Friday, 15 February 2008

When You're Right, You're Right

And by you I really mean Y'ALL. Thanks for the input on my last post.

I'm really trying to figure out what I'd do if we weren't trying. Would I still want to be a contractor? I do think it's allowed me to wallow a bit more than I might have if I'd been a regular employee, like Clover said. It has given me lots of flexibility for cycling and appointments and such.

But if there were no baby plans at all? What would I do? Would I go back to baking? Would I stick to software? I think it's time to find out.

I am at a point where I want to just live my life. If a baby comes along soon, then great. But no more life on hold. If this job really is such a dreamy dream job, then it will all work out.

I did send my resume off to my Swedish friend so the balls are in motion. I am a complete idiot and I didn't even fill in a subject line. Apparently I'm not the only idiot and he forwarded it to the lead lady with still no subject line. She's on vacation so perhaps she'll be too blissed out to notice.

Tomorrow I'm leaving on a jet plane for a whirlwind trip to the City of Brotherly Love to become a fairy godmother. My bags and wands are all packed and I can't wait to see the cutest girl in the world. And her mom.

Any of you Philly gals want to get together on Monday? I don't leave until early evening so perhaps a girls lunch? Statia? Clover? Trace? Anyone else?

Wednesday, 13 February 2008

What to do? What to do?

You don't really want to hear my weak excuses for not blogging, do you?

Yeah, me neither.

I've spent much of the last couple of weeks working or working on stuff for my volunteer organization. See this month is Training Blitz and I foolishly decided to offer a three hour training on the software I foolishly decided to implement pro bono for my group and a group we're spinning off. Because I have so much free time.

It takes a long time to develop a good training. It takes a lot of effort to deliver said training. And since I was really really foolish, I had to go back and revise the training for the second round near the end of the month. Oh and start to have implementation meetings.

So my weekends haven't been very different from my weekdays. I just don't get paid for the long hours on the weekend part. I am pretty passionate about my volunteer group and I'm actually incredibly passionate about this software in a horribly geeky way.

Imagine my surprise when an old friend (the same one who talked me into my stint at that yodeling place, btw) contacted me in the middle of all this and asked if I would be interested in a job. Like, a real job as an FTE and all (that's full time employee for you non-consultant types).

I think I've been on record for more than 5 years as saying I never wanted to be an FTE again. No how. No way. Nopes.

But then he started in with his pitch and it's a very good pitch. It would be for that company I'm so passionate about. It would be strategic and somewhat senior and I would have an incredible amount of autonomy. It would be using a variety of my skills in a really cool way. And it would involve a great deal of money and stock that is actually worth something.

So this weekend I spent even more time updating my resume. But clearly I'm torn. I love the flexibility of consulting. I have more than enough work coming my way. Lately I haven't had strategic positions, though, and I'm tired of the nitty gritty.

It's much more than that, though. The mister and I decided many years ago that one of us would stay home when we had kids. At least through preschool. The one of us that has five years post-graduate education in developmental and child clinical psychology seemed like the best fit (that would be me) but that's not a done deal. We both feel very strongly about our kids not being in full time day care. This in no way reflects on decisions anyone else has made so please don't take it that way. It's just what we want for our family. We are incredibly lucky to be living in the Bay Area and even have that choice.

And truth be told, this all plays a big role in why I haven't been interested in any FTE gigs. If I commit to a full time gig then I see that as a real commitment, for at least a year or two. How can I make that commitment right now? Who knows what will happen with our family? Once our profile is complete (still in the works) it could happen that week or two years later. It's just so nebulous.

Now if this gig does turn into an offer and it's as dreamy as it sounds then I'll be even more conflicted. This company is very open to part time and flex solutions so that would be an option. We could probably even work something where I work 3-4 days a week and the mister does the same and someone is home with our very theoretical kid(s) most of the time.

Really that's what it all comes down to: how much do I let a very theoretical baby influence this decision?

Oh and my friend who's making the pitch is one of us so he does get that. He also remembers my first day at work at that yodeling place, back when I thought the ectopic was under control but it unexpectedly ruptured anyway and the mister had to call him and say I wasn't coming back on Day 2. So I really want to be firm about any commitment that I do make.

Tuesday, 03 July 2007

Can't you see the sunshine?

Can"t you just feel the moonshine?
Maybe just like a friend of mine
It hit me from behind
Yes I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind.

And on a big plane for reals. Perhaps I'll blog from my new gadget.

Until then, I leave you with Sweet Baby James.

Dark and silent late last night
I think I might have heard the highway calling
Geese in flight and dogs that bite
Signs that might be omens say I'm going, going
I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind.


Sunday, 01 July 2007

She who dies with the most toys...

I wish there was more drama. At least with the last cycle (lucky ectopic #2), I was able to keep the drama (and readership) going for quite a while. No such luck this time.

So instead I'll just share with you my plan for blogging next week while I'm back on the right coast: my new iphone.

That's right, people. I scored an iphone. Friday night I just waltzed into my local store shortly after 10 pm and salsa-ed out about 5 minutes later with a little black bag holding my newest toy.

I should be working right now as I have a big couple of days with expensive consultants coming to my client's beginning tomorrow. At least now I won't be embarassed with my paper planner. They'll all be drooling over my new gadget.

There are some benefits to being infertile. Not many but buying new toys is definitely one.

Monday, 08 January 2007

True Confessions aka My Other Loves

I must confess that I have a new love. A somewhat secret love. I've been cheating.

I came to the blogoshere like many of you, feeling so very alone and looking for connections and understanding and finding grrl, then TertiaJulie , Julia and so many many more. A whole community for us infertiles! How amazing.

Later I found celebrity babies and all that entails. DaddyTypes has the coolest of the cool and while I'm still waiting for my baby I've got to stay hip to the latest and greatest. Various celebrity gossip blogs got added to the mix. Those were just diversions. Filler, if you will.

But food blogs. Oh. My. Goodess. My addiction started innocently enough with a (then) pastry student. Then it morphed into cupcakes at a time when I was cupcake obsessed. Do you know have any idea how many other people are cupcake obsessed? There are others out there like me!

There are so many wonderful food blogs. The pictures. The recipes. My breath shortens and heart speeds just thinking about them. There are many that I love to read. Pastry chefs that I've long admired and new ones (to me) that I've found online. Locals and non-locals who write about every aspect of food. So much goodness.

This week I stumbed across one of the best: Gluten Free Girl. The lovely Bebe mentionned her to me on the phone (what with the gluten free thing) and the nominess for various food blog awards came out from the Well Fed Network. Synchronicity.

If you're looking for something good to read, go check out this post. Even if you aren't, go read the post. Seriously. You won't regret it. Don't come back here until you've read it.

It's a beautiful piece of writing and it's nominated for best post of the year. You can see all of the nominees here and vote if you'd like. Of course you can vote for whichever post you like. I shouldn't really tell you who to vote for, should I?

Hmmm. It *is* my blog. Go vote for Gluten Free Girl.
 

Sunday, 01 January 2006

07 in 06

I guess one of my resolutions this year will be to have more fun, and do more memes. I can't get hoppin' john (since I'm actually on a plane right now) so I thought I'd finally answer these questions. It was lots of fun trying to think of my favorites in each category. Thanks for indulging me by reading.

Seven things to do before I die (not in order of priority):

  1. Go to Scotland and Sweden with the mister (I've been to both and he's been to neither)
  2. Own a convertible
  3. Be an understanding and cool mother-in-law
  4. Live on a beach somewhere, anywhere
  5. Finish my kitchen remodel
  6. Study cooking abroad
  7. Travel as much as possible

Seven things I cannot do:

  1. Camp for more than  2 nights without becoming very grumpy due to lack of toilets and shower
  2. Become a morning person
  3. Stay off the internet for very long
  4. Consider living without Netflix
  5. Ski (used to love this but blew out my knee skiing 12 years ago)
  6. Carry a tune to save my life
  7. Like my brother-in-law, no matter how I've tried

Seven things that attract me to my spouse (in random order):

  1. His intelligence
  2. His sense of humor
  3. His twinkling eyes
  4. His kind heart
  5. His generous spirit
  6. His open mindedness
  7. His ability to write the best notes on cards ever!

Seven things I say most often:

  1. Seriously? (think Jon Stewart not valley girl)
  2. Whatever
  3. I'm just sayin'...
  4. Y'all
  5. Go, go, go! (this is to my dogs)
  6. I was listening to this story on NPR about
  7. No thanks, YOU can have the first shower (one of the first things the mister hears nearly every morning)

Seven books (or series) I love (in random order):

  1. Bel Canto
  2. The Shipping News
  3. The Little Prince
  4. Love in the Time of Cholera (and anything by Garcia Marquez)
  5. The Great Gatsby
  6. The House of Spirits/Eva Luna/anything by Isabel Allende
  7. any collection of short stories by Alice Munro

Seven movies I watch over and over again (in random order): This would be easier if I just listed directors.

  1. The Princess Bride
  2. Breakfast at Tiffany's
  3. Raising Arizona/Fargo (and anything else by the Coen brothers, but these two are my tops)
  4. Gone with the Wind
  5. Pulp Fiction (and Resevoir Dogs)
  6. All About Eve
  7. Bladerunner: Director's Cut

Seven people I'm curious about that I'd like to join in:

Um, I think everyone has had a chance at this one but feel free to jump in or list yours in the comments here if you don't have a blog.

Sunday, 04 December 2005

same as it ever was

We interrupt this infertility blog for a Very Important Announcement. Now, this won't mean anything to most of you but if you remember this and even a bit of this** then you know one of my first loves. College hoops, to be precise.

If you follow my boys you know they did as well as they possibly could last year but lost their  top seven scorers. I hope we reach a point this season when every mention of them, good or bad, does not begin with 'without their top seven scorers and..."

Yesterday was a tough challenge. An old foe currently ranked in the top ten. An away game. All the makings for a beating.

But my boys played hard and they played well and they even played smart. For once doing those things resulted in victory for them.

Thanks to Mr Millie who so thoughtfully recorded the game while I was trying to teach some children well, we were both able to sit back and enjoy the show. The season is certainly looking up. The sky here is that perfect shade of blue that my team OWNS. One of my favorite bumper stickers says it all.

*For those of you waiting for Millie's Revenge, consider this a bit of foreshadowing or backshadowing. I'll even let you take your pick.

**For those loyal readers wondering what happened to the wizard in black and the trickster maiden, they are still together and I'm still hoping for a happy ending someday.

Thursday, 01 December 2005

Highlight reel--DC version

There were some great moments in my recent trip to the other coast. Here are just a few:

  • Getting to see our friends: Red-headed Momma, Movie Man and the Littlest Red-head. They recently moved to DC and we miss them terribly. It was so great to just hang out with them and see their new digs.
  • Watching the Mister with the Littlest Red-head. They were so cute together! Now, I've gotten to spend a lot of time with that little boy but the mister hadn't. He loved it. LRH loved it too. He played some of his favorite games with the mister. It's amazing how he's one of the very few kids either of us can be with and just love the time with him, no bittersweet longing, just happiness. The mister is going to be such a great dad. It just warms my heart to think about it.
  • Doing the tourist thing at the Smithsonian. We saw Julia Child's kitchen (how incredibly cool is that!), a great exhibit on What Ever Happened to Polio?, the most beautiful dining room ever (Whistler's Peacock Room), an incredibly moving exhibit on Brown vs the Board of Education (It started with a classroom vividly depicting separate but equal--right down the middle of the room).
  • Time spent in a car with the mister. I love that uninterrupted time driving somewhere when we can talk about anything and listen to bad music much of the time.
  • The cutest curly haired boy you've ever seen in the gate area of a very late plane. He was holding it together for the most part. Then his daddy took him for a walk. We couldn't see him, but boy could you hear him. He was WAILING. His daddy brought him back to his mom who asked what was wrong. "Daddy wouldn't let me go to the bathroom. Why wouldn't he?" It was the ladies room the youngster was hell bent on using. His cool dad just said, "It would have been complicated." That's when we all busted out laughing. Cool dad said we were all being good sports. They made it easy.
  • Flying an airline that allowed me to watch my boys in blue in action. Love that tv on the plane. Loved watching my boys in blue. Yes, they lost but it was close. While they are the DEFENDING NATIONAL CHAMPS until next April (take that you pesky Blue Devils), they lost their top 7 scorers. Top 7 people! So losing by a few points is no big deal this early in the season.

See, there's lots to be thankful for this year.

Up soon, revenge story. I promise! I'm working on it but it's looooong (and I wanted a little lightness right now).

Finally, a special shout-out to the teendoc herself. She's got a big day ahead of her, what with tranfer and all. Go wish her well. Wishing you great things, my friend.

Thursday, 03 November 2005

reckoning...not just another rem song

So I thought I might as well face the scales of justice...or just the scales. It wasn't a pretty sight. I've decided to do something about it. I'm hoping that writing about it here will make me even more accountable. Guess we'll see if it works, right?

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Monday, 12 September 2005

i'm feeling thankful for the small things, today

I was having a good sleep in my car
In the  parking lot of the Showboat Casino hotel.

I say, "I remember you you drive like a PTA mother"
You brought me draft beer in a plastic cup.

I'm feeling thankful for the small things, today.
I'm feeling thankful for the small things, today.

Happy, Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to me and to you.

Happy, Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to me and to you.

I'm feeling thankful for the small things, today.
I'm feeling thankful for the small things, today.

I remember you, I crashed your wedding
With some orange crepe paper and some Halloween candy.

Sometimes I wish I were Catholic I don't know why.
I guess I'm happy to see your face at a time like this.

Happy, Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to me and to you.

Happy, Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to me and to you.

A big ol' piece of my birthday cake to whoever can name that band.

I hear that 40 is the new 20 (well, that's what they said in that movie at least). I don't want to go back that far. Maybe I could just send my eggs back?

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