Right now, at this very moment, my almost-13-year-old cousin is watching my not-yet-2-year-old son. Actually, he'll turn 2 a month after she's 13, but those few months make a much larger difference in his life than in hers. Anyway, my husband has a doctors appointment and I was originally planning to come home early, but since she was already here, we figured I could stay and get some work done and she could have a trial run before her big gig tomorrow. (She's baby-sitting while we go out for our fifth anniversary.)
I left my cell phone with her. I showed her how to call me at work. I made her repeat the ext. number back to me like 20 times. Which is silly, because its 123, and anyone can remember that. Except that sometimes people still forget. They remember that it was easy, but was it 111 or 123 or 321?
Deep breath.
It's an hour. She'll be fine. They'll be fine. Our house is almost 100 percent baby-proof. They'll just play with toys. Nothing will burn down. No one will need to call 911. There's no reason to call her and check in. Right? RIGHT?!?!?!?!?
Friday, August 24, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
The longest meme in the world!!!!
I was tagged by Anna from bcmom for the middle name meme. I don't think I've ever done a tag meme before ... just ones I've liked and picked and chosen on my own. But hey, I'm embracing it, especially if it gets this blogspot blog a little more PR.
The rules:
1. You have to post the rules before you give the facts.
2. You must list one fact that is relevant to your life for each letter in your middle name. If you don't have a middle name than use a name that you like.
3. When you are tagged you must write a post containing your own middle name game facts.
4. At the end of your post you must tag one person for each letter in your middle name. Don't forget to comment them telling that they are tagged and to read your post to get the rules.
This totatally sucks, because my middle name is ultra-long:
M — Mega tired, all the freakin' time
I — Intense emtotions
C — Can't keep a secret (I can if told not to shoot my mouth off, but if you don't specifically say "This is hush hush" I'll blab.
H — Hungry. It's boring, but true. Feed me and I'll eat. Don't and I'll whine and get snarky.
E — Entertained by everything my toddler does
L — Lounger. If things need to be cleaned, expect to find me on the couch reading
L — Longs for something better. A happier life. Less being late and more enjoying the trip
E — Earthy crunchy mama. Not as much as some, especially online, but on the extreme end of the spectrum IRL, especially in my backwater town.
Now I guess I need to come up with EIGHT people to tag. That's a lot, you know!
1. I promised Hayley a link like forever ago ...
2. I'd love to know more about beowabbit Heck, I don't even think I know his first name, as Mare always just calls him "my wabbit" tee hee
3. Oh, Mare is a good idea ...
4. I owe Amy an apology for mixing her up with her sister yesterday
5. I don't think her sister Kiki ever heard about it, but I guess she's about to find out.
6. I never hear from Ayelle so we'll see if this nudge makes a differece :-)
7. Newsbean (who's name I do know but she doesn't want it plastered all over the internet) has been quiet lately ...
8. Last but not least, thejoybird who's name I do not know. But her daughter's name is Eva, and she's a stay at home mom.
OMG that was so hard!
ETA: Ami-chan tagged me too, but hopefully that doesn't mean I have to do it twice. I only have the one middle name.
The rules:
1. You have to post the rules before you give the facts.
2. You must list one fact that is relevant to your life for each letter in your middle name. If you don't have a middle name than use a name that you like.
3. When you are tagged you must write a post containing your own middle name game facts.
4. At the end of your post you must tag one person for each letter in your middle name. Don't forget to comment them telling that they are tagged and to read your post to get the rules.
This totatally sucks, because my middle name is ultra-long:
M — Mega tired, all the freakin' time
I — Intense emtotions
C — Can't keep a secret (I can if told not to shoot my mouth off, but if you don't specifically say "This is hush hush" I'll blab.
H — Hungry. It's boring, but true. Feed me and I'll eat. Don't and I'll whine and get snarky.
E — Entertained by everything my toddler does
L — Lounger. If things need to be cleaned, expect to find me on the couch reading
L — Longs for something better. A happier life. Less being late and more enjoying the trip
E — Earthy crunchy mama. Not as much as some, especially online, but on the extreme end of the spectrum IRL, especially in my backwater town.
Now I guess I need to come up with EIGHT people to tag. That's a lot, you know!
1. I promised Hayley a link like forever ago ...
2. I'd love to know more about beowabbit Heck, I don't even think I know his first name, as Mare always just calls him "my wabbit" tee hee
3. Oh, Mare is a good idea ...
4. I owe Amy an apology for mixing her up with her sister yesterday
5. I don't think her sister Kiki ever heard about it, but I guess she's about to find out.
6. I never hear from Ayelle so we'll see if this nudge makes a differece :-)
7. Newsbean (who's name I do know but she doesn't want it plastered all over the internet) has been quiet lately ...
8. Last but not least, thejoybird who's name I do not know. But her daughter's name is Eva, and she's a stay at home mom.
OMG that was so hard!
ETA: Ami-chan tagged me too, but hopefully that doesn't mean I have to do it twice. I only have the one middle name.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Stumped
I just spent the last 10 minutes in the bathroom with my head between my knees unable to move. Three people came and went while I was in there. Don't ask me what was/is wrong, because I don't know. I just seriously could not make myself get up. I wasn't feeling sick, persay, just like not moving. I wanted to go home. Maybe for the day. Maybe forever. I don't know. I tried to tell myself that its not my job that's making me unhappy. Only I can make me unhappy. And if I don't control the internal, it won't matter what I do with the external. I'll just find something else to be unhappy about.
The thing was, I wasn't sitting there in the bathroom saying, "I'm so unhappy, I can't do this." I just actually couldn't do it. It's hard to explain. And then, in the same I-have-no-idea-what's-going-on here-style, I just got up and came back to my desk. I don't remember deciding to do so, or finally "winning" the internal struggle I was having. I was just better. And that's not to say that I'm suddenly like, "I love my job, please oh please give me more work," but whatever it was, it passed.
The thing was, I wasn't sitting there in the bathroom saying, "I'm so unhappy, I can't do this." I just actually couldn't do it. It's hard to explain. And then, in the same I-have-no-idea-what's-going-on here-style, I just got up and came back to my desk. I don't remember deciding to do so, or finally "winning" the internal struggle I was having. I was just better. And that's not to say that I'm suddenly like, "I love my job, please oh please give me more work," but whatever it was, it passed.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Beautiful children
I saw my friend's future children at Baskin Robbins last night. It was pretty awesome. Two girls, ages 7 and 5 (or so) and they had mocha skin with a sprinkling of freckles over the bridges of their noses, LONG brownish wavy hair (past their waists) and warm mahogany brown eyes. Stunning children. They were getting ice-cream with their white dad, mixed mom, and full Korean grandma. (I'm normally kinda bad with this sort of thing, but I'm pretty sure she was Korean and not like Chinese or Vietnamese or something.) The mom was clearly just half Korean, making the girls 1/4 Korean, as will be the case with my friend when she and her husband get around to having babies. (Excuse me. ONE baby.)
I almost took a picture of them, but then decided that their parents might get creeped out by that. So instead, I just caught the dad's eye as we happened to be leaving at the same time as them and said "You have beautiful children." He said, "OHHH, thank you so much!" I was quite pleased with myself. Dads don't tend to hear these things about their kids as much as moms do, so I think I really made his day. As they were getting into the car, I could see him talking to his wife and gesturing toward our car. :-)
I almost took a picture of them, but then decided that their parents might get creeped out by that. So instead, I just caught the dad's eye as we happened to be leaving at the same time as them and said "You have beautiful children." He said, "OHHH, thank you so much!" I was quite pleased with myself. Dads don't tend to hear these things about their kids as much as moms do, so I think I really made his day. As they were getting into the car, I could see him talking to his wife and gesturing toward our car. :-)
Thursday, August 16, 2007
overheard in the breakroom at work
"... there was this girl who was trying to lose weight so she started drinking slim fast, except it wasn't working, so we started calling her slim-slow. 'Hi Slim Slow, have you had your slim-slow yet today?' and eventually she gave up and went back to drinking whatever she wanted ..."
OMG! I can't decide if that's mean and funny or just funny. Women sure can be bitchy to each other, that's for sure.
OMG! I can't decide if that's mean and funny or just funny. Women sure can be bitchy to each other, that's for sure.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Etiquette101
Is it rude to downright ask someone if you can be their bridesmaid?
Don't say yes, obviously I know it is, or I wouldn't be writing this, but seriously, this person was MY bridesmaid, we've known each other since I was 11 and have actually remained friends for all this time. We just went to visit her for three and a half days, and we only saw her for about 11 hours total. The time she had to be at work, I understand, and the romantic trip with her boyfriend I guess I understand because he messed up the dates of when we'd be there and couldn't get his money back.
And I'm trying really hard to understand her bailing on us Sunday night because he called her half drunk and sad that his ex-wife was getting remarried that day. She already knew that he'd be sad. Maybe she should have just invited him over for the day and we could all hang out. Then he'd at least be distracted. I don't know. Looking back, I probably would have made all the same decisions that she did in her situation. And I know I dumped my friends A LOT while I was dating and engaged. I was in love and that's like the most important thing EVAH!!!!!!!!!! I'm very grateful to the ones who stuck it out with me. I lost a LOT of friends during that time. And I know I deserved it too.
(You know you're ready to get married when you no longer have to say, "Oh, I'm sorry I can't talk right now, my boyfriend's here." Trust me, once you're married, you'll be thrilled that your friends called you. You'll tell him, "Sorry dear, I can't hang out with you tonight, my friend called.")
Anyway, I digress. She was really, really apologetic as she left, and said a bunch of stuff like "Please don't hate me" and whatever. I never said I wasn't mad, cause I was, but did tell her that if she felt she had to go, just go instead of spending 20 minutes explaining and rationalizing it and basically asking for my permission. She told us not to worry about cleaning (we did a little, but admittedly not as much as we would have otherwise. We were also running late, so it's good that she gave us permission not to clean) and that we should help ourselves to whatever we wanted, blah blah blah. I did try to eat as much of her food as humanly possible to make myself feel better, but it wasn't working too well. Plus, a lot of her food was lame non-fat fake stuff.
Finally, I said to my husband "I want to be a bridesmaid." I think she owes me that much. Besides, I've never been a bridesmaid and know I'd make a really good one. She planned my wedding shower and I'd like the chance to do the same for her. And most of me thinks she probably already realizes all of this. But I think I'll be pretty sad if she doesn't.
I can think of two other close friends of hers that would probably rank above me. I'm in no way expecting to be maid (OK matron) of honor. But I think I might be about her third-closest friend, and I don't know too many people, especially those who want big, huge weddings that their parents are paying for who have only two bridesmaids.
Should I say something? Hint? Or be polite and suck it up if I don't get asked? Or, and this is what I'm most worried about, not say anything and plan to just suck it up, but then break down and have all of this come out at her in an emotional flood of upsetness after she's already asked other people?
Don't say yes, obviously I know it is, or I wouldn't be writing this, but seriously, this person was MY bridesmaid, we've known each other since I was 11 and have actually remained friends for all this time. We just went to visit her for three and a half days, and we only saw her for about 11 hours total. The time she had to be at work, I understand, and the romantic trip with her boyfriend I guess I understand because he messed up the dates of when we'd be there and couldn't get his money back.
And I'm trying really hard to understand her bailing on us Sunday night because he called her half drunk and sad that his ex-wife was getting remarried that day. She already knew that he'd be sad. Maybe she should have just invited him over for the day and we could all hang out. Then he'd at least be distracted. I don't know. Looking back, I probably would have made all the same decisions that she did in her situation. And I know I dumped my friends A LOT while I was dating and engaged. I was in love and that's like the most important thing EVAH!!!!!!!!!! I'm very grateful to the ones who stuck it out with me. I lost a LOT of friends during that time. And I know I deserved it too.
(You know you're ready to get married when you no longer have to say, "Oh, I'm sorry I can't talk right now, my boyfriend's here." Trust me, once you're married, you'll be thrilled that your friends called you. You'll tell him, "Sorry dear, I can't hang out with you tonight, my friend called.")
Anyway, I digress. She was really, really apologetic as she left, and said a bunch of stuff like "Please don't hate me" and whatever. I never said I wasn't mad, cause I was, but did tell her that if she felt she had to go, just go instead of spending 20 minutes explaining and rationalizing it and basically asking for my permission. She told us not to worry about cleaning (we did a little, but admittedly not as much as we would have otherwise. We were also running late, so it's good that she gave us permission not to clean) and that we should help ourselves to whatever we wanted, blah blah blah. I did try to eat as much of her food as humanly possible to make myself feel better, but it wasn't working too well. Plus, a lot of her food was lame non-fat fake stuff.
Finally, I said to my husband "I want to be a bridesmaid." I think she owes me that much. Besides, I've never been a bridesmaid and know I'd make a really good one. She planned my wedding shower and I'd like the chance to do the same for her. And most of me thinks she probably already realizes all of this. But I think I'll be pretty sad if she doesn't.
I can think of two other close friends of hers that would probably rank above me. I'm in no way expecting to be maid (OK matron) of honor. But I think I might be about her third-closest friend, and I don't know too many people, especially those who want big, huge weddings that their parents are paying for who have only two bridesmaids.
Should I say something? Hint? Or be polite and suck it up if I don't get asked? Or, and this is what I'm most worried about, not say anything and plan to just suck it up, but then break down and have all of this come out at her in an emotional flood of upsetness after she's already asked other people?
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Not as TMI as it sounds
I have a huge hickey on my left boob, but I swear, it's not what you think. Nothing scandalous, I swear. In fact, its not even what you think after you stop for a minute and go," OH, I know what it is."
I bet you're thinking that it's from nursing Ben while we were both on sleeping drugs. Like maybe he latched wrong because he was sleepy and I didn't correct him because I was sleepy. And that would make a lot of sense, expect for the part where it just wasn't what happened. I got the hickey on my lunch break yesterday. How? I have no idea. You'd think I'd notice if he was really sucking on the side of my boob instead of being centered on the nipple. That's usually a recipe for pain. And you'd think that HE would notice that he was sucking on flesh (where there are no holes for milk to come out) instead of actually nursing ... but I guess not. All I know is that when I went to switch him sides yesterday, there it was. I said, "Mama side ouchie!" and he said "Sorry" and gave it a gentle kiss.
My husband told me I shouldn't have done that since it wasn't really his fault, but I want him to learn some empathy here, and will jump at any opportunity I get to teach him the concept. I know I'm not starting to wean yet, but I think the whole thing will go much smoother if he already understands the idea that sometimes nursing can hurt Mama and that we need to be respectful of people if our actions are causing them pain.
You know, or "Mama side ouchie. Kissie? Love Mama. Otherside!!!!!"
I bet you're thinking that it's from nursing Ben while we were both on sleeping drugs. Like maybe he latched wrong because he was sleepy and I didn't correct him because I was sleepy. And that would make a lot of sense, expect for the part where it just wasn't what happened. I got the hickey on my lunch break yesterday. How? I have no idea. You'd think I'd notice if he was really sucking on the side of my boob instead of being centered on the nipple. That's usually a recipe for pain. And you'd think that HE would notice that he was sucking on flesh (where there are no holes for milk to come out) instead of actually nursing ... but I guess not. All I know is that when I went to switch him sides yesterday, there it was. I said, "Mama side ouchie!" and he said "Sorry" and gave it a gentle kiss.
My husband told me I shouldn't have done that since it wasn't really his fault, but I want him to learn some empathy here, and will jump at any opportunity I get to teach him the concept. I know I'm not starting to wean yet, but I think the whole thing will go much smoother if he already understands the idea that sometimes nursing can hurt Mama and that we need to be respectful of people if our actions are causing them pain.
You know, or "Mama side ouchie. Kissie? Love Mama. Otherside!!!!!"
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