There comes a time in every marriage where thoughts turn to the imminent arrival of one or more babies. After two months of wedded bliss, Jonathan and I have reached this point. It just isn't our thoughts that have turned.
About one month after our wedding, Jon and I were up at my parents' house. I saw a small box containing baby clothing on the counter. "Who's having a baby?" I asked.
Apparently there had been a miscommunication. My mom had told another woman she was excited to be a grandmother, and the other woman interpreted this to mean my mother was soon going to be a grandmother. So she went out and purchased a onesie, wrote a cute note, and brought it by.
But it isn't only well-meaning individuals. It is also big corporations. Similac recently sent me a package of two containers of formula and a pamphlet about properly nourishing baby through her first year of life.
Some people collect food storage. We just need Huggies to send us some diapers and our baby storage will be complete.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
A little pick-me-up
I apparently might be one of those people who always looks in need of assistance. Or rides to different places. Or rides to "wherever you're going". This is a generalization on my part based on two occurrences in my life and a little bit of the benefit of the doubt.
The first occurrence was when I was eighteen. I had just finished my last day of my summer job at an outbound call center, which I absolutely loathed (the job and the call center, in case you were wondering at my ambiguity). I had taken the bus from my ex-office building to downtown and was awaiting my mother, who was going to come pick me up. As I was waiting, a forty-year-old man pulled over.
"Can I give you a ride?"
"Nope, I'm good."
"Well, why don't you let me give you a ride? I can take you wherever you're going."
"No, I'm just waiting for someone who's going to come meet me here."
"You look like you've been waiting a long time. Let me give you a ride."
"No thanks. She should be here any minute."
"OK, I'll come back in ten minutes and if she hasn't shown up, I'll give you a ride."
My mom showed up before ten minutes were up, for which I was grateful.
The second occurrence was this past Friday. Again, I had just finished work, and I was waiting for my husband to come pick me up. A forty-year-old man pulled over.
"Can I give you a ride to anywhere?"
"No thanks, I'm good. Just waiting for my husband."
"You sure?"
Yes, I was sure. So he left.
I'm thinking maybe there is an upside to my lost, in-desperate-need-of-a-ride image. Someday I'll be trying to hitchhike and somebody will pick me up. Or maybe it will be Bill Gates, and he will want to give me some money in addition to a ride. Or I will be famous or infamous, and will be able to hide from the paparazzi. Or maybe I'll narrowly avoid mugging by hopping into a random car. And here you thought I wouldn't be able to come up with any good upsides.
The first occurrence was when I was eighteen. I had just finished my last day of my summer job at an outbound call center, which I absolutely loathed (the job and the call center, in case you were wondering at my ambiguity). I had taken the bus from my ex-office building to downtown and was awaiting my mother, who was going to come pick me up. As I was waiting, a forty-year-old man pulled over.
"Can I give you a ride?"
"Nope, I'm good."
"Well, why don't you let me give you a ride? I can take you wherever you're going."
"No, I'm just waiting for someone who's going to come meet me here."
"You look like you've been waiting a long time. Let me give you a ride."
"No thanks. She should be here any minute."
"OK, I'll come back in ten minutes and if she hasn't shown up, I'll give you a ride."
My mom showed up before ten minutes were up, for which I was grateful.
The second occurrence was this past Friday. Again, I had just finished work, and I was waiting for my husband to come pick me up. A forty-year-old man pulled over.
"Can I give you a ride to anywhere?"
"No thanks, I'm good. Just waiting for my husband."
"You sure?"
Yes, I was sure. So he left.
I'm thinking maybe there is an upside to my lost, in-desperate-need-of-a-ride image. Someday I'll be trying to hitchhike and somebody will pick me up. Or maybe it will be Bill Gates, and he will want to give me some money in addition to a ride. Or I will be famous or infamous, and will be able to hide from the paparazzi. Or maybe I'll narrowly avoid mugging by hopping into a random car. And here you thought I wouldn't be able to come up with any good upsides.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Top Secret!
I recently started my summer internship. At the orientation, they drilled into us certain facts: We cannot forward emails, we cannot send inappropriate emails, and we cannot tell anyone anything about the firm. For example, I can't put the name of the company on facebook or here on my blog. I can't tell anyone about the training I receive or exactly what I do or my opinions about the field the firm is in. I can't say how things are going or how my day went.
On the other hand, I'm pretty sure what I've done up until now can't be considered proprietary in any way, especially as I haven't actually done anything relating to the business. On Thursday and Friday last week I had orientation and was told repeatedly to not tell anyone about the business or send inappropriate emails. On Monday I was set to actually start working. Except I had no computer access. So instead I was on hold with tech support for over four hours. On Tuesday I still had no access. Ditto Wednesday. Ditto Thursday. On Friday I finally got some access and did a few things. Huzzah.
So what did I do with the rest of my week? 1) Stayed ten or more hours each day. 2) "Shadowed" my coworkers. Whee. I love watching people work. 3) Went to meetings. But don't tell anyone I told you, or I'll have to kill you.
On the other hand, I'm pretty sure what I've done up until now can't be considered proprietary in any way, especially as I haven't actually done anything relating to the business. On Thursday and Friday last week I had orientation and was told repeatedly to not tell anyone about the business or send inappropriate emails. On Monday I was set to actually start working. Except I had no computer access. So instead I was on hold with tech support for over four hours. On Tuesday I still had no access. Ditto Wednesday. Ditto Thursday. On Friday I finally got some access and did a few things. Huzzah.
So what did I do with the rest of my week? 1) Stayed ten or more hours each day. 2) "Shadowed" my coworkers. Whee. I love watching people work. 3) Went to meetings. But don't tell anyone I told you, or I'll have to kill you.
Monday, June 7, 2010
To Jonathan with Nerdiness
In response to Jonathan's math/love letter to me:
Dear Jonathan J Reddoch,
You are as precious to me as the ring is to Gollum.
The Green Lantern without his ring is like me without you. Nothing.
And without our rings, nobody would know that we're married.
Love,
Your wife
Dear Jonathan J Reddoch,
You are as precious to me as the ring is to Gollum.
The Green Lantern without his ring is like me without you. Nothing.
And without our rings, nobody would know that we're married.
Love,
Your wife
Saturday, June 5, 2010
This blog is free (and up)
While Jonathan and I were driving to California last weekend, we saw a bunch of signs advertising food. Most of the restaurants were probably the only place to get food for miles, so they didn't need to have particularly great food or great prices. But we were getting hungry, so we gave into temptation and stopped at one of the places. The signs had said "Buffet for $5.99! and up" When we arrived, it turned out the price was "and up"--$9.99. The selling points of the buffet included oatmeal, grits, and scrambled eggs.
Later, we drove past a video store. It said everything was "Up to 50% off!" We went inside. It turned out most of the good things had either been horrifically overpriced to start with or were only 5% off.
We knew going to both of these places that we probably weren't going to get as good a deal as was advertised. And yet we went anyway. Why is it that marketing works, even when you know what's going on?
Later, we drove past a video store. It said everything was "Up to 50% off!" We went inside. It turned out most of the good things had either been horrifically overpriced to start with or were only 5% off.
We knew going to both of these places that we probably weren't going to get as good a deal as was advertised. And yet we went anyway. Why is it that marketing works, even when you know what's going on?
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