This conversation started when .4 and I were picking each others' noses while waiting for GrammaNora to pump gas, and I offered him a Dunkin' Donuts napkin.
.4: Daddy and I went to Dunkin' Donuts for breakfast.
Me: What did you have?
.4: Um, chocolate donut. And Daddy had cinnamon.
Me: What did you get to drink?
.4: Um, milk. Daddy had chai.
Me: You should tell GrammaNora when she gets back in the car.
Then GrammaNora got back in the car, and before she could even shut the door:
.4: Daddy and I went to Dunkin' Donuts for breakast. I had chocolate donut and Daddy had cinnamon. I drank milk and Daddy drank chai.
Ok, so it wasn't that coherent, but I could totally tell what he was saying, and it was awesome.
Monday, September 27, 2010
two quick things on how cute my husband is
1. He called a few minutes ago to make sure I wasn't at a building that is being evacuated.
2. He has instituted pregnant lady parking at our house.
2. He has instituted pregnant lady parking at our house.
Friday, September 17, 2010
worst week ever!
It's hard to blog about life and not blog about work in an attempt to, I don't know, not get fired, but I have to say that this week is currently holding first place (of the 52 I have worked in my current job thus far) as worst.
An email exchange with my boss resulted in a final email that included the words "see you in my office as soon as" and a conversation with my boss that started, "that response was totally out of character for you." It's never a good week when you get called into the boss's office, especially when "out of character" means writing an email that is clearly dripping with venom.
Someone else in the department decided that he was going to play communications department this week and work with a reporter without ever bothering to involve me in the process other than to provide contact information for other companies. Then he gives me this line about, "I don't know how we're not able to do this for the reporter." Um, I think the answer is, I don't talk to other companies' press people, I talk to the press!
But the thing I hate most about this week is that I forgot the anniversary of the day I met my husband. He is the most wonderful person in the whole world - he even brought me a warm quilt fresh out of the drier last night when I got home from work at 8:30 in the cold rain (that's a 12 1/2 hour day!). He's awesome, and I forgot our anniversary, so I'm decidedly NOT awesome.
Anyway, happy anniversary handsome husband. Thanks for making even my worst weeks still ok.
An email exchange with my boss resulted in a final email that included the words "see you in my office as soon as" and a conversation with my boss that started, "that response was totally out of character for you." It's never a good week when you get called into the boss's office, especially when "out of character" means writing an email that is clearly dripping with venom.
Someone else in the department decided that he was going to play communications department this week and work with a reporter without ever bothering to involve me in the process other than to provide contact information for other companies. Then he gives me this line about, "I don't know how we're not able to do this for the reporter." Um, I think the answer is, I don't talk to other companies' press people, I talk to the press!
But the thing I hate most about this week is that I forgot the anniversary of the day I met my husband. He is the most wonderful person in the whole world - he even brought me a warm quilt fresh out of the drier last night when I got home from work at 8:30 in the cold rain (that's a 12 1/2 hour day!). He's awesome, and I forgot our anniversary, so I'm decidedly NOT awesome.
Anyway, happy anniversary handsome husband. Thanks for making even my worst weeks still ok.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
chocolate sans martha
I have not had a Dove chocolate treat since sometime in February. You may recall that back in February, Dove chocolate treats had Martha Stewart's suggestions for an even happier and more romantic Valentine's day than you could ever plan on your own.
Imagine my surprise when I was given a Dove chocolate treat from a bag that had no mention of Martha whatsoever - how am I going to plan a happier and more romantic Columbus Day without Martha's easy tips and inspiring reminders?
But it's ok because Dove has returned to inspirational sayings - and even better, these are submitted by real people! They have to be great because they are derived from real experiences! They're real inspiration from real people, not some guy who actually applied for the job of being inspirational via chocolate (my guess is his resume includes "Hallmark card writer" and "Televangelist" - I don't want his BS on my chocolate).
From Josie in Little Rock, AR - "Enjoy the miracle of friendship."
Inspirational ... I feel as though I should send a card to all of my beautiful friends ... or post something on facebook ...
Wait a minute ... is Josie telling me it would be a miracle if I had friends? That I should count my blessings for the few people who actually return my phone calls and emails? How the hell many friends do you have, Josie? (And facebook friends don't count.)
I thought Dove chocolate was supposed to inspire confidence and happiness! Frikkin' Dove. Frikkin' Josie.
Imagine my surprise when I was given a Dove chocolate treat from a bag that had no mention of Martha whatsoever - how am I going to plan a happier and more romantic Columbus Day without Martha's easy tips and inspiring reminders?
But it's ok because Dove has returned to inspirational sayings - and even better, these are submitted by real people! They have to be great because they are derived from real experiences! They're real inspiration from real people, not some guy who actually applied for the job of being inspirational via chocolate (my guess is his resume includes "Hallmark card writer" and "Televangelist" - I don't want his BS on my chocolate).
From Josie in Little Rock, AR - "Enjoy the miracle of friendship."
Inspirational ... I feel as though I should send a card to all of my beautiful friends ... or post something on facebook ...
Wait a minute ... is Josie telling me it would be a miracle if I had friends? That I should count my blessings for the few people who actually return my phone calls and emails? How the hell many friends do you have, Josie? (And facebook friends don't count.)
I thought Dove chocolate was supposed to inspire confidence and happiness! Frikkin' Dove. Frikkin' Josie.
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