Eat a paczki (pooooooonshkee) or two. And please, pinch the Doodle's cheeks before you go.
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
2 years ago
Tuesday, February 28
Wednesday, February 22
Words of wisdom
I was standing in our store room putting a bunch of packets together when Incompetent but Likeable came in.
"It's such a beautiful day today, Kath, the sun is shining," he said.
"It's a shame we're stuck in here," I said.
"Yep. It's a shame we're stuck in here, and I'm pressing the button on the copy machine."
"Yeah."
"Pressing the button on the copy machine of life."
Then, a few minutes later, he came in and said, "Life is good when the sun is out and there is a paper clip for me to hold my papers together."
What would I do without him to light up my day?
I was standing in our store room putting a bunch of packets together when Incompetent but Likeable came in.
"It's such a beautiful day today, Kath, the sun is shining," he said.
"It's a shame we're stuck in here," I said.
"Yep. It's a shame we're stuck in here, and I'm pressing the button on the copy machine."
"Yeah."
"Pressing the button on the copy machine of life."
Then, a few minutes later, he came in and said, "Life is good when the sun is out and there is a paper clip for me to hold my papers together."
What would I do without him to light up my day?
Tuesday, February 21
Back to reality
Hell week is over, at least for another year. How did it go? It went. It went as well as it could. Suffice to say, that when I no longer work for this company and write my tell-all book, this past week will have its own chapter.
Now I can stop stress eating and try and lose the weight I've gained back in the past couple of months, where my diet has consisted largely of pizza from the take-out place in my office building and Gobstoppers.
I got an award, just to brag a little bit about myself... for quality service. I was voted by my peers, which I guess is kind of cool.
Doodle did an amazing thing: he sat up, unsupported, on his changing table. I thought that his dad and I were going to spontaneously combust with pride. Doodle was oblivious to his milestone, as he had the larger goal of trying to reach the bottle of baby Tylenol that was on top of the changing table. Finally he teetered sideways and his dad caught him just in time and saved him from bashing into the wall.
This I know to be true: the house must be childproofed. Soon.
We have been watching entirely too much Olympics, and more specifically, curling. Why all of a sudden has curling gotten so much TV time? And why do we keep watching it?
When the Olympics aren't on (which is never -- although when I am able to commandeer the remote I usually switch it off), I've been catching up on Survivor: Exile Island, American Idol, Project Runway, etc.
Ah. Life is back to normal. Almost.
Hell week is over, at least for another year. How did it go? It went. It went as well as it could. Suffice to say, that when I no longer work for this company and write my tell-all book, this past week will have its own chapter.
Now I can stop stress eating and try and lose the weight I've gained back in the past couple of months, where my diet has consisted largely of pizza from the take-out place in my office building and Gobstoppers.
I got an award, just to brag a little bit about myself... for quality service. I was voted by my peers, which I guess is kind of cool.
Doodle did an amazing thing: he sat up, unsupported, on his changing table. I thought that his dad and I were going to spontaneously combust with pride. Doodle was oblivious to his milestone, as he had the larger goal of trying to reach the bottle of baby Tylenol that was on top of the changing table. Finally he teetered sideways and his dad caught him just in time and saved him from bashing into the wall.
This I know to be true: the house must be childproofed. Soon.
We have been watching entirely too much Olympics, and more specifically, curling. Why all of a sudden has curling gotten so much TV time? And why do we keep watching it?
When the Olympics aren't on (which is never -- although when I am able to commandeer the remote I usually switch it off), I've been catching up on Survivor: Exile Island, American Idol, Project Runway, etc.
Ah. Life is back to normal. Almost.
Saturday, February 11
Everybody's workin' on the weekend! Oh— nope, that's just me.
So I'm sitting here at work. On Saturday.
We were supposed to get a script for our presentation #2 which is on Thursday, and which I came in today specifically to work on. It's coming from our sister office in Pittsburgh.
Yesterday, we were told we would have it at 9.
I arrived here at 9:30 this morning and when my boss (who is also here, at least) called Pitt to find out what the holdup was, the person sending the script was still in her car driving in.
It is nearly noon, still no script.
I have plenty to do, because our first presentation is Monday, so I'm doing a runthrough of that, but still. Talk about being disrespectful of other peoples' time.
So I'm sitting here at work. On Saturday.
We were supposed to get a script for our presentation #2 which is on Thursday, and which I came in today specifically to work on. It's coming from our sister office in Pittsburgh.
Yesterday, we were told we would have it at 9.
I arrived here at 9:30 this morning and when my boss (who is also here, at least) called Pitt to find out what the holdup was, the person sending the script was still in her car driving in.
It is nearly noon, still no script.
I have plenty to do, because our first presentation is Monday, so I'm doing a runthrough of that, but still. Talk about being disrespectful of other peoples' time.
Thursday, February 9
Idle
Anyone else glad to see the audition portion of American Idol 5 over and done with? I don't know. Maybe it's just me, but if you've seen one bad audition, you've seen them all. If you've seen one good audition, you've seen them all. And no, I don't care if your daddy's in jail and your mommy left when you were a wee little thing. I'm sorry. Sing your Celine Dion song and get out of here.
And I have set my DVR to "record entire series" of Survivor Exile Island. Have I mentioned that I am still pissed that I missed it last week?
Hell week continues. If I leave the office tonight before 8 I will consider myself lucky. I'm trying to avoid having to come in on Saturday but at this point, I think it's a losing battle.
Anyone else glad to see the audition portion of American Idol 5 over and done with? I don't know. Maybe it's just me, but if you've seen one bad audition, you've seen them all. If you've seen one good audition, you've seen them all. And no, I don't care if your daddy's in jail and your mommy left when you were a wee little thing. I'm sorry. Sing your Celine Dion song and get out of here.
And I have set my DVR to "record entire series" of Survivor Exile Island. Have I mentioned that I am still pissed that I missed it last week?
Hell week continues. If I leave the office tonight before 8 I will consider myself lucky. I'm trying to avoid having to come in on Saturday but at this point, I think it's a losing battle.
Monday, February 6
How was YOUR weekend?
Here's how mine was...
Here's how mine was...
- I was sleeping soundly in my bed Saturday morning at 9:00 a.m. after being up at 5 with Doodle. The phone rang... and it was my boss. I was so tired that I couldn't remember what the proper thing to say was when one answered the phone. I went with "Hello," hoping that it was the correct word. It was not the only work-related call I got at home on Saturday.
- Doodle is getting his first tooth and when he wasn't screaming yesterday, it was because he had a bottle in his mouth.
- The Steelers won the Super Bowl and I live in Cleveland. So, yeah. That about sums it up.
Saturday, February 4
Tuesday, January 31
Doodle mania!
As a six-month old, Doodle is really starting to develop a personality. He is a good sleeper most nights, and a very good eater, as he demonstrates here.
Last night, I was holding him on my lap, and I picked up a little jar of Burt's Bees lip balm and put some on my chapped lips. He held out his hand toward the jar. When I told him that it was mommy's jar, he started to cry. He had been a pain in the ass all evening, if I'm being honest. So I let him have the jar. Instantly, his mood improved, and he was so proud of himself with that damn jar of lip gloss. He held it up and looked at it, then transferred it from his right hand to his left. He banged it against his side. He dropped it and fumbled around for it until he found it again. Concept learned: crying will get you everywhere.
He's starting to go places, too. He hasn't discovered that rolling over = means of travel, but once he does, I'm sure he will be off to the races. In the meantime, we have purchased a baby walker for him. I've heard that they are dangerous, but we usually use it on the carpeted living room where his mobility is limited. He mostly stands still because I also put on his Baby Einstein video while he's in there, which causes a catatonic trance-like state with occasional giggles. (Who thought that bubbles had such comic value?)
According to the doctor, he is in the 75-90% for height and at the 25% for weight. Tall and skinny. Like his dad. I'm so glad he got those genes, rather than mine, which are the kind where I look at a donut and gain weight.
It's going so fast. Everyone who told me that? You were right.
As a six-month old, Doodle is really starting to develop a personality. He is a good sleeper most nights, and a very good eater, as he demonstrates here.
Last night, I was holding him on my lap, and I picked up a little jar of Burt's Bees lip balm and put some on my chapped lips. He held out his hand toward the jar. When I told him that it was mommy's jar, he started to cry. He had been a pain in the ass all evening, if I'm being honest. So I let him have the jar. Instantly, his mood improved, and he was so proud of himself with that damn jar of lip gloss. He held it up and looked at it, then transferred it from his right hand to his left. He banged it against his side. He dropped it and fumbled around for it until he found it again. Concept learned: crying will get you everywhere.
He's starting to go places, too. He hasn't discovered that rolling over = means of travel, but once he does, I'm sure he will be off to the races. In the meantime, we have purchased a baby walker for him. I've heard that they are dangerous, but we usually use it on the carpeted living room where his mobility is limited. He mostly stands still because I also put on his Baby Einstein video while he's in there, which causes a catatonic trance-like state with occasional giggles. (Who thought that bubbles had such comic value?)
According to the doctor, he is in the 75-90% for height and at the 25% for weight. Tall and skinny. Like his dad. I'm so glad he got those genes, rather than mine, which are the kind where I look at a donut and gain weight.
It's going so fast. Everyone who told me that? You were right.
Friday, January 27
Signs of growing old
I currently have two tubes of ointment that I am carrying around in my purse. One is a mouth sore ointment because I have a sore at the side of my mouth. The other is an eye ointment because I have some sort of lower eyelid infection thing going on. Walking train wreck, that's me.
I swear, since I've turned 30, I've had more ailments than my entire 20's put together. Ok, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but seriously. TWO kinds of ointment? Next stop: Restful Acres.
I currently have two tubes of ointment that I am carrying around in my purse. One is a mouth sore ointment because I have a sore at the side of my mouth. The other is an eye ointment because I have some sort of lower eyelid infection thing going on. Walking train wreck, that's me.
I swear, since I've turned 30, I've had more ailments than my entire 20's put together. Ok, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but seriously. TWO kinds of ointment? Next stop: Restful Acres.
Friday, January 20
Dom-o-rama
He used to be top banana in our household, and now he's just a bitter old sea salt with an ever-growing kitty gut. The Dom has taken his new role in the family with a dash of bitterness, but he's still my special guy.
And so now I present a sort of Year in Pictures 2005 for my black and white pal (with some special guest stars):
He's the epitome of laziness ...
Through the window screen.
The cat's out of the bag:
Sometimes, they exist side-by-side in peace. (Check out Doodle's socks in the third shot. Did I really dress him in those?)
A wild animal on the loose:
Road kill.
Thursday, January 19
Comic gold
Doodle is quite the talkative chap. He has a few sounds in his repertoire, but the one he favors the most is what I call his Monster Noise. It's a growl and a scream at the same time, but he does it when he's excited.
The other night he was doing the Monster Noise on his changing table, and I looked down at him and gasped, "It's a monster!"
This hit pay dirt on the laughter scale. I had a zinger on my hands. He squealed with giggles. Naturally, this encouraged me to repeat this phrase about 55 more times. Eventually the laughter died down, until at the 54th repetition, it just garnered a half-smile from the Doodster.
"I'll never be this funny again in my life," I told my husband. So I'm relishing it.
In other news, Doodle ate baby food last night for the first time. Green beans. It looked and smelled like ass. But he ate half the jar, only cringing after the first spoonful, and then smooth sailing from there. He's such a good little guy.
Doodle is quite the talkative chap. He has a few sounds in his repertoire, but the one he favors the most is what I call his Monster Noise. It's a growl and a scream at the same time, but he does it when he's excited.
The other night he was doing the Monster Noise on his changing table, and I looked down at him and gasped, "It's a monster!"
This hit pay dirt on the laughter scale. I had a zinger on my hands. He squealed with giggles. Naturally, this encouraged me to repeat this phrase about 55 more times. Eventually the laughter died down, until at the 54th repetition, it just garnered a half-smile from the Doodster.
"I'll never be this funny again in my life," I told my husband. So I'm relishing it.
In other news, Doodle ate baby food last night for the first time. Green beans. It looked and smelled like ass. But he ate half the jar, only cringing after the first spoonful, and then smooth sailing from there. He's such a good little guy.
Monday, January 16
Saturday, January 14
Doodle's movie debut
Doodle just loves to play peek-a-boo. Here he is in his film debut, which you can view here.
Doodle just loves to play peek-a-boo. Here he is in his film debut, which you can view here.
Wednesday, January 11
Venting
I'm in charge of two large presentations at work. A lot of information is flowing in to me, and when I get it, I told Incompetent but Likeable that I would forward the relevant info along to him so that he can do P.R. stuff that is related to the presentation. The info was due to come in to me on January 9.
January 3: IBL comes to me. "Do you have anything yet?" he asks.
Me: Nope, it isn't due til the 9th. I'll let you know when it comes in.
January 4: "Kath, did you get anything today?"
Nope.
5th: "Anything on the presentation come in, Kath?"
Zilch.
6th: "Hey Kath!"
NO.
Then I was out on the 9th. Yesterday I checked my e-mail and had -- lo and behold -- SOME of the info had been sent to me, but not all. I forwarded it on to IBL, just like I said I would. But I was curious to see if maybe my boss had gotten some of the info, and he wasn't in. So I went over to IBL.
Me: [IBL], did anything come in yesterday while I was out?
IBL: [in irritated tone] I don't know, because I was too busy doing other stuff and didn't have time to look.
Later on in the day...
"Hey Kath! Did you get anything new?"
GAH!!!!!
I'm in charge of two large presentations at work. A lot of information is flowing in to me, and when I get it, I told Incompetent but Likeable that I would forward the relevant info along to him so that he can do P.R. stuff that is related to the presentation. The info was due to come in to me on January 9.
January 3: IBL comes to me. "Do you have anything yet?" he asks.
Me: Nope, it isn't due til the 9th. I'll let you know when it comes in.
January 4: "Kath, did you get anything today?"
Nope.
5th: "Anything on the presentation come in, Kath?"
Zilch.
6th: "Hey Kath!"
NO.
Then I was out on the 9th. Yesterday I checked my e-mail and had -- lo and behold -- SOME of the info had been sent to me, but not all. I forwarded it on to IBL, just like I said I would. But I was curious to see if maybe my boss had gotten some of the info, and he wasn't in. So I went over to IBL.
Me: [IBL], did anything come in yesterday while I was out?
IBL: [in irritated tone] I don't know, because I was too busy doing other stuff and didn't have time to look.
Later on in the day...
"Hey Kath! Did you get anything new?"
GAH!!!!!
Tuesday, January 10
Survivors, Ready!
The new Survivor cast is out. Yay!
Which reminds me of kind of an amusing little anecdote... so the other day, I was feeding Doodle and I turned on one of the episodes of Survivor that I had DVR'ed. I believe it was the premiere of Survivor:Amazon. Anyhoo, Jeff Probst begins to narrate, and Doodle whipped his head around to look at the TV. Poor little guy. He probably thinks Jiffy is his second daddy or at least an uncle or something, for as much as he's seen him in his six short months of life. I'm just sayin'.
The new Survivor cast is out. Yay!
Which reminds me of kind of an amusing little anecdote... so the other day, I was feeding Doodle and I turned on one of the episodes of Survivor that I had DVR'ed. I believe it was the premiere of Survivor:Amazon. Anyhoo, Jeff Probst begins to narrate, and Doodle whipped his head around to look at the TV. Poor little guy. He probably thinks Jiffy is his second daddy or at least an uncle or something, for as much as he's seen him in his six short months of life. I'm just sayin'.
Friday, January 6
Kids these days
Maybe it's because I'm getting old. But I honestly don't know how I'm going to handle it when my son starts listening to songs with lyrics like:
My hump
My hump my hump my hump
My hump my hump my hump
And we ain't talkin' camels here.
I guess it will be no different than when my mom forbade me from listening to "The Humpty Dance" when I was in 8th grade. What she didn't know won't hurt her.
*sigh*
Maybe it's because I'm getting old. But I honestly don't know how I'm going to handle it when my son starts listening to songs with lyrics like:
My hump
My hump my hump my hump
My hump my hump my hump
And we ain't talkin' camels here.
I guess it will be no different than when my mom forbade me from listening to "The Humpty Dance" when I was in 8th grade. What she didn't know won't hurt her.
*sigh*
Thursday, January 5
Eyes and ears
I just came to the realization that the biggest gossip monger in my office is not a woman. It's Incompetent but Likeable.
He knew that I knew something about my boss meeting with the big boss, and he pestered me and pestered me about it until I told him a little nugget of what I knew. (I didn't tell him everything... I know better than that.)
I'll ponder this while I eat my butter braid pretzels.
And I checked this morning to make sure my strip cheese was mold-free before I threw it in my bag o' food that I lug to the office each day.
I just came to the realization that the biggest gossip monger in my office is not a woman. It's Incompetent but Likeable.
He knew that I knew something about my boss meeting with the big boss, and he pestered me and pestered me about it until I told him a little nugget of what I knew. (I didn't tell him everything... I know better than that.)
I'll ponder this while I eat my butter braid pretzels.
And I checked this morning to make sure my strip cheese was mold-free before I threw it in my bag o' food that I lug to the office each day.
Wednesday, January 4
Close encounter of the mold kind
My strip cheese had mold on it AND. I. ALMOST. ATE. IT.
Seriously, had it not been for the fact that the cheese didn't come off in one neat strip, I would have eaten that mold.
*hurls*
This goes along with the way my day has gone so far. I am wearing my new cute skirt that I got at Old Navy, my boots, and a black top, and I took my coat off this morning only to find that my new scarf had fuzzed all over my top. Luckily a co-worker has a lint roller so I was hooked up with the de-fuzzification.
I am really bummed now. I have strip cheese every day at 4 and now I have NOTHING. Nothing!!!!
When I get home, don't nobody better get between me and a bag o' chips.
See previous entry re: losing weight.
My strip cheese had mold on it AND. I. ALMOST. ATE. IT.
Seriously, had it not been for the fact that the cheese didn't come off in one neat strip, I would have eaten that mold.
*hurls*
This goes along with the way my day has gone so far. I am wearing my new cute skirt that I got at Old Navy, my boots, and a black top, and I took my coat off this morning only to find that my new scarf had fuzzed all over my top. Luckily a co-worker has a lint roller so I was hooked up with the de-fuzzification.
I am really bummed now. I have strip cheese every day at 4 and now I have NOTHING. Nothing!!!!
When I get home, don't nobody better get between me and a bag o' chips.
See previous entry re: losing weight.
He had me at Super Mario
And now, I present to you,
the Video Game Pianist.
If you are a fan of video games, particularly the original Super Mario Brothers for the Nintendo, you have to hear this guy. Outstanding.
P.S. He also does a pretty cool version of Maroon 5's "This Love". I am upset that a) I did not come up with this myself, and b) I quit taking piano lessons in sixth grade.
And now, I present to you,
the Video Game Pianist.
If you are a fan of video games, particularly the original Super Mario Brothers for the Nintendo, you have to hear this guy. Outstanding.
P.S. He also does a pretty cool version of Maroon 5's "This Love". I am upset that a) I did not come up with this myself, and b) I quit taking piano lessons in sixth grade.
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