Monday, April 30, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
- I still check the job postings once a day just like I did at work even though I'm not now, and wasn't then, looking for a job (at least not unless something really awesome is on there).
- I still check the mail every time I walk into the house even if I know there is no mail in there because I was home when the mail and, or flyers were delivered.
- While I have not succumbed to watching the likes of Oprah, Dr. Phil, or Rachel Ray, I have become hooked on the View and am v. sad that Rosie is leaving. I am totally addicted to hot topics where she argues with the Republican Robot (the girl from survivor) but also does not defend the Democrats and in fact declared herself as an independent - v. refreshing on American TV to see the debate widened if only slightly. The show sucks when she has a day off (or when Barbara Walters is there) - will have to find something else to watch, or better yet, not watch.
- The purchase of a new, high-efficiency, front-loading washing machine actually made me excited to do laundry (until it had to go in the dryer anyway).
- I am not reading nearly enough news, but sadly do still find myself watching CPAC.
Unfortunately, in my yoga-induced euphoria I came up with the brilliant plan of suggesting we go out for dinner instead. Julia had been an absolute angel not only for yoga but for the entirety of the shopping that followed so I was feeling brave. Besides, Jason had been salivating (think Homer Simpson head back gurgle) over the idea of shrimp and since I have no idea how to cook it properly I figured it made perfect sense to take him someplace where they do.
Hunter and I had a nice discussion about how he was expected to behave in a restaurant and Julia had her supper before we left so we were all set. When we got there, Hunter behaved marvellously except for the fact that the boy really cannot fathom that there is a difference between an inside voice and an outside voice when he's excited (he was excited about the crayons that were supplied to him). Jason was enjoying some sort of drink called a mojito that, to me, conjured up images of Dave Foley in his brilliance as a girl-drink drunk before his career was reduced to hosting Celebrity Poker (though things are looking up for him as he's now judging Thank God You're Here - if that can be considered looking up). Things were going brilliantly until I made the mistake of saying how wonderful Julia was being and how silly we had been to worry about going out for dinner up to now.
Hearing me utter that nonsense must have awakened something in Julia because she began to cry, no cry isn't the right word, wail is. Did I mention that I had given her some anti-histamine medication for the first time shortly before going out for dinner? Oh yeah, I had, gambling that the side effect, drowsiness, would win out over the side effect, excitability. Wrong! Julia proceeded to wail for the next 15 minutes while I took her to the bathroom to dance around with her in hopes it would calm her down (and to keep her from disturbing other diners). When we came out (Julia was moderately calmed down), Jason had had everything packed up to go (even though he said he couldn't hear her out in the restaurant) and we got out of there as quick as we could. She cried most of the way home but once we were home was as calm as could be even though her eyes were still bugged out. Maybe the side effect doesn't seem so bad to a 2 month old in the comfort of her own home but being in a strange place must have been more than she could take, poor girl.
Tonight, I make lasagna as I should have done yesterday and will do every April 24th until Jason can only eat through a straw.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
I figure it's a fitting post since he recently passed away. I was happy to hear that his passing has resulted in some new interest in his work. Here are a some quotes that offer a taste of his brilliance:
- Maturity is a bitter disapointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter can be said to remedy anything. - Cat's Cradle
- We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be. - Mother Night
- Another flaw in the human character is that everybody wants to build and nobody wants to do maintenance. - Hocus Pocus
- We all see our lives as stories, it seems to me, and I am convinced that psychologists and sociologists and historians and so on would find it useful to acknowledge that. - Deadeye Dick
- All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is. Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I've said before, bugs in amber. - Slaughterhouse-Five
- Say what you will about the sweet miracle of unquestioning faith, I consider a capacity for it terrifying and absolutely vile!
- If you can do a half-assed job of anything, you're a one-eyed man in a kingdom of the blind.
I am eternally grateful to Simon for introducing me to Vonnegut by way of gifting me Deadeye Dick several Christmases ago. I hope that my offering, Fifth Business, inspired in him the same love for Robertson Davies that Deadeye Dick inspired in me for Vonnegut as I voraciously read everything Vonnegut that I could get my hands on afterwards. While Slaughterhouse Five may be his most acclaimed work, I will always have a soft spot for Deadeye Dick.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Sunday, April 22, 2007
The other day, though, I was thinking about something a friend told me when she first found out I was pregnant: she told me that when she and her husband had their second child they suddenly felt like they were a family. With one child, they brought him along wherever they went and it was like they were bringing along their little buddy, but with two they were a family wherever they went. I didn't grasp the concept then because I couldn't really understand how it was all that different, but I get it now. It's not just in the preparation time for going somewhere, it's also in how you're received when you get there (or at least how you perceive that you're received). With one child, there are such things as a quick trip to the store even if the other parent isn't home because getting one child ready really isn't that big of a deal. With two children, you make sure you really need that thing you're thinking of running to the store for because by the time both of them don't need fed, washed, or dressed it's likely that at least an hour has gone by(e). In terms of reception, I imagine that showing up at a restaurant with two children is a lot more terrifying to a server than when people arrive with one but I doubt, in reality, that it makes much difference. If the server is the type to pull straws for who gets the people with two kids, they probably pull straws for who gets the people with the kid too.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Fast forward to today, my Buff Babies class, the one I had not been worried about in the least (aside from obsessing about which stroller to bring, that is). We were running late, but I found the on-site daycare spot for Hunter with relative ease and the other moms still seemed to be getting their stuff organized when we got there so the lateness didn't seem to be a big deal. In our lateness, I opted for the regular stroller rather than the jogger and this too seemed to be perfectly fine. The other moms were really great, the instructor was great and also a relatively new mom (something about her kind of reminded my of Miranda from Sex in the City so I figured that must be a good sign). Everything was going smoothly.
That is until we did the squats. The forward ones were fine but when we did the backwards ones I had a major wipe out. It was one of those falls where you can feel it coming on and if you're lucky you have time to adjust your centre of gravity and prevent the whole thing. But despite my efforts, I was not so lucky, and may have even made it worse as I ended up not only falling but tumbling back head over trunk. In front of the whole class. And, in case anyone might have missed it, the instructor, with her mic on, asked if I was okay and said we wouldn't do anymore backwards squats to be on the safe side. Total embarrassment. Physically, I was fine but my ego? It took a severe beating in the process. The instructor did say something about how newer moms still have a centre of gravity that is out of whack - not these exact words of course, but I'm going to own that particular excuse - it was totally not me being competitive and trying to get back faster than other moms at all.
Despite the fall, the class was good. Afterwards I went for a bit of a run around the track a few times because I couldn't get enough of the sweating. It may seem odd, but I love that feeling - something about it just makes me feel alive and totally in my body. It's a nice change from often feeling like I'm living in my head (even if I'm somewhat out of it most days).
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
While it didn't deter us from our morning walk even Hunter seemed a little depressed when he asked "Mum, isn't it supposed to be spring?". Sigh, even multi-million dollar retention and attraction campaigns about exceptionally low-costs of living can't do anything about the weather as points west seem very appealing on days like this.
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
First off, Jason informed me that the day I posted about our anniversary being exactly five months away was actually not the 23rd but rather the 26th. This fact alluded me even though I have a calendar hanging not all that far from the computer and these posts are dated. Clearly, time and space have become elusive now that I mark the week by days Jason is home and days he isn't, or days Hunter has activities and days he doesn't (soon to be joined by days Cammy has stuff and days she doesn't). In case anyone is concerned, I am enjoying this immensely.
I've discovered all these mommy blogs and am completely fascinated by this world comprised largely of former journalists, editors, and academics. So many of the blogs are fantastically written and compelling and they all seem to know dooce and are doing a lot of analysis of the mommy blogging phenomenon (which I didn't even know existed until last week). Some even receive free trips to appear on talk shows to discuss said phenomenon, who knew blogging could be such a lucrative enterprise? You'll notice I've posted some of the better ones on my side bar in case your inner voyeur is looking for something else to peruse.
I've also discovered all these nursing blogs by clicking on some of the folks who commented on Iris' nurse meme and am enjoying this small view into the world of nurses. In my interweb travels, I stumbled upon this blog that is written by two abortion providers. It's so interesting to me because it is dispelling a lot of the myths I had in my mind, for instance I always imagine that the majority of women who use abortion clinics are young and single without a lot of options even though I've got three friends who found out as adults that their moms had abortions after they had their children. These moms done having their families, it seems, are common clinic users.
On a lighter note, I've been signed up since Friday and I still don't understand the allure of facebook. I think it might be because I haven't found anyone one there that I'm not normally in contact with except for Terriann (or maybe I'm just too old, there don't seem to be a lot of folks over 30 on there).
I'm reading Frankenstein. For gifting occasions Jason always takes Hunter shopping to pick out a gift from him. Hunter actually chooses the gift (I'm sure within parameters) and so far has done impeccably well. For my birthday this year he picked out a sudoku cube (which is like a really, really awful Rubiks cube and I like sudoku) and Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. I have to admit I was less than enthusiastic about the book - my knowledge of Frankenstein has been limited to Phil Hartman's SNL version - "bread good, fire bad", Gene Wilder's Young Frankenstein spoof (which I absolutely love), and the usual Halloween stuff. I did know Frankenstein was actually the name of the scientist but that was about it. Anyway, I started the book on the weekend because I wanted to show Hunter that I appreciated his gift (and figured I better get reading it over with before too long). I am absolutely loving it and can't recommend reading it enough. Both characters are extremely compelling. I had no idea that the monster acquired complex language in the story - in the movie versions he only ever utters a few words before terrifying everyone and plunging into the water. There are these poignant chapters where he is watching this family interact and where he describes his sadness at having no relationship with his creator, no love, no one with his likeness (there is this part where he describes catching a glimpse of himself in the water and is horrified to see what he looks like), etc. Like I said, I can't recommend this book enough.
Mike Todd commented on my blog for the second time! His blog is one of my favourites and even when I forget to check the other weekly updated blogs I always remember to check his - it is hilarious. Anyway, in case anyone thinks that seeing comments isn't important, let me confess, it is and there is nothing worse than checking your blog and seeing zero comments several days in a row. I'm guilty of not leaving them myself so I can't complain too much, though.
And finally, my Mum and Dad are coming here tomorrow for Easter weekend! Yay!
P.S. Can you P.S. on a blog entry? I'm going to go with yes. I'm editing my published version because I wanted to assure you that I also have been leaving the house (quite a bit in fact) even though this blog entry makes it sound like I spend my days staring square eyed at the computer and or laying around reading.