Nada realmente nada...

Son la 12:05 AM. Se supone que yo este durmiendo... But instead I'm Facebooking, blogging and other onlining. With the internet, I can take procrastination to a whole new e-level!

Proudest Monkey!!!!! Thanks John!

So John, a friend from work, just called me (as I am tucking Amanda into bed) from the Cruzan Amphitheatre in West Palm Beach, Florida where he is enjoying the Dave Matthews Band concert. John knows I heart DMB! So nice of him to call with his iPhone so I can hear the live music. Very cool! I am simultaneously grateful and green with envy. BTW, his Facebook status reads “John is on the lawn, Dave Matthews playing Proudest Monkey, what a gorgeous night...” Say hi to Dave for me, John. I am off to wash the dinner dishes.

Weighing in on weight...

How fat or skinny I look has nothing to do with how much I weigh or my actual size. It simply depends on the last time you saw me. If, for example, you saw me last in high school in the 80’s, then I’ve gained more than a few pounds since then! On the other hand, if you last saw me a few years ago when I was 9 months pregnant with Amanda, you would see me much thinner now. So, basically, weight is a matter of time and perspective. I am throwing out my scale tonight. Or perhaps I’ll get back on that diet…

Potato Chips???

I’ve been working on teaching my pre-school age daughter to politely ask for something when she has a need instead of just declaring the need expecting it to be filled (i.e., “May I please have some water.” instead of “I’m thirsty!”.) A while ago we were on our way home and Amanda was snacking in the car. Suddenly she exclaimed, “Mama, I have a booger!” To which I responded, “Soooo?” in my optimistic attempt to get her to ask for a tissue. “Weeeeeell? It’s a big booger.” was the reply. “Aaaaaaand?,” I persisted, still hopeful that I would get the request for a tissue. Finally, tired of my attempts, Amanda lifted the bag of potato chips that she was eating and, in a pre-schooler’s voice dripping with stinging sarcasm, says “Potato Chips?? Do you want me to wipe my nose with this???”

The boxes in my office...

In my office, my piles have piles. Except my piles are more like mounds. Sad, but true.

If a paper has been sitting in a box for almost a year and hasn't been filed, do I REALLY need it? There are several boxes waiting for me to have time to go through and recycle what needs recycling and file anything that must be kept. I will do that someday. No, really. I mean it. Just not this week.