Small Change Month 7 recap

It's time for the Small Change Month 7 recap. And you know what, this month's challenge was so easy, I didn't do it. This month's challenge was to donate anything, to anyone. And I fell down. Last month I donated clothes and furniture to the Lupus Foundation of America. Can that count? Just yesterday I got an email about a used book sale to benefit Team River Runner, a recreational charity for wounded US soldiers that teaches the soldiers kayaking and other activities they are able to do. We have a ton of books and I think I'm going to spend the weekend picking which ones to donate. (If you are in the DC area and want to participate, send me an email at jodi(at)lucidphoenix.com and I'll get you the information.) So, in the end I was too early and too late. But I did something, and that is what this challenge is about. And, like always, go see Beth tomorrow to find out what her next challenge is.

Big Victories

My best friend and her new husband got down the aisle, relatively unharmed. A makeup artist told me I had "beautiful skin" and a hairdresser said I had "perfect hair." The same hairdresser than gave me a beehive for a 5:30 black tie wedding. I looked exactly like June Cleaver. But I managed to convince her that maybe that wasn't the best idea. I stuck to my diet, well, mostly. I danced the night away so I'm sure I burned all the calories I consumed. And Michael survived the weekend at the in-laws. He even took a nap. I'm looking forward to going home. For some reason I have had the same dream the past 3 nights. And the dream is a variation of Doug leaving me. (I never actually worry about this, I think I've been a little stressed). All and all, a success. And it's an honor to be in someone's wedding. But I think after 12 times, I've had enough of that particular honor.

Small Victories

4 days of wedding events, 4 days of lots of food. And Jodi on a diet. I turned down the first of what will surely be many pieces of cake. I packed stuff to work out at the hotel. I went to a spinning class this morning at the gym before we left. When I went to "Kids Klub" to pick up Michael, one of the women there told me I was pretty. How sad is it that that made my day?

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Cliffhanger

Not to leave y'all hanging on the move to Boston thing, but we are off, no, not to Boston. I'm in a wedding out of town, Michael is going to the in-laws. See ya on the flip side. And go wish Amy good luck. Noah has a very important appointment tomorrow.

Pondering the Imponderable

Doug has been interviewing for jobs. He has yet to really find one that "clicked." He has an interview today, for a job he is really excited about, in Boston. For those of you that don't know, we live in D.C. In some ways, the prospect of moving thrills me. I have lived here my whole life, except for 3 and 1/2 years in Connecticut for college. I even went to law school here. I hate my house and we would have to sell it! No excuses. No deciding now is not the right time. And my job, well, that wouldn't be so hard to let go. But I have good friends here. And family. And it's home. The idea of finding a new gym, daycare for Michael, and a new job in a foreign city keeps me up at night. Would I have to take the Massachusetts Bar? How do you look for houses when you know nothing about the city and have a toddler in tow? When I was 3 my parents picked up and moved here from Illinois. That was 29 years ago. My mom still says she is from Chicago. I'm jumping the gun. He hasn't even gotten an offer. Hell, he hasn't even had the interview as I'm writing this. The scariest part is, I think it would be ok if we moved to Boston. It's really cold, but I already have a friend there. And I think it's time for a change.

The proper care and feeding of husbands

In the middle of the night last night I went into the bathroom and realized there was no toilet paper. Doug had used the bathroom before going to bed and finished the roll. There were no extra rolls under the sink. I walked into Michael's bathroom, no toilet paper in there either. Do I- A. Wake Doug up and yell at him? B. Go down two flights of stairs to the basement to our storage closet and get more toilet paper? Thereby setting off the house alarm and waking up the entire house since I of course forget to turn off the alarm and the motion sensor is in the basement? C. Hold it all night silently cursing Doug? What is it with men and replacing toilet paper? Really, how hard is it?

Do we ever leave high school?

Yesterday we had a playdate with Amy and Noah. And I was nervous for it all weekend. Doug teased me and told me you'd think it was a real date. I told him it was like going to the Prom Queen's house. And today Amy posted this: "Are you nervous? Are you afraid of saying something dumb or coming off as weird/snobby/lame? Well, so is everybody else." Even though Amy was talking about going to Blogher, that was me, meeting her! I don't know why I was so nervous. She was the first blog I ever read. She got me into reading blogs. And well, I wanted her to like me. Because I have this thing about people not liking me. I can't even imagine how nervous I would feel going to Blogher. There was also a little bit of the high school popularity contest feeling. She is an Internet rockstar. A blogger a lot of you probably read. And she wanted to hang out with me, me. I'm so not cool. I'm the opposite of cool. And you know what? I had a blast. Amy is just as lovely and funny in person as she is online and Noah has got the be the most adorable child I've ever seen, second to my own son, of course. Michael had so much fun and spent the entire ride home talking about their dog. "Mommy,I like lil' doggie" was all I heard the ride home. "I go see lil' doggie?" But even more importantly, I think I made a new friend. We drank wine and chatted, and never had a lull in the conversation. It's been a while since I've had one, but I think that's a very good date. The bottom line is, be yourself. People either like you, or they don't. You either click, or you don't. And it doesn't really matter, because it's not like you ever have to figure out where to sit in the cafeteria on the first day of high school again.

Non-Pottermania

I have a confession to make. I don't like Harry Potter. Actually, it's not that I don't like Harry Potter, I don't even know Harry Potter. I've never read any of the books. I've only seen the first movie. Well, not even seen, I feel asleep on the couch. I don't get it. He's a boy, he's a wizard. He can fly. He fights the mugels (or are those the good guys, seriously, no idea). Here's the thing. I'm all for anything that makes kids read. Children lining up to buy a book, amazing. I love to read. I read all the time. All kinds of genres, chic lit, mystery, nonfiction, Oprah books, cookbooks, biographies, I love to read. But Harry Potter has just never appealed to me. All my favorite bloggers are all about the Potter. No one is posting because they are to busy reading. What am I missing?

I don't know what kind of blog you people think this is

The phrase had sex boss "acted like nothing happened" brought people to my site this month. Why is more than one person searching for this? And what's up with the quotes? I have never, ever, had sex with any of my bosses. In fact, I've never had sex with anyone I work with. In fact, I've never had sex. (Okay, so I'm kidding. But the amount of people I've had sex with? Really small, tiny really, especially considering what I hear nowadays). Anyway, back to the topic at hand. I've searched through my archives. I have no idea why Google (or whatever search engine) would point you here. Sorry if you are disappointed. There are cute pictures of my kid though. My guess is that's not what you are looking for. So, if you want advice on this particular topic, here's mine, for what it is worth. I'd hate to dissapoint after you went internet searching for this and clicked on my blog and all. Stop sleeping with your boss. It's a terrible idea. And a sexual harassment lawsuit waiting to happen. And a recipe for heartbreak. Especially if that boss is married and has a reputation for this nonsense around the office. Lecture over. Back to our regular scheduling bloginess.

Finally

I promised you beach pictures like 2 weeks ago.

I have no excuses, except I suck at downloading pictures from the camera. And Doug is trying to "network" our house so all the pictures and music will be on our desktop computer, and we can access them from either of our laptops. (Yes, for 3 people in our house, one of them being Michael, we have a desktop and two laptops. Doug decided he needed his own laptop after I was hogging this one.) The network plan isn't working. And, there was the whole failed experiment to get Picasa to post to Blogger for me. They are both Google programs, it's supposed to work. It didn't. So I had to do this the old fashion way. (Can anyone get this Picasa to Blogger thing to work? If you can how?) I guess I do have excuses.

Okay, enough chatter, pictures, and lots of them!

I'm just chilling in the pool with my Dad.

 

I'm too sexy for my hat, too sexy for my robe.

Waiting in line at the caterpillar roller coaster. I'd like to say this is the first ride, but no, dumb mom and dad forgot the camera. So this is the second.

Can we get this thing moving, this is taking far too long!

This is the most fun I have ever had in my entire life.

All right, time for a "kid" ride. (He would only sit on the zebra or giraffe, ironically the two animals who didn't go up and down. We tried to explain it to him, but he wanted his Madagascar animals.)

Can someone fix my hat? I'm all for sun protection and all, but I can't see!