October 31, 2007
Boo!
Happy Halloween to all you creepy-crawlies in cyberspace!
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October 30, 2007
Quick change
This morning we did a little number I like to call The Clothes Shuffle, or, How Many Outfits Can We Dress Our Toddler In Today?
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October 29, 2007
I see
10 seconds on my right eye.
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October 25, 2007
Little blue boxes and missing blue pants
I think one of the great things about having a really, really good husband is being able to be indulged and surprised at the same time. And that I get to laugh. A lot.
So last night my hubby came home (late, after a “team building exercise” that was really just an excuse for him and all his colleagues to leave work early and go play dodgeball on a big trampoline mat) and we were laying in bed talking, which is one of the best parts of my day, and I said, “Sooooo, where is it?”
“Where is what?”
“My present!”
The boy has been saying for days that my present was the BAS sitting in our backyard. Specifically, the larger windows and shutters that he upgraded just for me. Can’t you feel the love?
But he’s also been quite mysterious, and he doesn’t play mysterious well. He can’t lie. He just can’t. And he knows this. When he lies (or tries to lie, that is), he smiles or laughs, and he won’t look me in the eye. I figured this out, oh, like 14 years ago, and he knows it, but he keeps trying and failing miserably.
So when he told me the other night that he had to “stop at the store” on the way home, I knew he was up to something. If he’s got to stop at Sam’s, he says he’s going to Sam’s and he’s getting milk, fruit and cereal and do I need anything. If he’s going to Home Depot, he says he’s going to Home Depot and getting weed killer, lawn bags and fertilizer and do I need anything. If he’s going to “the store” and gives no other details, well, then he’s up to something.
So last night, because I have the patience of a termite, I asked, “Where is it?”
And he indulged me and said I could have my present early. I had to hide in the bathroom while he went and retrieved it from the super-secret hiding place, but I could have it early.
Let’s just say, the boy did good. Goooooood.
First of all, he got me something from Zoe. How adorable is that?! Zoe’s gift is a letter lock charm for my Tiffany bracelet, the letter “Z.” For Zoe, of course. Coincidental that it’s also the initial of our last name? I think not.He did confess to me later that he hadn’t intended on purchasing the charm; it was an impulse buy.
My husband doesn’t like to frivolously spend money, but he’ll impulse shop in Tiffany & Co. Yep. Pretty sure I picked a good one.
We added the Z to my bracelet right then and there, so I’d get to wear it today. Which I am. And loving it.
Then, he pulled out his gift to me. It was another blue box. Bigger than the first one. Ooooo.
One of the great things about receiving a blue box from Tiffany is that the box itself, with the beautiful white ribbon, is so meaningful. I know that when he pulls out a blue Tiffany bag, with the blue Tiffany box with the white ribbon, that I must be someone very, very special.
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October 25, 2007
Give a little bit
Two weeks ago my colleague who is trying to have a baby had her first IUI treatment. For those of you fertile people who don’t know, that’s a procedure we strugglers sometimes use when we need a little help getting the boys to the right place. If you want more information, google it. M and I were extremely lucky…we didn’t have to go that far, but we were on the verge of trying.
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October 23, 2007
m&m and M
As if I don’t need constant reminders that I’m married to an engineer, things happen on an almost daily basis that reinforce it.
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October 23, 2007
By Request: Psychology of Human Sexuality
Normally I do not take requests for blog postings, and in fact, discourage it. I write this for me and no one else. Not even M or Zozo. Although I’m sure that Zozo, when she reaches her teenage years, will be sufficiently mortified by her mother’s musings so as to make me declare, “But I did it all for you, honey!”
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October 22, 2007
drivel
Mondays are awesome when you forget your lunch and then, right at lunchtime when you’re resigned to digging a can of something vaguely food-like out of your desk drawer, your boss shows up with awesome home-made chili (as opposed to ho-made, which, no kidding, I saw on a menu recently), complete with wheat crackers. And then, after lunch, you decide to pass on the not one, not two, but three kinds of healthy fruit sitting on your desk (banana, orange and honeycrisp apple, for what it’s worth) and go for the mini-bag of m&m’s (original colors, plain not peanut, for what it’s worth) from the aforementioned boss’s office.
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October 22, 2007
Weekend Review
So I had a very eventful and jam-packed last few days. Here’s the recap, along, of course, with my running commentary, the usual musings of my quirky brain:
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October 18, 2007
Fifteen Years
Have you ever glanced at a calendar and realized, “Good gravy! Today is a special day!”
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