My 4 year old nephew: "Will Maxine be a woman when she grows up?"
Me: "yes."
Him: "That's disgusting."
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Self Reflection
Yesterday I did some self reflection and realized that I have a tendency to start projects with a lot of excitement and due diligence, but to not actually complete them. The excitement dwindles and the due diligence is replaced by procrastination.
Mind you, I don't do this when it really matters. I did get my degree. I did actually have and do take care of my Maxine. Though I often put the ass in quality assurance engineer, I do a pretty good job at work.
It's my personal projects that I falter on.
I've decided 2 things. One, self reflection sucks. Ignorance really is bliss. Two, I've vowed to work on this whole failure to execute deal. I'm excited. I will be diligent in this pursuit.
...or maybe I won't and instead I'll watch reruns of Kathy Griffin: My Life On the D List. That is one good show. Yeah, that sounds so much better than working on myself.
Mind you, I don't do this when it really matters. I did get my degree. I did actually have and do take care of my Maxine. Though I often put the ass in quality assurance engineer, I do a pretty good job at work.
It's my personal projects that I falter on.
I've decided 2 things. One, self reflection sucks. Ignorance really is bliss. Two, I've vowed to work on this whole failure to execute deal. I'm excited. I will be diligent in this pursuit.
...or maybe I won't and instead I'll watch reruns of Kathy Griffin: My Life On the D List. That is one good show. Yeah, that sounds so much better than working on myself.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
That Damn Juno
Last night Juno was on TV again. I caught just the last 10 minutes, but of course there I was, standing in the kitchen tearing up like a sap. The scene with Juno laying in the bed and her father saying "you'll be back here some day on your terms", followed by Vanessa seeing her baby for the first time gets me EVERY time.
What is it about that movie?
What is it about so many movies? There is a list of movies that I can watch any time they are on TV. It doesn't matter how many times I've seen them.
Castaway. That might be one of the most perfect movies ever made. Favorite scene is easy. From the moment Tom Hanks shows up at Helen Hunt's house, to the time he drives away. It's perfection. If she doesn't at least want to runaway with him, then you'd think she didn't have a heart. But if she actually did, you'd think she was a terrible mother and wife. So heart wrenching, yet so good.
Something's Gotta Give. Ah, to live on the East Coast, summer in the Hamptons and live the life of a tortured writer. What more could you want?
You've Got Mail. This movie makes me want to pack up and move to NYC. I know, I know, the "real" NYC isn't really like that. But in this movie and in my head it is. I love how they show every season and how life changes year round. How can a Minnesotan not relate to that?
The Lake House. I think I have a girl crush on Sandra Bullock. I absolutely adore her. Love, love, love the soundtrack to this movie. Perfect music for every scene. This is the movie that introduced me to "This Never Happened Before" by Paul McCartney. I think the play count on iTunes shows that I've listened to it over 300 times.
So while I damn Juno for making me cry every single time, and each of these movies for sucking me in over and over again, I can't help but love them.
What is it about that movie?
What is it about so many movies? There is a list of movies that I can watch any time they are on TV. It doesn't matter how many times I've seen them.
Castaway. That might be one of the most perfect movies ever made. Favorite scene is easy. From the moment Tom Hanks shows up at Helen Hunt's house, to the time he drives away. It's perfection. If she doesn't at least want to runaway with him, then you'd think she didn't have a heart. But if she actually did, you'd think she was a terrible mother and wife. So heart wrenching, yet so good.
Something's Gotta Give. Ah, to live on the East Coast, summer in the Hamptons and live the life of a tortured writer. What more could you want?
You've Got Mail. This movie makes me want to pack up and move to NYC. I know, I know, the "real" NYC isn't really like that. But in this movie and in my head it is. I love how they show every season and how life changes year round. How can a Minnesotan not relate to that?
The Lake House. I think I have a girl crush on Sandra Bullock. I absolutely adore her. Love, love, love the soundtrack to this movie. Perfect music for every scene. This is the movie that introduced me to "This Never Happened Before" by Paul McCartney. I think the play count on iTunes shows that I've listened to it over 300 times.
So while I damn Juno for making me cry every single time, and each of these movies for sucking me in over and over again, I can't help but love them.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
That's Classy
Almost 10 months into parenthood I realize I've already got my list of repeated, and I mean REPEATED, sayings. I like to think of them as trinkets of wisdom that my little M gets to hear. Because I'm in a good mood, I will now share my favorite with you:
Books are for reading, not for eating.
M loves her books, but apparently she loves eating them more than anything. Hats off to her for resisting the temptation as I'm actually reading them to her. She's polite enough to wait until I'm done. She is nothing if not classy.
Books are for reading, not for eating.
M loves her books, but apparently she loves eating them more than anything. Hats off to her for resisting the temptation as I'm actually reading them to her. She's polite enough to wait until I'm done. She is nothing if not classy.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
The Distant Wagon
It's official: I fell off the wagon. Actually, it's more like I jumped off it. After 3 weeks of working out, I pretty much stopped altogether.
There's an easy solution. I just need more hours in the day. Four would be fantastic. I'd use 1 to work out. Two more to spend with my hubby and baby. And the last for an additional oh so needed extra hour of sleep.
On second thought I'd use half of that last hour to finish extra chores around the house. An extra half hour of sleep would be just fine.
As for those last 5 baby pounds, I've resorted to Lean Cuisines and Smart Ones. I was pleasantly surprised to see they've added more vegetarian options instead of the token 1-2 I'm used to seeing.
So the wagon has gone on without me...it's sort of a dot in the horizon now. Maybe I'll jump back on again sometime, but for now it remains in the distance.
There's an easy solution. I just need more hours in the day. Four would be fantastic. I'd use 1 to work out. Two more to spend with my hubby and baby. And the last for an additional oh so needed extra hour of sleep.
On second thought I'd use half of that last hour to finish extra chores around the house. An extra half hour of sleep would be just fine.
As for those last 5 baby pounds, I've resorted to Lean Cuisines and Smart Ones. I was pleasantly surprised to see they've added more vegetarian options instead of the token 1-2 I'm used to seeing.
So the wagon has gone on without me...it's sort of a dot in the horizon now. Maybe I'll jump back on again sometime, but for now it remains in the distance.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Vishnu, Take the Elliptical?
Last Friday I went back to gym and as I was stretching, I realized I hadn't been to a gym in nearly 2 years. That was when I got mono and my doc said to lay off the exercise. I have never followed doctor's instructions like I did then. Ah, the memories. Naps on the couch, doing nothing after work, feeling perfectly OK about doing nothing but watching TV and sleeping. I'm feeling a song coming on...memories, like the colors of my mind...
But I digress. After a little stretching I got on the elliptical and here's the short version of my inner monologue:
Minutes 1-2: "Man, this feels great! Why did I ever stop working out?"
Minutes 3-4: "Okay, no need to start with level 3...lets cut back to level 1."
Around 5 minutes the "Jesus, take the wheel" song comes on the radio.
Minutes 5-10: "Jesus, take the elliptical! I can't do this! I hate working out. I'm OK with my extra 10 pounds....wait, I'm Hindu...Vishnu...please take the elliptical, please!"
Eventually I get into the groove and do not loose a lung in the process. Once I'm done, I see that I've burned about 200 calories in 30 minutes. My new mantra? A calorie not eaten, is a calorie burned. I will remember that the next time I'm craving some chocolate.
It's Monday now and I'm surprised to say that, yes, I did go back to the gym. We'll see how long it lasts....
But I digress. After a little stretching I got on the elliptical and here's the short version of my inner monologue:
Minutes 1-2: "Man, this feels great! Why did I ever stop working out?"
Minutes 3-4: "Okay, no need to start with level 3...lets cut back to level 1."
Around 5 minutes the "Jesus, take the wheel" song comes on the radio.
Minutes 5-10: "Jesus, take the elliptical! I can't do this! I hate working out. I'm OK with my extra 10 pounds....wait, I'm Hindu...Vishnu...please take the elliptical, please!"
Eventually I get into the groove and do not loose a lung in the process. Once I'm done, I see that I've burned about 200 calories in 30 minutes. My new mantra? A calorie not eaten, is a calorie burned. I will remember that the next time I'm craving some chocolate.
It's Monday now and I'm surprised to say that, yes, I did go back to the gym. We'll see how long it lasts....
Monday, February 2, 2009
Wrong Number Etiquette
In May I got a new cell phone number and from day one the wrong phone number calls began and continue to this day. I get at least 2 or 3 every day and often just let them go to voice mail. But one day the voice mail left was from an elementary school where some kid was sick and needed his mom to come pick him up. I felt bad that I hadn't picked up and there was no number to call back, so then I started picking them up again.
This brings me to my point. If you call someone and suspect that you've dialed the wrong number, please do not try to figure it out by asking (rudely I might add) "who's this?" Identify yourself first and/or state who you're looking for. Don't call me and demand to know who it is. If you do, you'll get a equally rude "who's this" back. Enough said.
This brings me to my point. If you call someone and suspect that you've dialed the wrong number, please do not try to figure it out by asking (rudely I might add) "who's this?" Identify yourself first and/or state who you're looking for. Don't call me and demand to know who it is. If you do, you'll get a equally rude "who's this" back. Enough said.
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