Blurb: What happened to my suits and kitten heels?
Last nite, I couldn’t find my kitten heels. In the past six months I’ve gotten away with wearing these leather flat moccasins for work. But today, I needed those heels. No where to be found. And my black pumps, no where to found. I looked in closets, under the bed, boxes and storage rooms. I realized that gone were the days when I used to use an entire bookshelf to put my shoes (I refer to those as the single days).
Fantastic, I thought.
Here we go again: baby #2
I apologize for my months of inactivity. These things… well, they happen. I even haven’t had a chance to catch up on other blogs. Seriously, what did happen?
In other news, I am happy to announce our second pregnancy. Right now, I am more excited about the pregnancy announcement I made. Let me tell you, it was quite difficult to get a husband and two year old to pose for a couple of minutes.
Finals are coming up plus client projects are soon due. Hopping to return to blogging for much needed stress-relief.
Red or Black
Last week, I spent an hour going back and forth about what color coat I should get ( see Land’s End Woman’s Essential Down Coat). Two questions were blocking me. Finally, my husband came up upstairs into my office and I posed him two questions:
1. Is a red coat too sexy for a law office setting?
2. Will I increase my chances of getting robbed in Baltimore? As the color red may draw some attention.
I am not kidding. These were my concerns. My husband’s answers: (1) Let me see. Absolutely not. I can’t see anything, can’t see you butt nor can I see your breasts. In fact that coat is covering everything. (2) Just wear your other black coat whenever you’re going to stay late. Buy the red one.
And so the red was bought. Still hasn’t arrived but still to this day, I still go back to the website and look at the coats wondering about my choice. (sigh)
The Mommy Card
Two times this month, I’ve had to rip pieces of paper and write my contact information to set up future playdates. Kinda ackward, kinda embarrassing. Since I am not planning on getting an ipod/ipad soon, I was thinking today that maybe the mommy card might be the next best option.
Romance novelist and the engineer/computer programmer
Topic: The field/major you should have gone into
In my last intellectual property class, I learned that one formula for becoming a millionaire/billionaire in the past 100 years was to have a variety of these factors: a degree in electrical engineering, physics or computer science, a degree from MIT, and/or an association with Palo Alto, California.
When discussing Tom Perkins, I learned another interesting tidbit.
Professor: Tom Perkins, he was at one point married to Danielle Steele, that writer known for her sleezy books.
Danielle Steele? I thought. Have I read her books? Quickly, I googled her.
According to Wiki, Danielle Steele is eighth best selling writer of all time, and is currently the bestselling author alive. Check out the list, she supposedly beats out Dr. Seuss! Turns out I haven’t read any of her books but I have seen them on the shelves. No matter what anyone may think about her books, I think she is due serious respect for her work ethic and accomplishments.
Danielle Steele, I bow down to you.
Library chronicles
I imagine sometimes that the public library (of my county) maintains a blacklist and I am in it.
Between overdue fines, one lost book (left at a family vacation house in North Carolina, lost toy parts, and children books returned with ripped pages (very few), I ‘d be somewhere in that list but maybe not at the top (there has got be someone worst than me).
Back in my single days, I think the most books I had out were five. Now, it more like how many “items” (toys, books, cds) have I taken out. At one point this summer, I think I hit 50 count.
Just last month, I swore to take a library break. I packed my little tote with books and drove to the library to return them. I arrived there at 8:30PM with only 30 minutes left till closing. It was only a short time after emptying out my tote at the book return drop that I began “perusing” the small table displays. Before you knew it, I was walking out the library with a now full tote and a grouchy look on my face.
Yesterday, I decided to give up looking for the toy bag (blue mesh bag with tag) for the library’s wrist bells toy. Which by the way, I had borrowed in August, thought I had lost it at my father-in-laws that summer, and have kept renewing till now. I was mortified when I was told I might have to pay 10 bucks for something that cost $2 on amazon.com. Overdue and left with more renewals, I returned and was glad I had only had to pay $5 bucks. Once again, I then perused the aisles and restocked the family’s book pile.
Guess what I found the next day.
Yeah, unbelievable. It was in my daughter’s toy box. Just wow. We’ll see tomorrow if I can get a refund.
Handmade child’s tent
Found this on Pinterest. The gears are starting up in my head…
11/2/2011
Me: (As I set up the stovetop for cooking). By the way, you should check out this article I wrote on my blog about my weight gain through the years.
Husband: Did you say it was all my fault?
Me: In fact I did.
Husband: Did you say how great of a cook I was?
Me: (Pause) Not exactly.
I see now, it’s all husband’s fault: weight gain shenanigans
Instead of returning overdue toys to my county library, I chose to make it to a spin class. I am so proud. Spinning class is like the ride from hell (really). Want to torture your body, sign up here. Somebody should put the wall clock behind the spinners though. I kept checking it every three minutes.
Popular thoughts that raised through my head:
1. She is not going to know. I am just going to do 1/4 instead of 1/2 turn she is asking.
2. You want me to do what?
3. How much time do I have left?
4. It hurts…it hurts.
5. I don’t know if I am ready to loose my freedom yet? (in regards to second pregnancy)
Curious, I decided to plot my weight gain over the years starting from my first year in college to my estimated current weight. I was amazed on how much weight I gained when my husband (then boyfriend) and I decided to live together. Back then , we used to do late dinners at home. And we are talking about NYC time, so think between 8:30 PM and even many times at 10 PM. Adding to that, my husband has always dominated the cooking. So, my diet which use to consists of salmon, hummus, falafal, brocoli, etc, suddenly consisted of burgers, brats, potatoes, french bread, beef, and wine. (sigh)
Anyone who is interested in making a chart of their own, I’d suggest using relative values (who needs to look at actual numbers anyway). Just pick one starting point (baseline) and then divide every other value over this baseline.
It’s Friday, why not
Hmmm, what can I say? I am student, a mom, a wife with a passion for science, law, home decorating, crafts and motherhood. Sprinkle in some competitive edge, a sense of humor and what husband calls, a crazy streak. And there you have me.
