Posts Tagged "kids"
Please take a number
Okay, I’ll continue my Seattle recap hopefully tomorrow. Life has gotten in the way of my plans [in the words of the immortal Stephanie Tanner: How rude!”] so I’ll have to trudge on without some of the choice pictures from the trip that are currently hanging out on Amalia’s camera. Such is mango.
Of course, I’m no where near my computer with my pictures on it so I’ll have to wait to hit publish on the recap until I get home tonight. That and in thinking about Saturday, we did a lot of stuff so I’ll most likely have to break that up into two separate posts. You know how I be writing stuff ‘till the cows come home.
So today will be an off-topic kind of day. Let’s see, what can we complain about today? The threats of increased bridge tolls come January? Or the proposal to start charging carpools? Or how the governor is making [yet another] threat about how California is in dire straits for the 12th consecutive month and how everyone needs to make cuts except when he says everyone he means “everyone but the state legislature and their staff.”
Maybe I shouldn’t discuss these things…really makes it hard for me to argue my case for California to the bf. But really, aside from the bumbling government, I love this slightly on the verge of being overrated little state.
There has been an active abundance of babies in my office as of late. Two have been born to coworkers within the past week and we all just got word that another one’s wife is expecting. I would warn against drinking the water except it’s already the filtered stuff…so maybe I should just start drinking soda again?
Wait, I literally just found out another of my friends is expecting again. This is insane with all the baby making!
I’m looking forward to seeing the new additions and holding them and cuddling them and handing them back. That’s the best part. Not that I don’t want to have my own kids, I do, very much so, even with the knowledge of how obnoxious I was when I was younger [what can you do when you’re already resisting arrest at the tender age of 1 or 2?] but I’m looking forward to adding to the overpopulation of earth in a selfish attempt of the most extreme form of egotism. As the more vehement “non-breeders” like to say.
Which is odd really, why would you knock someone else’s choice? Are they forcing you to take care of their kid? Then who made you the most important person in the world whose opinion apparently matters? Don’t decry me for wanting to have children as I won’t decry you for choosing NOT to have them. They’re both decisions.
Wow, that was some tangent wasn’t it? Let’s see if I can veer this puppy back…
Um, I’m struggling. How sad. Oh! Wedding news! No, not mine. But Akliah’s wedding is next weekend and I’m so excited. I can’t wait to see her and Michael be all married. He’s a great guy [he’s the one would wandered around Vegas with us last year] and she’s seriously one of the sweetest people I know. She was telling me how quickly their guest list spiraled out of control…so darling, when we start inviting people, we’ll have to make sure we put exactly WHO we’re inviting. None of this so and so and family. Some one sent an RSVP card back with 9 people! So their midsized wedding as nearly doubled in size!
I understand weddings are expensive and while one or two additional guests here and there may not hurt too much but having the gall to invite 7 additional people? Really? That was shocking.
So I guess we’ll have to figure out who’ll have to be the heavy to tell people no, you can’t bring your great half aunt on your dad’s cousin’s uncle’s side.
Oh who am I kidding, I’m so going to be the heavy.
You wanna bring your great half aunt on your dad’s cousin’s uncle’s side? Heck naw you can’t! Whatever, dude. Take that nonsense somewhere else and come back when you have two names to go with the two seats we’re saving for you.
Hmm, I may want to work on my delivery, yes?
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I have a knot on my forehead.
It’s not dead center like a horn, thank goodness, but it’s there and has been there for 16 or 17 years now and I had actually forgotten about its existence.
Until recently that is. Some time ago Lindsey finally succumbed to her curiosity and pointed the knot out and asked me what it was. And then just over the weekend, Tammy asked me about it as well.
Well since Lindsey first pointed it out, I have become slightly obsessive about it, checking it out whenever I look in a mirror, touching it, and just plain being AWARE. It’s actually kind of annoying remembering that thing is there on my forehead because now I’m thinking about it during my quieter moments. Who wants that?
I was going to post a picture and just point it out to the world but now I don’t want to do that. Even though there’s an interesting story behind the knot [which I will get to in a second] I just don’t want the whole world focused in on it either. I can tolerate writing about it but pointing it out more than I am now? Eh, I’m not so sure I can handle that. Weird, I know.
But the story. Once upon a time in a land far away called San Francisco, I think I was 10 or 11 or so, I really don’t remember but that’s not the point. The point is that I was one of those kids, the ones that got into everything everywhere and when you sit back and think about it, you realize that there really is a God because there’s no other way to explain why I’m still alive and kicking without any permanent damage.
Like how I attempted to take myself to the carnival when I was but a mere toddler [thank God the Military Police found me first instead of some crazy person] or the time I fell out the car while my dad was driving and walked away with minor scratches and an otter pop [I had to be soothed some way] or the time I almost drowned at the end of swimming lessons because I overestimated my skills and wanted to prove another kid wrong and of course.
And then there is the “Your son could have killed my daughter” incident. I was playing with my friend Sam down by the piers at Fort Mason. There’s this cliff that juts up over the pier and concrete and for one reason or another, we decided to climb it, because it was there. So up we went.
Sam made it up first and as I was making my way up, almost near the top, I felt this thud on my head. Turns out, and I never knew why, but Sam dropped a bag with a bottle in it over the edge of the cliff and it hit me squarely on my forehead. Now he claims to not have known the bottle was in the bag but now that I’m older, come on, dude. There’s no way you didn’t know. He was probably doing it to be funny. Anyway, so amazingly I clung onto the rock and ended up making it up. If I would have lost my grip, that most likely would have been the end of things. The fall would have been fast and long and I would have hit plenty of rocks on the way down before ultimately falling onto the concrete.
That scares the crap out of me now when I think about it. It’s a miracle I made it out of my kid years. Jeez. No wonder my mom thought long and hard about whether or not she wanted another kid.
If I’m any indication of how at least one of our future kids may be, I’m keeping a real close eye on them. And praying every single day.
Read MoreThat Cloris Leachman sure gets around
There’s only two weeks left in this quarter so we’re hitting things pretty hard; especially with finals being next week [eep!].
So guess what I did this weekend.
Don’t you know all the cool kids stay home to do homework? I actually got a fair amount of work done this weekend. Knocked out three out of five homework assignments while catching up on some of The Office [I only have three more eps to catch up with…that is until they start airing new ones]. Oh how I’ve missed The Office!
But in between the homework I made an awesome dinner that I’ll be writing about this week: roasted chili-lime chicken with roasted asparagus with a basalmic brown butter sauce and parmesan-garlic smashed potatoes [because, in addition to my love of basil is an equal amount of love of garlic – so maybe I don’t need to worry about the vampire neighbors after all].
Though I did wish I could have been up at Tahoe snowboarding. I heard it was supposed to be a great weekend to go up too. Oh well. Maybe next season.
Sunday was just as interesting. No really, it was. I taught Sunday School and even though they fed the kids pancakes with the special sugared syrup [seriously, every time they have something with syrup those kids come upstairs and are super rowdy – their blood flowing with all those sugar crystals of hyperactivity] they were actually pretty laid back and we even had an interesting discussion in which we tried to explain the concept of “mercy” to a bunch of 8-10 year olds. Which ended with the ever eloquent: it means being nicer than you could be when someone does something wrong.
After church, I made my way to Walnut Creek for a group meeting, with a stop at the mall in Concord to kill some time. It was there I realized what Hell would be for me: having to relive my teenaged years. Ugh. Not that I had a horrible teenage experience; it was actually fairly pleasant but still something I don’t want to go back to. I discussed it with one of my group members later and we came to the conclusion that when you’re a teenager, everything is SUCH A BIG DEAL. And it’s quite mentally exhausting. It’s a miracle any of us managed to get our homework done when we were too busy overanalyzing and agonizing over whether or not my “crush of the semester” liked me or not. Seriously people. These discussions were like hostage negotiations. THEY WERE THAT SERIOUS.
And I can’t live like that anymore. It takes way more sleep which I’m not getting on a regular basis. Besides, I like being comfortable in my own skin.
Read MoreThis is not a grab bag kind of situation
To each his own, but to say you want to be “surprised” is a bit silly.
The only way I would have been surprised is if any of our kids had been something other than a baby. “Surprise, it’s a puppy.”
Now there’s a surprise.
If there are only two outcomes with a relatively 50/50 shot of occurrence how are you surprised with either?
Bradc, via The Poop
I have no clue how people can manage to go nine months not knowing what they’re going to give birth too. I commend the couples that can do that because I’m definitely not one of them.
At least, I know I’M not one of them. The bf is a wild card. I think he’d probably just go along with whatever I wanted to do. If not then he can go through life not knowing while I live life knowing what I’d be giving birth to because not knowing would be torture. Sheer torture. There would be 9 months of me going: I want to know. Is it time yet? Do you know? Why won’t you tell me? I want to know! Can we find out? Can we please find out? PUH-LEASE?! I promise I won’t say anything! I swear! I just NEED to KNOW NOW!
As if living with a pregnant woman wouldn’t be bad enough for him. Y’all saw how I was with my blog. Could you really expect more from me? I thought not.
I suck at surprises only because you have to pull it off without my catching wind of it, at least before it’s too late. Because once I do you know the wheels in my brain start gearing up and next thing you know I’m having an internal struggle of “should I or shouldn’t I?” in whether or not I should keep pushing things and that’s not fun either. I really just drive myself nuts is all.
Ugh, but I hate knowing I’m going to be getting something but not know what. The wait is completely unbearable and the bf does that to me a lot. I know he knows I hate that but I think karma pays it back when he’s stuck listening to me ask him what it is every 10 minutes. And being pregnant is the ultimate test of that. I know I’m going to give birth to something but what? And to wait 9 months is next to impossible. But if the bf didn’t want either one of us to know? Well…that would take a lot of work and compromising on my end because of my nosey tendencies. I have no idea if I’d be able to make it with not knowing.
Then again, considering how much I’m fiending for boys, should I end up having a girl I’d definitely need that time to grieve and get used to the fact that I was having a girl instead. Yes I said grieve. So finding out beforehand will be imperative and to our best interests.
Thankfully it’ll be years before we need to worry about that.
Read MoreYou mean you actually do…work?
Yesterday I had the fun pleasure of hopping over to Robelene’s class to do a quick presentation for her Career Day program. It’s the same one I did last year [and hopefully will do next year and the year after and so forth] and this time we had a bigger audience, the seventh graders across the hall!
But let me regale you with a story that will, undoubtedly, make the bf unhappy. So I’m on my way to the school, walking down the street enjoying the unseasonably warmer weather when this homeless guy approaches me. He looks at me and asks, “Is that you?” so I answer no and wait for the light to change. He moves a little bit before coming back to give me a hug. I push him aside when two guys walked up. And then just stood there and watched as the homeless guy circled back for another hug! I mean, dude, I know I don’t know you but you know I don’t know this guy. Why couldn’t you have said something? Anything?! It wasn’t like I needed him to beat the guy up but it would have been nice for some kind of intervention. Even if it just meant stepping between us.
That annoyed me. Yes I can take care of myself but there are situations when a person just needs a little help. This was one of them.
Anywho, I got to the school around the same time the Fire Lady rolled up so I got to catch up with her briefly as we walked up to the classroom. She had her gear and I was quick to put on the helmet. Man those suckers are heavy! But one of these Career Days I’m going to be wearing the entire uniform. Just watch.
I’ve made my mission known to the powers that be.
Though, I have to say that one of my favorite parts of Career Day was walking through the school with that helmet on and getting confused looks from the kids. Because you know how I am about wearing random things on my head: I wear them as if there’s nothing odd about it. And yeah, I did threaten to steal it and wear it on BART on my way home because if anything, I’d go completely unnoticed.
My other part was Ed asking me if I liked to bake that got both classes cracking up.
Naturally I rambled on about my job, jumping around here and there. You’d think I’d be prepared to discuss my job but sadly, I’m still figuring out what I do exactly! Of course, my workplace always garners attention until people realize that I do actually do work while I’m there. I’m not out running around playing catch all day [or ever]. Leave it to me to take a cool job and turn it into some boring office somewhere. Reality is never easy for folks to take.
I was really impressed with the questions though. Robe’s kids definitely took some time to come up with good ones. One girl’s question threw me for a loop though. She asked me how I kept a balance between work and family. What?! Who cares about that kind of stuff when you’re in the fifth grade? Shouldn’t you be outside playing reindeer games and wondering if you really can make babies if you kiss a boy on the lips? Or something like that?
Kids these days. They grow up so fast.
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