Saturday, March 31, 2007

Who knew?

Earlier this week, a job posting came across my email Inbox. It was part-time. It was for the federal government. It was a job made up of some of the more interesting (i.e., "sexy") aspects of my current job. It was exactly the type of job that, back when I started with my current employer, I thought, "In X years, I'll try to find this kind of job."

Well, it's been X years, and I found that - even when faced with this seemingly perfect job opportunity - I'm just not ready to leave yet. I'm enjoying my job too much. Never would've guessed.

Friday, March 30, 2007

Bullets over Friday

  • The little guy ain't so little anymore. ALB has fat rolls on his thighs like a sumo baby. In fact, if he wasn't already ALB, I would make his name Sumo Baby. He's actually gaining slower now (at 2 months he was over 90th percentile for weight; four months later, he's down to a respectable 75th).

  • Tonight was Fish Friday. I made tilapia (marinated in Newman's Own Sesame Ginger Vinagrette), and we had various crudites on the side: baby carrots, sugar snap peas and grape tomatoes. I'm a fan of vegetables that don't need to be cooked.

  • AB now tells rambling stories that go on forever. He talks exactly like I did at that age.

  • That dude I liked on American Idol (the few times I saw it)? Apparently he got kicked off. That sucks.

  • AB needs a haircut. Ordinarily I'd do it myself, but I'm getting lazy. So add AB's haircut appointment to the list of things I need to do this weekend.

  • I want to hang out with Amy Poehler and Will Arnett. The four of us can get loaded and play board games. It'll be fun. I'd suck beer out of dirt with Amy.

  • Hope everyone has a great weekend. I need some sleep.

Saturday, March 24, 2007

I am an idiot.

So I'm watching the NC State-UConn game, which is being played at Fresno State, and for a second I actually think to myself, "Who is Mart Center?"

The opposite of serious

At dinner tonight (takeout chicken parm, chicken farfale and garlic broccoli), we were playing the opposite game, quizzing AB on his opposites. What's the opposite of tall, clean, left, high, etc. He was doing really well. Then I had the bright idea of switching it up a bit.

APL: Hey, AB, why don't you ask me some opposites now?
AB: OK! What's the opposite of... um... what's the opposite of... dinosaur?!
NSAH: I knew he was going to ask you something like that.
APL: Uh.... I give up, what's the opposite of dinosaur?
AB: Um.... Snake! Snake is the opposite of dinosaur.
APL: Well, alright then.

And there was much rejoicing

We have achieved "sleeping through the night" in the Angry household, if only for one night.

If this keeps up, posting will resume in its normal fashion.

That is all.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

I have excellent compuper skills

NSAH: I'm taking a class in ASP.
APL: ... OK, what am I thinking right now?

Friday, March 16, 2007

Even if things get heavy, we'll all float on

Different periods of my life have had different theme songs.

When I was in high school, my theme song was "Nobody's Girl" by Bonnie Raitt. I was a serial dater but never opened myself up to whatever poor guy I happened to be dating at that point. Dating was a one-way process to me: I basically had to be as cool and mysterious as possible, until I was certain that the guy was head-over-heels in love/whipped over me. Then my job was done, and I moved on to the next guy. It was all very Dorothy Parker of me. Not very mature, I know. But hey, I was 15. Cut me some slack.

When I was in college, my theme was "Good Intentions" by Toad the Wet Sprocket. So many mornings I would wake up and shake my head, "I can't understand what I did last night." And, while dating a toxic person for more than a year, the lines "I'm not afraid things won't get better/But it feels like this has gone on forever" reverberated in my head.

Now that I've aged like a good cheese, I've mellowed as well. I'd say that, for the past few years, my theme song has been "Float On" by Modest Mouse. It is what it is, in a matter-of-fact, marching-through-life kind of way. Shit happens, but we just keep going. I smile every time I hear it.

What are your theme songs?

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Still alive

I see it's been more than a week since I last posted.

It's going to be at least a week before I post again.

Friday, March 02, 2007

Reasons I'm smiling this shiny, happy Friday

  • As I pulled out of the parking garage after work, I heard Joan Jett's "I Hate Myself For Loving You" on the radio. Cranked that sucker up to 30, and realized I still knew all the words.

  • The snow is almost totally gone now. Today was windy but warm and sunny.

  • Tonight for dinner (Lenten Friday, so no meat for NSAH--heathens like me can eat whatever we wish), NSAH had the bright idea of popcorn shrimp and tater tots. I love it when my dinner goes right from the freezer to the oven to my plate. No prep (unless shaking hot sauce on my shrimp and salt on my tots counts as food prep).

  • NSAH and I are going on a date tomorrow! Woohoo! Grandma's going to watch the boys while we go see a movie.

  • Many fun conversations with AB tonight, including:
    APL: Are you going to be a rock star or a soccer player when you grow up?
    AB: Pirate.

    * * *

    AB: What about the [Cool Friends Who Live Nearby]?
    APL: They're going to have a baby girl!
    AB: What's she called?
    APL: It's a secret.
    AB: Can you tell me?
    APL: Well, I don't know. It's a secret they haven't told anyone.
    AB: Oh.
    APL: But they have cats. Do you remember what their cats' names are?
    AB: What?
    APL: [Boy Cat] aaaaaaaaaand....
    AB: [Girl Cat]! [Girl Cat] is shy!
    APL: Yes, but [Boy Cat] loves people.
    AB: He likes me.

  • I have work to do over the weekend, but it's work I actually want to do. (I'm crazy, I know.)

  • When I was reading ALB his bedtime story, AB came in and stood next to the glider. ALB stopped looking at the book and started staring at him, and then reached out with his little hand for his big brother. AB said, "He likes me!" and pushed his face up to the baby's face. They are so damn sweet, it makes me grin like an idiot.