And Then My Head Exploded

2006-08-14 - 8:44 a.m.

So my mom did something that she was the last person on earth I thought would do.

"Well, we could go do X, but we have to get it in before you have a kid."

Ack. Mom. Up in that corner? It tells you I'm 27. My mom, oddly enough, knows how old I am. I am not so old, nor married that long, nor less in school than I was before, that kids are even on the horizon.

Ok, on the horizon if you're looking across a calm, blue ocean. But that's it.

I have all these things in my career I want to do. It makes me a horrible wife, I've heard, but I want us to have a solid financial setting, kids or no kids. And I don't want to completely ignore those kids with only a few hours a week to spend with them, either.

I have many, many friends with children. So many, I can't remember them all to link to them, so I don't. I have single friends, and just married friends. And I have been married for a full year now, with three of the months of that year away from my husband. We live in a very baby-unfriendly apartment (not the landlords, who would perhaps remodel if we had a child, since there is a great amount of love between us all).

In summary, the word "baby"? Is starting to cause me panic attacks. Internet? We're really good friends, you and I, so I am going to confess to you. I am starting to not want children when looking at the reality of having them. I love kids. I love the Boy. I want to be a parent. But I just don't feel like I can legitimately plan when we could accept a child into our lives, like everyone around us seems to want us to do.

And if you're going to ask me about getting pregnant vs. adoption? I will end you.

The Boy, by the way, just read all this and then imitated the Quizno's baby.

And I'm now a puddle of goo.

I Hear Its Nice Out

2006-08-13 - 3:45 p.m.

So if anyone hasn't noticed this trend, let me indicate a little further into my psyche.

When I am stressed, and I have lost the ability to control a situation, I get sick. Perhaps it's my body telling itself that if it worries too much, it will break. Perhaps it is psychosomatic--if I am sick, I am allowed to take a break. Either way, I usually end up feeling like crap after a stressful situation.

So right now, my sinuses hate me. With a vengeance. Granted, it's allergy season, and everyone's feeling it. But the poor Boy had to go to church by himself today because I don't want to get anyone else sick, in case I'm catching.

However, I'm getting some stuff done. Health insurance, websites, stuff like that. And I should be back up to par in a day or two. But for now, I'll be in one of the Boy's shirts, watching a movie I've seen a hundred times, and trying not to worry about my grandfather.

Back in the Burgh for the Year

2006-08-12 - 7:38 p.m.

Fifteen hour days in California do not make for time entries. Nor does a lack of Internet access in Minneapolis. But now, I am back in the Burgh, sitting next to the Boy on the couch.

Catching up:

1) My grandfather is sick. Not in the hospital, but not doing well. Any thoughts or prayers are greatly appreciated.

2) I know all this because I was in Buffalo for the week. My cousins are insane. But cute!

3) I have lighter hair. My cousin is a very good hairdresser, though, because you cannot tell it is highlighted.

4) The Boy? He is awesome. But you knew that.

5) It was nice to see the westcoast people when I was in California. And special thanks to Will for keeping me awake for my flight.

6) Kerry is LEAVING ME. And the country. But she's LEAVING ME.

7) I've been married a year. Which means that Mia is one! Yay! Both of us are happy. Oh, and year-old cake isn't that bad.

8) My nephews are particularly cute with year-old cake smashed in their faces (they did the smashing, don't look at me!).

9) I got an offer to come back to the firm next year. So, yay! It was worth it. Oh, right. I like it there, and people are really nice. I made friends, and the work is interesting.

10) I like the song "Comin Home" by City and Colour (Canadians, can you tell?). It's on iTunes if you wish to check it out (Chris).

Fleeting Ideas

2006-07-10 - 8:42 p.m.

I had four or five ideas for an entry, and I can never remember them when I finally have time to sit down. (Right now, I'm sitting on an exercise ball, which is very fun as a chair, and I think we should all ditch our chairs for these things. They're really fun, once you get the damned things blown up.)

So!

There's been work, there's been a weekend. I got some pants when I went shopping wtih Host Sister. She's very cool, and I'm sorry we're only crossing paths for the next few weeks.

I'll be out of town next week, but in a hotel, so I may have more internet time than I do now.

Just a few more days, and Mia will be one year old, and I'll have been married for just as long. That's a weird concept. Especially since other people are getting married now, and I'm so glad it's OVER with. How many times can I say that?

The weird thing? If I had a chance to go back, I really would do it all over again. It seems nowadays, people don't want to have family near them when they realize that the only other time you see family in droves is when someone dies. And honestly? The dancing and the smiles and the hugs are all way better.

The scar on my leg from falling off the treadmill is fading, finally. I bought some Target brand scar remover, and either my mutant genes are taking care of it (think how clumsy I am and realize I have NO scarring. I don't get it either) or the stuff is working. I'm thinking a combo of both.

I am very bummed that Kerry is leaving for England, but as I said in my comment, I don't see her much now. I just do feel a little lonlier with the idea that she'll be even farther away. Hugs to Kerry.

What else? I'm trying to get motivation to apply for a clerkship position for next year. Maybe DC? Thoughts? I don't think I have a chance in hell of getting a Federal Circuit deal, but a girl can dream...

And finally...

WARNING, Pirates spoiler!

I saw Pirates of the Carribean. Um, why do they have a picture of a key, and a BLACKSMITH has to STEAL it?

A Taste of Cheese Curds and Corn

2006-07-05 - 6:40 p.m.

Sometimes, I think that Minneapolis is just another great city: it's got all sorts of art and culture, sports and activities. A major university and lots of smaller colleges.

But then it throws me for a loop.

I've been to the Taste of Buffalo maybe five or more times. And I've heard of the Taste of _fill in a city name_ nearly everywhere. This is my impression of what a "Taste" should be:

Booths of different restaurants, from medium-high to low end food
Booths with foods from different ethnicities
Booths with a leaning toward adult food
Music that is present, but with different bands up and down the strip of booths, no particular sound drowning out everything else.

This was my experience at the Taste of Minnesota:
Cheese curds (it's like fried mozerella, but MORE artery-clogging)
Corn on the cob
Corn dogs
Chocolate chip cookies
Turkey legs
Pizza Hut (no, I'm not kidding)
Oh, and REO Speedwagon.

All in all, it was a cute fair. But if Minnesotans want to know why they get the reputation of blandness that they get from the rest of the country, well...

Don'tcha kno?

Minneapolis Monday - DC Monday - 2007-08-06
Okay - 2007-08-02
The End is Here - 2007-07-26
Two Years - 2007-07-23
Screaming to a Halt - 2007-07-21

previous - next