Wednesday, September 27, 2006
And So it Goes
The job hunt continues, slowly but surly. It's hard, you know? I work full time during the day and work hard, at that. Then I come home to a family. I cook dinner. I take care of the baby. I do laundry and wash bottles. I fold clothes and clean up the house. I try to work out. When is there time to sit there looking through want ads and sending out resumes? Some coworkers and I have applied at the same place. How fun would it be if we all left at the same time and went elsewhere together? Talk about stickin' it to 'em! I just want a change. Period.
On a separate note, working out is hard with a baby. I feel fat, though I'm still pretty thin by most standards. Still, there is this little layer of fat over my abs that is driving me CRAZY. My dear husband thinks it's funny when I complain about my gut. But it's there and I want it gone.
I'm getting the fax I need now. Yay!
The job hunt continues, slowly but surly. It's hard, you know? I work full time during the day and work hard, at that. Then I come home to a family. I cook dinner. I take care of the baby. I do laundry and wash bottles. I fold clothes and clean up the house. I try to work out. When is there time to sit there looking through want ads and sending out resumes? Some coworkers and I have applied at the same place. How fun would it be if we all left at the same time and went elsewhere together? Talk about stickin' it to 'em! I just want a change. Period.
On a separate note, working out is hard with a baby. I feel fat, though I'm still pretty thin by most standards. Still, there is this little layer of fat over my abs that is driving me CRAZY. My dear husband thinks it's funny when I complain about my gut. But it's there and I want it gone.
I'm getting the fax I need now. Yay!
Monday, September 18, 2006
Big Oops
In my ongoing attempt to keep you all laughing with the more humorous parts of my day, I have dug myself in deep. It seems that telling about the time I had toilet paper stuck to my shoe was a big No-No. And I shouldn't have expressed the beauty of a certain military plane and the way it makes me feel when it flies low lover a certain small Mid-Western town. Look out! So for the three or so of you who read this regularly, I'll just call you and tell you who I'm voting for on American Idol. Is it ok to use the phrase "American Idol?" I'll keep posting about less important things, though.
In my ongoing attempt to keep you all laughing with the more humorous parts of my day, I have dug myself in deep. It seems that telling about the time I had toilet paper stuck to my shoe was a big No-No. And I shouldn't have expressed the beauty of a certain military plane and the way it makes me feel when it flies low lover a certain small Mid-Western town. Look out! So for the three or so of you who read this regularly, I'll just call you and tell you who I'm voting for on American Idol. Is it ok to use the phrase "American Idol?" I'll keep posting about less important things, though.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Strange Happenings
I haven't been exercising the way I would like. I started over with the Couch to 5K program but just can't stick with it this time. I have found, however, that pushing Oliver in his fancy-schmancy stroller is damn hard work. Yesterday we went for a nice brisk walk and were having a gay old time. I was listening to my audio book and making kissy faces at him while he smiled and kicked. Then guess what? We saw the start of an exciting police chase! Right there next to the walking trail! It was thrilling!
I was still cooing at Oliver, whose eyes were still wide from the sirens, when a guy leaned out of his SUV driving by to holler, "Yeah, Mama!" at me! Yay! The lude comments are back! Even pushing a stroller I'm being harassed. I'm back, baby!
And right now? There are super loud military planes flying low over our neighborhood. I was starting to freak, just a little, before I remembered that the air show is this weekend and they are practicing today. We're just close enough to downtown, I guess, to get some of that loud fly-over action.
This isn't a strange happening but we're taking Oliver to St. Louis this weekend for a wedding. He's going to look so smart in his little outfit. I'll post a picture next week. Let's hope he's good during the ceremony. It's one of those horrible long Catholic weddings. Gag me. Stand up. Sit down. Kneel. Pray. Barf.
I haven't been exercising the way I would like. I started over with the Couch to 5K program but just can't stick with it this time. I have found, however, that pushing Oliver in his fancy-schmancy stroller is damn hard work. Yesterday we went for a nice brisk walk and were having a gay old time. I was listening to my audio book and making kissy faces at him while he smiled and kicked. Then guess what? We saw the start of an exciting police chase! Right there next to the walking trail! It was thrilling!
I was still cooing at Oliver, whose eyes were still wide from the sirens, when a guy leaned out of his SUV driving by to holler, "Yeah, Mama!" at me! Yay! The lude comments are back! Even pushing a stroller I'm being harassed. I'm back, baby!
And right now? There are super loud military planes flying low over our neighborhood. I was starting to freak, just a little, before I remembered that the air show is this weekend and they are practicing today. We're just close enough to downtown, I guess, to get some of that loud fly-over action.
This isn't a strange happening but we're taking Oliver to St. Louis this weekend for a wedding. He's going to look so smart in his little outfit. I'll post a picture next week. Let's hope he's good during the ceremony. It's one of those horrible long Catholic weddings. Gag me. Stand up. Sit down. Kneel. Pray. Barf.
Monday, September 11, 2006
Nobody is Home
The lady across the street? I don't know about her. All we can figure is that she's not from around here. Why else would she be living in this neighborhood? Our neighborhood is modest. If it were your homely friend you would say our neighborhood had a really good personality. It's full of friendly working class people but isn't exactly pretty...just sort of plain jane homes built in the mid 1950s. The lady across the street seems a bit fancy. She bought the house and poured tens of thousands of dollars prettying it up. It is by far the nicest house on the block. And, as it sometimes goes, the owner is less than friendly.
A few days ago we woke up to her home alarm going off. We were mildly annoyed but it was time to get up anyway. A few hours later we were more than mildly annoyed. I left for work and was happy to do so (and from one who hates her job, that's saying something!). When I got home that evening the alarm was STILL going off. We had to shut the windows on the beautiful weather and turn the AC back on to muffle the noise so we could go to sleep. It crossed my mind fleetingly that the not nice lady might be in there in need of help. Fleetingly. Because mostly we were just mad.
Kevin said he wanted to go set the house on fire. I agreed that we should pull that stinkin' house over and give it something to cry about. We didn't, of course. Sometime during the course of that night the alarm stopped. It was still annoying, though.
The lady across the street? I don't know about her. All we can figure is that she's not from around here. Why else would she be living in this neighborhood? Our neighborhood is modest. If it were your homely friend you would say our neighborhood had a really good personality. It's full of friendly working class people but isn't exactly pretty...just sort of plain jane homes built in the mid 1950s. The lady across the street seems a bit fancy. She bought the house and poured tens of thousands of dollars prettying it up. It is by far the nicest house on the block. And, as it sometimes goes, the owner is less than friendly.
A few days ago we woke up to her home alarm going off. We were mildly annoyed but it was time to get up anyway. A few hours later we were more than mildly annoyed. I left for work and was happy to do so (and from one who hates her job, that's saying something!). When I got home that evening the alarm was STILL going off. We had to shut the windows on the beautiful weather and turn the AC back on to muffle the noise so we could go to sleep. It crossed my mind fleetingly that the not nice lady might be in there in need of help. Fleetingly. Because mostly we were just mad.
Kevin said he wanted to go set the house on fire. I agreed that we should pull that stinkin' house over and give it something to cry about. We didn't, of course. Sometime during the course of that night the alarm stopped. It was still annoying, though.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
My New Name is Mom
I'm back! Maternity leave is over, regretfully. Since I'm stuck in my office again, I'll once again be using blogging as a procrastination tool. So, I'm a mom. Oliver Patrick is the cutest baby EVER! Just try to say he's not. Almost as much as I love being a mom, I love watching Kevin be a dad. He is absolutely smitten with his little boy and it is a joy. More later. I'm back!
