Thursday, December 31, 2009

New Format

It's occurred to me that I rarely write here anymore and I couldn't figure out why. Until (obviously) now.

I've been trying to be all serious about this blog and analytics (?) and blah, blah, blah. Who am I? I'm not a writer. Not really. This blog is about remembering my life. The ins and outs of my days. It doesn't matter if anyone reads or not.

With this in mind, I've decided to somewhat change my format. I cannot come up with stories to tell every day. I read other, real blogs and think wow, I write nothing like that. So since I can't keep pace with the big girls, I just give up? Eff that.

I am highly logical, analytical, etc. so instead of trying to be creative I'm making (which I know that is creating) a sort of template that I'll basically fill in as often as I want. It'll probably change a lot but for now:

Best part of my day: Getting to sleep in really late. It finally occurred to me this morning that I've had the "early shift" every day of vacation. And that hardly seems fair. So this morning when Maggie woke up I informed R he needed to get his ass up while I slept in. And let me tell you, it was nice.

Worst part of my day: Being a bum and not going to yoga for like the millionth time in a row. Why is it so hard to get back in the swing of things? I guess the trick is to never stop because re-starting is ridiculously hard.

Maggie Moment: Maggie has started signing and it's so stinking cute. It's not hugely useful since she also, you know, speaks but it sure is adorable. When she is hungry she says, "Eat," and points at her mouth. So cute.

Also she was in the kitchen, starting to explore/empty the cabinets and drawers. I walked up to her and very firmly told her "No!" For the next 5 or 10 minutes she walked up and down the kitchen saying, "No, no, no."

Gratitude: My baby, my angel. I love her so much it feels painful sometimes. Who knew?

Friday, December 11, 2009

Intelligence work?

I did a quiz in O magazine and another on Career Builder's website and they both told me I should work in intelligence work. Ok.

What the hell does that mean?

As an aside, if I don't know, does that mean I am not qualified to work in intelligence work?

Career Builder said to look for the words analyst and audit. Even with this helpful hint, I feel at a loss.

O magazine ran a follow up this month with a few ideas. Mine were biomedical research (I freaking hate science so that probably wouldn't work for me), computer programming (not sure how much science that requires; maybe I would like that) and law (hmmm??? how ironic that next fall R will be starting law school).

So basically I'm completely at a loss. I would love to work at a job that I enjoyed. What is the saying? "Find a job you love and you'll never work a day in your life."

I guess the search continues. There must be something out there for me. . .

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

My baby. . .

The best part of Thanksgiving was watching Maggie play with her little cousins. They are only 1 and 2 years, respectively, older than her. She was so happy. She would look over at me for encouragement or reassurance maybe and then go back to playing.

At one point they got a little too close and she backed up a little. Other than that she just smiled and laughed. It was wonderful.

And yet, it made me unbelievably sad. It took me a while to figure out why I was so sad about Maggie having such a good time.

All these 15 months of her life, Maggie has been mine. She is my baby. Sure, other people play with her, keep her, what have you. But she is my baby. Seeing her play with those little girls was the first time she was her own little person.

And as her own little person, she will continue doing her own little thing. Part of which will include growing up and no longer being my baby. And while I'm not too bothered (just heartbroken) about her getting older, the reminder hurt.

How can my baby be such a big girl? How can time go so fast?

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Thanksgiving 2009

We celebrated Thanksgiving with my grandma, GG, and that whole side of the family. That side of the family includes her 5 brothers and all of their kids and their kids' kids. Lots of family.

But it's great. I love going to Thanksgiving out there. Especially because there are so many kids for Maggie to play with.

We carpooled with Elaine and her husband. We had dinner on the way down there at an awesome Mexican food restaurant that had a Starbucks inside it. How cool is that?

Maggie had a hard time sleeping while we were there. Since R and I sat in the back seat with her on the ride down there, she refused to sleep until the last 30 minutes. But apparently that 30 minutes was all she needs cos she was ready to play, play, play. . . at 10:30pm.

That was absolutely no fun at all. We got home on Friday evening and put Maggie to bed at about 6pm. She woke up at 9:45pm with a poopy diaper. I nursed her, put her back to bed and she slept until noon. And actually we woke her up at noon.

Anyway we had a lot of fun. The best part was watching Maggie play with her cousins, which is a whole other post.

The worst part was being lectured about how R and I need to get married. That was not fun. I knew she was planning this and I warned R. He made a big deal about how he wasn't going to put up with that, blah, blah, blah. But he had nothing to say. At all. But my GG is no joke. You don't mess with her.