Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Meet Will

If you are my friend on Facebook, you've already seen these photos. But he is cute so you can deal with seeing them again, right? :)

Now, who is Will you might ask? Will is the son of Jonathan (my cousin) and his wife April. Will just turned 2 in January, and his older sister is Laurel (whom you might have seen before here on the blog).

A couple weeks ago, TJ and I babysat Will overnight. He fell asleep in the car,  but woke up in the process of getting him inside. Here he is when we put him on the bed...

The following morning, Mr. Will had to take a bath...which I thought he might oppose but actually was excited about. He took his diaper off and had his leg up on the side of the tub, trying to get in! He enjoyed his bath, at one point acting like he was swimming. Bath time came to an end when he decided to make yellow water!


Will's clothes were still in the dryer though...for a couple of reasons that aren't worth getting into. Because it is winter and I didn't want him to be cold, I "dressed" him in one of my t-shirts. This is particularly funny because neither of his parents went to (the University of) Kentucky, but another university in our state. Hehehe.

(In this picture, he is standing on steps. Steps that go to our bed. For our dogs. That, for the record, I did not buy. Thank you.)

A little later, TJ decided to watch cartoons with Will while I worked on some homework. Here they are, engrossed in Monsters vs. Aliens.019

Later, after we ate at McDonalds and went to Walmart, Will had to go home. He took a little snooze in the car. Notice the balloon...this is what he wanted at Walmart. Could care less about the toys, but wanted the balloon!020

I hope you'll excuse the quality of these photos...all were taken with my iPhone. However, I thought they were too cute not to share.

I thought Will might misbehave a little, poop a little, know, typical baby things...and buy me some time. No. He did not come through for me. He was on his best behavior. He only pooped once (and it was pretty bad/awful/atomic/disgusting/vomit-inducing/etc). He didn't even throw a fit in McDonalds OR Walmart! These are good things, of course, that he was well-behaved...but I tell you all this for a simple reason.
Later, after Will is back with his parents? TJ says, "I think I could do this."

(I'm making him wait.)

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Seven Quick Takes (v.8)


You know, I recently realized that I most always link to Conversion Diary but rarely remember to go to that site and post that I've participated in Quick Takes.

1. You should know that I am a very clumsy person. Have I told you that before? Allow me to reiterate. Just as I sat down to write this post, I ran into the corner of the coffee table with my leg/quadricep. It hurts. And speaking of the word "reiterate," there is a man I work with that pronounces it "re-enter-ate." And well, you might also know that I cringe when people mis-pronounce words. I know. It's a character flaw and I need to just get over it.

2. Have you ever heard the phrase, "busier than a one-legged man in a butt kicking contest" ? If not, now you have, and guess what. That's about how busy I've been lately. I currently have about 90 unread emails at work. I don't know whether to be "First In First Out" or "Last In First Out" in responding so I mix it up. Any of my MBA pals that could potentially be reading...they might appreciate that comparison :)

3. I got my haircut today, FINALLY, and I must say I feel like a new woman! I really didn't get much cut or a brand new style or anything, but you should know I had not had a haircut since....Halloween. I am embarrassed to admit that but hey, truth is truth. I had major split ends, ugh. The girl that cut my hair today was recommended by a business friend/acquaintance whatever. Anyway, she and I are talking about being from small towns and I ask where she is from. Turns out, she is from my husband's hometown and graduated high school a year after him. Small world!

4. Even smaller world I went to this luncheon put on by the Chamber & a women's group. I didn't know anyone so I just sat down at the first table where I was invited. A few minutes later, another girl sits down. I look at her and KNOW that I know this girl. She looks at me like she is thinking the same thing. Finally we say something to one another, and it takes a minute, but it clicks for us both. My high school boyfriend was her boyfriend's neighbor! We did some quick "figures" and it's been 10 years ago! I think we both felt a little old then, haha.

5. I saw two of my Olympic commercials today! Obviously this wasn't the first time I'd seen the commercials themselves but it was the first time I'd seen them actually on television. I got us 2 different 15-second commercials during the Olympics which is some nice TV time that we haven't had in awhile! I actually saw them on the TV in the break room, so that was cool.

6. On Tuesday I got a migraine...first one in awhile. It was awful. I woke up around 4 that morning, head pounding, sick at my stomach, throwing up. I also felt really dizzy. I wrote an email to my boss around 7:00 using my (work) Blackberry (which I've come to loathe since falling in ♥ with my iPhone) , because I could barely get out of bed. I later got an email from a colleague at work, saying, "Are you pregnant?" (The answer to that question is NO.)

7. Lastly, I shall ask for some advice. I've somewhat been grappling with the whole concept of no matter what you do, some people will never be happy / you can't please everyone / etc. Well, my Type-A tendencies don't take this very well. I want everything I do to be so great that people can't find fault with it (obviously I'm talking about work). I'm also grappling with the fact that I'm not a mind reader, but that's neither here nor there. Anyway. My question is: How do you come to terms with the fact that even your best work isn't always going to be good enough?

Have a happy weekend! I hope you're safe and warm! The snow is finally starting to melt here :)

Monday, February 8, 2010

Ten on Tuesday (v.9)


Visit Chelsea to learn more about Ten on Tuesday and to find more participants! :)

1. Fill in the blank. Sometimes I wish my life was more ______.

I don't know...exotic? Whatever that means?! Other appropriate words might be: adventurous, exciting, laid-back, slow-paced, etc. I'm sure that sounds incredibly boring.

2. How do you cure the hiccups?

I hold my breath and pray they go away, haha. I also drink a bunch of water. I do not endorse this method as I'm not 100% sure it works.

3. What are three of your favorite indulgences?

Pedicures--not because of the cost but because of the time involved; I feel guilty spending that much time "not" doing homework. Naps--again, because of the time involved. Cleaning lady--do not currently have her but wish I did. She was the best indulgence!

4. Where is the most exotic place you would like to travel to? The most

Exotic: Paris

Mundane:  ???

5. Does having your time planned out stress you or relax you?

A little bit of both. I don't like being on such a strict schedule that I don't have wiggle room. On the other hand, a to-do list helps me, as does an agenda/outline of activities or necessary tasks. I've tried setting time limits on myself before, for example "Read for 30 minutes," and if I'm reading for school that stresses me out. I do better giving myself a tangible goal, like "read 7 pages."

6. What are your favourite fabrics to wear?

Fabrics? Wow. No idea. I guess I would say cotton since when I get home from work, I put on t-shirts and sweatpants every day. Ha!

7. Do you sleep through the night?

Usually. Lord only knows why I'm not asleep now!

8. When you were younger, what did you think you would be doing at this
age? How close is that to what you are doing?

I suppose I thought I would be "old." When my mom was my age, I was 8 years old, so I guess I thought I might be a mom. Other than that, I have no real idea. I can't really remember because by "younger" I'm thinking of when I was a child. When I was 17 or 18 I don't really know that I thought this far ahead.

9. What has surprised you most about growing up?

How fast time passes. I always used to make fun of adults for saying that, but it is true. Time seems to go by faster as I get older. When I say time, I mean collectively, as in the year is gone before you know it. In terms of work week, no. Much too slow.

10. Are you good at keeping secrets?

It depends. If it is funny, not really. I love to share something funny! And if you really wanted to keep something funny a secret, why did you tell in the first place?! If it is something serious and you stress the importance, yes. There are some secrets I have never told anyone.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Seven Quick Takes (v.7)


As always...visit other Quick Takers at Conversion Diary, the gracious host of 7 Quick Takes.


THANK YOU to those of you who expressed your condolences over the loss of my grandfather. I appreciate your words more than you will ever know. It is one of the hardest things I have ever had to deal with. I am trying to focus on the happy memories, those that make me laugh, but even those still bring me to tears right now.  

I don't know about you but I find myself incredibly annoyed when you're standing in line to order or pay for something, and the next patron walks RIGHT UP behind you. I really want to turn around and push them. I just don't like it when people get in my space like that. Similarly, I don't like when people stand really close to talk to you. I'm talking people you don't know or don't know very well. If we're bffs it is a little different.

I've realized I'm not a great "networker." I don't have difficulty talking to people at all, but when I'm at these events where I don't know anyone, I have a hard time walking up to a stranger, introducing myself and starting a conversation. I'm always worried and nervous and feel like a fraud (weird?!). It's sort of like dating--what if we have nothing in common? What if I have something in my teeth? What if they ask questions and I don't have answers?!  I need to get better at this--any tips?

Having missed two full days of work this week plus the bulk of a third, I am way behind this afternoon. I shouldn't even be typing this. My dad saw that picture of my office that I posted last week and said it looked like there was more coming in than there was going out. Ha!

Just in case you're curious, this post has basically been on my computer screen for like...most of the day. I'm having some trouble thinking of fun topics today.

Tonight (Friday) is my little cousin's 8th birthday party. They are having it at a YMCA-type party center with a bunch of inflatables, a little dance floor, and a basketball court. He has good birthday parties! When I was a kid I sometimes had slip 'n slide parties because my birthday was in the summer but if I didn't have the slip 'n slide (or Crocodile Mile for those of you who remember that!) I just had cake and birthday hats and all that jazz! It was still good stuff tho :) Anyway his party is like 1.5 hrs away so we will have to leave as soon as I get home from work and we will still probably be late.

I don't know that I've ever mentioned this before (because it is dumb) but my favorite drink is Sprite. There seem to be a bunch of haters out there as far as Sprite goes. Another girl (and myself) had to beg to get Sprite in the vending machine at work, and a lot of times when you go to people's houses and stuff they'll have gotten sodas for the gathering, but they don't get Sprite. What gives?! I should just be grateful I have something to drink at all, I know...but last night I was somewhere and had to drink a Mountain Dew. Ick.


Just realized I forgot to change this from "draft" to "publish" yesterday. Oops!

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

A Small Vignette of Life


That is supposed to be a whirlwind. That is what life feels like this week.

I had a crappy weekend. I basically worked all weekend, all hours of the night (I'm talking 3:30 am phone calls on both Saturday and Sunday).

My computer crashed mid-assignment Friday night/Saturday morning. Literally dead. Would not turn back on. I'm typing from a new Toshiba laptop. I've never had a Toshiba before but I was done with Dell. Dell is 0 for 2 in my book.

Monday afternoon my grandfather died. He was 83. He lived with my aunt, but my dad gets off work before my aunt. So, my dad would go to check on him after work every day. He had to be the one to find him like that, which would suck if it were my dad or my aunt, but what really sucks is my dad had to be by himself. My eyes are filling up with tears just typing that. The coroner said he was pretty certain he went in his sleep.

His funeral is this afternoon at 2. TJ is a pallbearer. My cousin called to tell me Monday and I was still at work. That was hard. I have never really had to go through this before. This is probably the first experience of someone pretty close to me (a relative) passing when I've been old enough to really feel it. It is pretty crappy. I am FILLED with regret. I am so upset with myself and ashamed.

I hadn't seen my Papaw in a long time. He had been sick for a really long time and he didn't feel well a lot of the time. I also think he was embarrassed maybe; he was just a bashful person anyway but he didn't get out a lot and such. On Christmas Eve, he had requested no visitors. My dad said he thought he was feeling bad, plus Papaw had said he needed a haircut, etc. Trying to respect his wishes I didn't go back to bother him.

Later that night, I saw him hobbling to the bathroom. It was probably the worst I'd seen him, he had a cane and just looked so tiny and frail. My aunt and I saw him and I started to cry. The next day when my parents were here, I told them I saw him but that he didn't see me. Again I started to cry and said something to the effect of, "I've got to go see him soon, I don't want that to have been the last time I see him, weak and hobbling on a cane."

It had been a whole month since that happened. I didn't get to hug him one last time or tell him that I loved him.

I used to get off the school bus at his house in elementary school. He was hard of hearing, so he always turned the TV up really high. I could hear the TV from the end of the driveway so I always knew what he was watching.

I remember being at his house and watching the news of Hurricane Andrew. I don't know why I remember that but I know I was there.

A pink 110 Cameo was my first camera ever. I know I took a picture of my Papaw using that, and can see the picture in my mind. He was sitting in his chair grinning, with his cap on, a flannel shirt, and dark blue jeans. I would give anything to have that picture but of course I have no idea where it is.

My Papaw always had beagles. Taffy is (we think) part beagle. I wish Papaw could have "met" her. She would have licked his face and been his buddy. Lilly got up in the bed with him when she met him.

What really, really sucks? My cousin Stephanie is my age, and she has a son (Weston). Papaw died on Weston's 8th birthday. Weston was Papaw's first great-grandchild.

I always have trouble "wrapping up" my posts but this one is a real doozey. Awkward.