- I didn't mean to misrepresent myself as some grand chef of South Indian cuisine. Nope, I'm just a pasty-faced white girl trying her hand at it. My stuff is pretty edible, but my dosas are not nearly thin enough (that swirly technique thingie with the back of the ladle is harder than it looks!) and my idlis are still a little soggy. Sure, it's edible, but I have a long ways to go when it comes to South Indian cooking.
- The other day, X actually thanked me for not giving him a hard time about changing diapers. I told him that I appreciated the fact that HE appreciated me. Imagine that - a married couple appreciating each other. But I digress..... anyway, I figure he already deals with a mountainload of shit as it is at work, why would I ask him to deal with even more when he gets home?
- It seems I have gotten a wild hair up my ass and think I can go to BlogHer. After all, my due date is 7/6 and BlogHer is not until later that month. If it wasn't in Chicago, I wouldn't even consider the possibility, but DAMN - it's only an hour, 15 minute flight from Kansas City. In a pinch, I could make a daytrip of it with NewKid and my mom in tow. Over the years, I've seen loads of co-workers and even X run there for a quick business meeting, so yes - it's possible. Marilyn is a bad influence - last year, she took her little Liam at a mere 3 weeks, so of course, she is totally egging me on in this insanity.
- I am in final negotiations for a new purse - I've ponied up Valentine's Day and even threw in my birthday. I'm not ready to give in Mother's Day yet. (Note: This would be going on regardless if I worked outside the home or not. Except for surprise gifts purchased for each other, X and I don't make huge purchases without talking about them first. Period. Because we are a team like that.) Yes, I realized I just bought a new bag last August, but it has not worked out. The straps are too small for carrying around a toddler AND toting a tote. The bag does work well for knitting -actually, it's a PERFECT tote for knitting, so all was not lost with that purchase.
- I was very sad to see that Sidney Sheldon died today. Sheldon has the distinction of being the only writer to have won an Oscar, a Tony, and an Edgar (he was nominated for an Emmy for I Dream of Jeannie). I started reading Sheldon at the tender age of 11 when I would sneak his books from my mom's bookshelf. Yes, I was definitely reading him at too young of an age, but I can credit Sheldon with awakening my imagination to traveling, exploring other cultures, mystery and adventure. My favorite of his books is still If Tomorrow Comes, but I still remember the shock of finishing The Other Side of Midnight. Master of the Game was fascinating and Bloodline was such a classic tale of Rags to Riches. Ahhhh, the memories. His later stuff went downhill for me, but I'll never forget his earlier stuff. Rest in Peace, Sidney.
A picture like this is Pure.Gold for a book hound like me. It makes my heart SOAR that he loves books so much.
King of the Mountain
As you can see, we've progressed to climbing. I have VERY mixed feelings about this.On the one hand, you want your precious progeny to progress, climb new heights, explore their world. On the other hand, you'd rather they not.
He ain't my baby no more. Sniff...