork doesn't actually *expect* me to do that, but if i don't do it, it doesn't get done.
i guess with me, it comes down to the notion that you always hear about the difference between men and women is that women don't keep score until the score is really uneven. sometimes i feel like the score is off in our relationship and that's what makes me upset. i don't want to have to *ask* him to help, i want him to *want* to help. i'm a full believer in equality -- we're both responsible for household duties and for taking care of morgan, or at least that's what we agreed on when we started kicking around the idea of getting married almost six years ago. however, Dork grew up in a traditionally male-dominated household where his mom did most of the work and took care of the kids, while his dad made a living for them and had a career. maybe that's why he acts like he does, since that's what he grew up with -- but it still doesn't help me feel any better about the issue at hand, where i'm damned if i do the dishes and pick up after him (because then i feel resentful) and i'm damned if i don't (because then they pile up and we have a mess!). until i figure out a solution, i'll see you at 11PM at my kitchen sink, and i'll bring the snark.
don't get me wrong, he works a 40-hour week just like i do, but i always get infuriated when i'm at the sink or folding my daughter's clothes or clearing off the table after dinner and he's nowhere to be found. last night, while mindlessly scraping the remains of the stir-fried tofu out of the bottom of the skillet (which, by the way, was a pretty tasty addition to my newfound diet....and morgan loved, it too! hmmm, maybe because i told her it was potatoes?!), my thoughts went back to the same ramblings they always do when i'm standing at the sink and he's in the livng room on the computer. for some reason, i get infuriated that i'm cleaning up his dishes while he's enjoying himself -- and it hit me especially hard last night because he had the day off, so it wasn't like he had either a physically or mentally taxing day!
bad part is, i don't know if i'm the only gal that feels this way -- other women seem perfectly content to do their husband's laundry, pick up their husband's clothes off of the floor, clear their dishes, and clean up after them. i end up feeling resentful when i do those things, yet society makes you feel like those are your wifely duties. maybe i didn't get a full helping of the wife gene when it was being doled out?!?
i thought for awhile that my resentfulness was a generational thing -- after all, my mom and mother-in-law are both from the generation in which men's and women's roles in the home were more clearly defined. i don't necessarily believe that anymore; there are women i know that don't seem bothered by cooking and cleaning while their husbands don't contribute to the household. a good friend who's my age makes dinner for her husband every night and even gets a meal ready for him when she's not going to be there, so that he's taken care of -- am i wrong for not even giving a second thought to what my husband is going to have for dinner when i go out of town for work? after all, he's an adult that survived on his own for four years away from home in college -- if he can't survive on mac and cheese and pizza, that's not my fault!
it's not like i acquired those thoughts from growing up at home, either. my mom cooked the majority of the meals, she did the laundry, she did the cleaning, and she primarily took care of me. my dad, however, did clean up after himself, helped my mom around the house with odd jobs and with some cleaning, and was definitely a hands-on dad. he was also a 'neat' person -- he's not the type of man that would have left his dirty boxers lying on the floor for someone to either step over or pick up. and if he did, he wouldn't have expected my mom to pick them up. maybe Dork doesn't actually *expect* me to do that, but if i don't do it, it doesn't get done.
i guess with me, it comes down to the notion that you always hear about the difference between men and women is that women don't keep score until the score is really uneven. sometimes i feel like the score is off in our relationship and that's what makes me upset. i don't want to have to *ask* him to help, i want him to *want* to help. i'm a full believer in equality -- we're both responsible for household duties and for taking care of morgan, or at least that's what we agreed on when we started kicking around the idea of getting married almost six years ago. however, Dork grew up in a traditionally male-dominated household where his mom did most of the work and took care of the kids, while his dad made a living for them and had a career. maybe that's why he acts like he does, since that's what he grew up with -- but it still doesn't help me feel any better about the issue at hand, where i'm damned if i do the dishes and pick up after him (because then i feel resentful) and i'm damned if i don't (because then they pile up and we have a mess!). until i figure out a solution, i'll see you at 11PM at my kitchen sink, and i'll bring the snark.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
skinny bitch
sunday, morgan and i were browsing in our local target after church -- i had been out of town for work this week and didn't get around to picking up father's day cards, even though we had plenty of gifts for Dork. (i always put off buying a father's day card until the last possible minute....my dad passed away eight years ago and it still pains me to browse through the cards and see the ones that i would have picked out to give to my dad...so now i try to take the emphasis off of me and do it through my daughter's eyes and just look for cards that are suitable for a two year-old to give to her daddy!)
it never fails that, when i'm in target, i have to stop by the books and magazine racks, just to browse and see what's new. i perused two paperbacks, 'harvesting the heart' by jodi picoult and one called 'momzillas,' which looked funny, since it was about the struggles of upper-crust mommies in manhattan. i put them both in my cart, since i'll need some good chick lit to read at the beach this summer (meaning, after my daughter goes to bed at night!), and another book finally beckoned me to pick it up. i've noticed 'skinny bitch' many times before when i browsed the book aisles but never picked up, but today i decided to, and even tossed it in my cart...i figured, i can spend $11.20 and if it teaches me at least one good weight-loss technique, then it's worth it, right?
since i hadn't started another book after finishing 'such a pretty fat' by jen lancaster two weeks ago, i cracked open 'skinny bitch' after morgan went down for a nap, and i was appalled by what i was reading. the book basically promotes veganism as a way of life and of getting healthy, but in its quest to do so, it brings to light the sheer disgust of the meat and dairy industries.
i've always been teetering on the edge of vegetarianism -- i love animals and when i stop and think about what i'm really eating when i cut into a steak, i can barely stand it, and i won't eat veal or lamb primarily for those reasons -- but i'm not what i think of as a typical 'veg-head.' i mean, i'm a conservative republican!! and i wear leather shoes, i enjoy dressing nicely and wearing makeup, and i'm a girly-girl, not some granola-eating, earthy-crunchy chick that doesn't shave her armpits -- or at least that's always been my narrow-minded view of what a vegetarian looks like. but this book made me look at it a whole different way -- basically, it espouses that if you put crap into your bodies, your body will look like crap, and that you should eat clean. it goes on to detail stories of what really happens inside a meat slaughterhouse, and alerts readers to the antibiotics, chemicals and shit (literally!!) that gets put into cattle, pigs, and chickens, which we, in turn, ingest whenever we eat those animals.
pretty much grossed me the hell out and gave me a wake-up call, that i don't want all those chemicals and antibiotics in my body and that, even though i can't change the meat industry and the inhumane way they treat and kill animals for food, i can do my little part by not contributing to the consumption. now comes the hard part....actually sticking to it when i smell seared cow flesh on the grill!! i'll be sharing my experiences here -- i'm starting slow and have signed an online pledge to go without meat for 30 days, so i'm looking forward to seeing how i feel without animal by-products in my system. Dork pretty much thinks this is all a big joke (he loves veal and said he's proud to be at the top of the food chain, so that's what i'm dealing with here...) and i told him i don't care if he eats meat, and i'll continue to prepare it for him and my daughter if they want it (although she's not a big meat eater, either). after all, it's my decision and i'm not forcing it on anyone, but hopefully in the process, i can help him be a little more aware of what he's eating, and we can do some creative cooking in the process!
it never fails that, when i'm in target, i have to stop by the books and magazine racks, just to browse and see what's new. i perused two paperbacks, 'harvesting the heart' by jodi picoult and one called 'momzillas,' which looked funny, since it was about the struggles of upper-crust mommies in manhattan. i put them both in my cart, since i'll need some good chick lit to read at the beach this summer (meaning, after my daughter goes to bed at night!), and another book finally beckoned me to pick it up. i've noticed 'skinny bitch' many times before when i browsed the book aisles but never picked up, but today i decided to, and even tossed it in my cart...i figured, i can spend $11.20 and if it teaches me at least one good weight-loss technique, then it's worth it, right?
since i hadn't started another book after finishing 'such a pretty fat' by jen lancaster two weeks ago, i cracked open 'skinny bitch' after morgan went down for a nap, and i was appalled by what i was reading. the book basically promotes veganism as a way of life and of getting healthy, but in its quest to do so, it brings to light the sheer disgust of the meat and dairy industries.
i've always been teetering on the edge of vegetarianism -- i love animals and when i stop and think about what i'm really eating when i cut into a steak, i can barely stand it, and i won't eat veal or lamb primarily for those reasons -- but i'm not what i think of as a typical 'veg-head.' i mean, i'm a conservative republican!! and i wear leather shoes, i enjoy dressing nicely and wearing makeup, and i'm a girly-girl, not some granola-eating, earthy-crunchy chick that doesn't shave her armpits -- or at least that's always been my narrow-minded view of what a vegetarian looks like. but this book made me look at it a whole different way -- basically, it espouses that if you put crap into your bodies, your body will look like crap, and that you should eat clean. it goes on to detail stories of what really happens inside a meat slaughterhouse, and alerts readers to the antibiotics, chemicals and shit (literally!!) that gets put into cattle, pigs, and chickens, which we, in turn, ingest whenever we eat those animals.
pretty much grossed me the hell out and gave me a wake-up call, that i don't want all those chemicals and antibiotics in my body and that, even though i can't change the meat industry and the inhumane way they treat and kill animals for food, i can do my little part by not contributing to the consumption. now comes the hard part....actually sticking to it when i smell seared cow flesh on the grill!! i'll be sharing my experiences here -- i'm starting slow and have signed an online pledge to go without meat for 30 days, so i'm looking forward to seeing how i feel without animal by-products in my system. Dork pretty much thinks this is all a big joke (he loves veal and said he's proud to be at the top of the food chain, so that's what i'm dealing with here...) and i told him i don't care if he eats meat, and i'll continue to prepare it for him and my daughter if they want it (although she's not a big meat eater, either). after all, it's my decision and i'm not forcing it on anyone, but hopefully in the process, i can help him be a little more aware of what he's eating, and we can do some creative cooking in the process!
Friday, June 13, 2008
the allure of PS3?
ok, would someone please explain something to me? what i can't figure out is my husband's obsession with all things play station, or, more accurately, why all he has been able to talk about for the past two weeks is that play station 3 (in the 80gb mode, as if that means anything) is being released and how he can't wait to get his hands on it.
ya know, i thought that having one play station was enough -- he's equipped with PS2 and a ton of games for it, and he even gets to jam out on guitar hero and be a big, bad rock god. apparently, this new one is so good that it will even cook dinner and change our daughter's diaper for us, in addition to having a blu-ray player and top of the line graphics! oooh, where do i sign up to get one?! after all, for $500, this baby had better be doing my laundry for me and watching the kid while i go shopping for a pair of manolos (which, incidentally, i could have for the same price).
and just getting excited about the new PS3 isn't enough -- i thought he was going to have a seizure last night when he was looking at the *PACKAGING* for the new systems online. i was watching diego with morgan and out of nowhere, i hear, "hey honey, look at the packaging on this." since diego didn't have his rescue pack out at the time (yes, it scares me how kid tv is overtaking my life...) i turn around to find Dork glued to the laptop with the screen turned around so that i could behold the really cool box that the PS3 comes in. but wait! there's more -- after all, there's not just *one* type of box that's available. evidently, there's a choice of packaging and he's pretty wound up about all the kinds that are available.
meanwhile, i'm wondering what the attraction is for a 30-something guy with a professional job and a child. sure, i had an atari hooked to my tv as a kid and video games were kinda cool when i was in high school, and i remember going to arcades with my friends when we were at the mall -- centipede was my fave, and i couldn't wait to shoot at the segments of the bug as it inched its way down the screen. but then i went to college and found boys, alcohol and my sorority more to my liking and the games went by the wayside. Dork, on the other hand, played video games and Dungeons & Dragons through college and (i can't even believe i'm saying this) he and his friends still play D&D as adults. the only difference? they now play online since everyone lives in different parts of the country. so now i can count on Dork to grab his headseat every few weekends and log on to their site so that he can talk live to his buddies while their characters (D&D as well as World of Warcraft) can interact together. maybe it's just me, but doesn't life itself have enough weird challenges and twists and turns, without having to create them in a fantasy realm? or maybe it's escaping reality that they really are looking for -- after all, even though i don't know too much about the D&D characters, i'm guessing they don't crap their diapers or spew barf on your new outfit as you're heading out the door, already running late for work. and if they did? i'm guessing men would be nowhere to be found.
ya know, i thought that having one play station was enough -- he's equipped with PS2 and a ton of games for it, and he even gets to jam out on guitar hero and be a big, bad rock god. apparently, this new one is so good that it will even cook dinner and change our daughter's diaper for us, in addition to having a blu-ray player and top of the line graphics! oooh, where do i sign up to get one?! after all, for $500, this baby had better be doing my laundry for me and watching the kid while i go shopping for a pair of manolos (which, incidentally, i could have for the same price).
and just getting excited about the new PS3 isn't enough -- i thought he was going to have a seizure last night when he was looking at the *PACKAGING* for the new systems online. i was watching diego with morgan and out of nowhere, i hear, "hey honey, look at the packaging on this." since diego didn't have his rescue pack out at the time (yes, it scares me how kid tv is overtaking my life...) i turn around to find Dork glued to the laptop with the screen turned around so that i could behold the really cool box that the PS3 comes in. but wait! there's more -- after all, there's not just *one* type of box that's available. evidently, there's a choice of packaging and he's pretty wound up about all the kinds that are available.
meanwhile, i'm wondering what the attraction is for a 30-something guy with a professional job and a child. sure, i had an atari hooked to my tv as a kid and video games were kinda cool when i was in high school, and i remember going to arcades with my friends when we were at the mall -- centipede was my fave, and i couldn't wait to shoot at the segments of the bug as it inched its way down the screen. but then i went to college and found boys, alcohol and my sorority more to my liking and the games went by the wayside. Dork, on the other hand, played video games and Dungeons & Dragons through college and (i can't even believe i'm saying this) he and his friends still play D&D as adults. the only difference? they now play online since everyone lives in different parts of the country. so now i can count on Dork to grab his headseat every few weekends and log on to their site so that he can talk live to his buddies while their characters (D&D as well as World of Warcraft) can interact together. maybe it's just me, but doesn't life itself have enough weird challenges and twists and turns, without having to create them in a fantasy realm? or maybe it's escaping reality that they really are looking for -- after all, even though i don't know too much about the D&D characters, i'm guessing they don't crap their diapers or spew barf on your new outfit as you're heading out the door, already running late for work. and if they did? i'm guessing men would be nowhere to be found.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
amusement parks? AAAHHCH!
back when i was a kid in the late 70's and early 80's, god love my parents for trying to make sure we had a fun family vacay every summer. it usually consisted of either trekking to a new jersey or maryland beach for time on the sand and on the boardwalk, or else hitting a place like hershey park, sea world, or kings' dominion for rides and amusement time.
now that i'm a parent, i can fully empathize with what my parents must have gone through, and that empathy process began this past weekend as the three of us spent 10 hours at hershey park. sure, i've gone to amusement parks as an adult and have been mildly put out by the lines, the rude people, and the cost of food, but i let it roll off my back because the fun time i spent with my friends or my then-boyfriend outweighed those little inconveniences.
but now that i'm responsible for the well-being of a certain very special two year-old little girl, the story changes. no longer am i content to ignore it when someone cuts in front of me or when i can't find a restroom with a clean diaper deck within a two-block radius. no, i'm now looking out for the fun and welfare of my little daughter and it's not just about me anymore (NOTE - coming from a self-indulgent only child, that preceding phrase is pretty profound).
it was a sweltering 90+ degree day with lots of humidity, but i braved the sun and heat so that morgan would have a fun time. i made sure she was sprayed throughout the day with WaterBabies, properly hydrated with bottles of water, and entertained on the kiddie log flume, choo-choo train and kissing tower. we even stood for an hour, waiting for Daddy to get on the Roller Soaker ride so that we could drench him with a water bomb from the ground. (hmmm, bet that's how i got totally fried on the back of my shoulders and knees!) and the time that i would typically have spent pre-morgan browsing through the cute little gift shops at the entrance were replaced with time spent waiting in line for a clean bathroom while trying (albeit unsuccessfully) to ignore the tattoos, green and purple hair and pierced navels of fellow line-waiters. instead of shopping for fun souvenirs, i spent my money on bottled water, burgers, and chicken fingers.
as i was wilting from the heat, i kept envisioning the water park looming up ahead and thinking how good a few little sprays of water would feel. well, it did feel good -- except the few little sprays of water were downpours, thanks to the little asshats who kept setting off the water bombs when morgan and i were standing nearby. so much for trying to look cute in my new tank and madras plaid shorts -- i looked like the loser in a wet t-shirt contest, and the hair that had been so perfectly flat-ironed just a few hours earlier was now frizzing and curling in the humidity. and of course the mascara i had so artfully applied and the perfect bare minerals makeup were now making their way down the sides of my face, and the underwear i had put on that morning were now creeping up into uncomfortable heights, thanks to my soaking wet shorts. the best part, though? all of my dry clothes were in my suitcase....which was back at the hotel. i felt sticky, stinky, and gross, and the fact that Dork didn't quite understand WHY i felt that way made it even worse. the fact that he's italian and has dark skin that never burns and hair that perfectly curls, no matter how wet it gets? that could be part of the issue.
i phoned my mom at one point to chat -- i think it was right after i spent $10 for a burger -- and check in with her, and it was then that i thanked her like i've never thanked her before. now that i'm a mom, i fully understand how she put on a happy face for me so i'd have a great vacation. but now i know that she was also probably counting down the minutes until the park closed and she could break out the flask and have her own little private party to celebrate the end of a wacky day!
now that i'm a parent, i can fully empathize with what my parents must have gone through, and that empathy process began this past weekend as the three of us spent 10 hours at hershey park. sure, i've gone to amusement parks as an adult and have been mildly put out by the lines, the rude people, and the cost of food, but i let it roll off my back because the fun time i spent with my friends or my then-boyfriend outweighed those little inconveniences.
but now that i'm responsible for the well-being of a certain very special two year-old little girl, the story changes. no longer am i content to ignore it when someone cuts in front of me or when i can't find a restroom with a clean diaper deck within a two-block radius. no, i'm now looking out for the fun and welfare of my little daughter and it's not just about me anymore (NOTE - coming from a self-indulgent only child, that preceding phrase is pretty profound).
it was a sweltering 90+ degree day with lots of humidity, but i braved the sun and heat so that morgan would have a fun time. i made sure she was sprayed throughout the day with WaterBabies, properly hydrated with bottles of water, and entertained on the kiddie log flume, choo-choo train and kissing tower. we even stood for an hour, waiting for Daddy to get on the Roller Soaker ride so that we could drench him with a water bomb from the ground. (hmmm, bet that's how i got totally fried on the back of my shoulders and knees!) and the time that i would typically have spent pre-morgan browsing through the cute little gift shops at the entrance were replaced with time spent waiting in line for a clean bathroom while trying (albeit unsuccessfully) to ignore the tattoos, green and purple hair and pierced navels of fellow line-waiters. instead of shopping for fun souvenirs, i spent my money on bottled water, burgers, and chicken fingers.
as i was wilting from the heat, i kept envisioning the water park looming up ahead and thinking how good a few little sprays of water would feel. well, it did feel good -- except the few little sprays of water were downpours, thanks to the little asshats who kept setting off the water bombs when morgan and i were standing nearby. so much for trying to look cute in my new tank and madras plaid shorts -- i looked like the loser in a wet t-shirt contest, and the hair that had been so perfectly flat-ironed just a few hours earlier was now frizzing and curling in the humidity. and of course the mascara i had so artfully applied and the perfect bare minerals makeup were now making their way down the sides of my face, and the underwear i had put on that morning were now creeping up into uncomfortable heights, thanks to my soaking wet shorts. the best part, though? all of my dry clothes were in my suitcase....which was back at the hotel. i felt sticky, stinky, and gross, and the fact that Dork didn't quite understand WHY i felt that way made it even worse. the fact that he's italian and has dark skin that never burns and hair that perfectly curls, no matter how wet it gets? that could be part of the issue.
i phoned my mom at one point to chat -- i think it was right after i spent $10 for a burger -- and check in with her, and it was then that i thanked her like i've never thanked her before. now that i'm a mom, i fully understand how she put on a happy face for me so i'd have a great vacation. but now i know that she was also probably counting down the minutes until the park closed and she could break out the flask and have her own little private party to celebrate the end of a wacky day!
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Random crap about moi
A big thank-you to licksthebowlinminneapolis.blogspot.com for this craptastic waste of time, but it was a great filler since i'm brain-dead today and don't have any exciting tales to tell!
1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? No, my mom just happened to like my name when she heard it, and the second part of my compound name is after my dad.
2. THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Hmmm....well i was pms'ing it earlier in the week, so i've gotta say it was when i watched a commercial with a little baby and mom. yeah, i'm a real nutbar when it comes to controlling my emotions when aunt flo's in town.
3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Only when i write with sharpie extra-fine point pens or other fine-point markers. and, i like my printing a lot but my writing? not so much.
4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? Turkey
5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? yup, one of them, in the female model.
6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? I think i would be, because i'm fun and like to have a good time. but, i also can be judgmental/snarky, overly consumed with whatever i'm doing at the time, bitchy, catty, and i sometimes think the world revolves around me.
7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? never in the office but at home? i have to to keep up with Dork, so definitely.
8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yep.
9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP ? i like to try lots of different things, but a thrill-seeker i am not, so that would be a big fat NOT ON UR LIFE! i'm pretty much a wimp when it comes to thrill-seeking behavior.
10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Kashi Go Lean Crunch!
11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? sometimes.
12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? i have really strong legs, but wussy girl-arms.
13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? mint chocolate chip and choc chip cookie dough
14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? hair and eyes
15. RED OR PINK? pink
16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF? my only child syndrome and the fact that i feel i need to control everything.
17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? My Dad
18. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Khaki pants and navy sandals.
20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? parmesan flavored triscuts
21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? live365.com and am checking out an 80s station
22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? burnt sienna (love the name!)
23. FAVORITE SMELLS? fall leaves, burning leaves, freshly washed towels, D&G light blue, The Hub after he takes a shower and spritzes on Acqua di Gio
24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? My co-worker who is traveling today.
25. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? Hockey, football
26. HAIR COLOR? Real or now? real color is dishwater blonde/mousy brown. color now is dk. blonde with highlights
27. EYE COLOR? hazel
28. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? no but i think i will need them soon -- i can't see anything close up!
29. FAVORITE FOOD? pizza, chicken, pasta
30. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? happy -- real life has enough scare to it :-(
31. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Knocked Up
32. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Navy sweater & navy/white tee
33. WINTER OR SUMMER? Summer
34. HUGS OR KISSES? kisses
35. FAVORITE DESSERT? cake or toll-house pie
36. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? The Right Address
37. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? Greetings from Las Vegas!
38. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T.V. LAST NIGHT? Dora and Diego with my daughter, then shut it off when she went to bed and played on the 'puter.
39. FAVORITE SOUND? Rain, surf sounds at the beach
40. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Stones
41. WHAT IS THE FURTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? St. Lucia
42. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? the uncanny ability to recall cheesy 80's songs and lyrics at a moment's notice
43. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Altoona, Pennsylvania
1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? No, my mom just happened to like my name when she heard it, and the second part of my compound name is after my dad.
2. THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Hmmm....well i was pms'ing it earlier in the week, so i've gotta say it was when i watched a commercial with a little baby and mom. yeah, i'm a real nutbar when it comes to controlling my emotions when aunt flo's in town.
3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Only when i write with sharpie extra-fine point pens or other fine-point markers. and, i like my printing a lot but my writing? not so much.
4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? Turkey
5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? yup, one of them, in the female model.
6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? I think i would be, because i'm fun and like to have a good time. but, i also can be judgmental/snarky, overly consumed with whatever i'm doing at the time, bitchy, catty, and i sometimes think the world revolves around me.
7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? never in the office but at home? i have to to keep up with Dork, so definitely.
8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yep.
9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP ? i like to try lots of different things, but a thrill-seeker i am not, so that would be a big fat NOT ON UR LIFE! i'm pretty much a wimp when it comes to thrill-seeking behavior.
10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Kashi Go Lean Crunch!
11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? sometimes.
12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? i have really strong legs, but wussy girl-arms.
13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? mint chocolate chip and choc chip cookie dough
14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? hair and eyes
15. RED OR PINK? pink
16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF? my only child syndrome and the fact that i feel i need to control everything.
17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? My Dad
18. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Khaki pants and navy sandals.
20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? parmesan flavored triscuts
21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? live365.com and am checking out an 80s station
22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? burnt sienna (love the name!)
23. FAVORITE SMELLS? fall leaves, burning leaves, freshly washed towels, D&G light blue, The Hub after he takes a shower and spritzes on Acqua di Gio
24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? My co-worker who is traveling today.
25. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? Hockey, football
26. HAIR COLOR? Real or now? real color is dishwater blonde/mousy brown. color now is dk. blonde with highlights
27. EYE COLOR? hazel
28. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? no but i think i will need them soon -- i can't see anything close up!
29. FAVORITE FOOD? pizza, chicken, pasta
30. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? happy -- real life has enough scare to it :-(
31. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Knocked Up
32. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Navy sweater & navy/white tee
33. WINTER OR SUMMER? Summer
34. HUGS OR KISSES? kisses
35. FAVORITE DESSERT? cake or toll-house pie
36. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? The Right Address
37. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? Greetings from Las Vegas!
38. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T.V. LAST NIGHT? Dora and Diego with my daughter, then shut it off when she went to bed and played on the 'puter.
39. FAVORITE SOUND? Rain, surf sounds at the beach
40. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Stones
41. WHAT IS THE FURTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? St. Lucia
42. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? the uncanny ability to recall cheesy 80's songs and lyrics at a moment's notice
43. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Altoona, Pennsylvania
Monday, June 2, 2008
i did it!!!
so what would a mommy blog be without a good poop or pee story? tonight, Dork and i were sitting down for dinner (yes, a home-cooked meal that he made....steaks on the grill....which i was loving, since i had worked at a golf tournament all day and was tired, since i had a rough day of sitting in the sun and drinking beer while selling 'double your money' chances! ah, the life of a working mom!! lol).
we were savoring the aroma of juicy, freshly charred cow muscle when i heard grunting. i looked over and my daughter was bracing herself on the side of her highchair, her face getting redder by the second. she keeps pushing and then stops, gives her daddy and i a huge smile, then proceeds to throw her hands in the air and proclaim loudly, "I DID IT!!!" Dork and I crack up and tears are rolling down our faces as we congratulate her on her exciting feat and on what a big girl she is! Unfortunately, the aroma of the steaks is quickly being replaced by yet another aroma that's not nearly as pleasant.
As we draw straws over who gets to stop eating and change her, I silently hope and pray that my husband doesn't expect the same kind of fanfare whenever *he* makes a doo-doo, as he has been known to describe to me on more than one occasion the quality, amount, and aroma of said doo-doo. he and my daughter can compare notes if that happens -- mommy will be nowhere to be found, at least not within smelling range.
we were savoring the aroma of juicy, freshly charred cow muscle when i heard grunting. i looked over and my daughter was bracing herself on the side of her highchair, her face getting redder by the second. she keeps pushing and then stops, gives her daddy and i a huge smile, then proceeds to throw her hands in the air and proclaim loudly, "I DID IT!!!" Dork and I crack up and tears are rolling down our faces as we congratulate her on her exciting feat and on what a big girl she is! Unfortunately, the aroma of the steaks is quickly being replaced by yet another aroma that's not nearly as pleasant.
As we draw straws over who gets to stop eating and change her, I silently hope and pray that my husband doesn't expect the same kind of fanfare whenever *he* makes a doo-doo, as he has been known to describe to me on more than one occasion the quality, amount, and aroma of said doo-doo. he and my daughter can compare notes if that happens -- mommy will be nowhere to be found, at least not within smelling range.
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