It's been more than 9 months since my last post. Wow! Amazing what a baby does to your blogging. ;)
We've been trying different transportation methods for my mom to watch little AC. So far, it seems the best is having big AC take her via Caltrain/BART before work, and for me to pick her up the same way after work. We can then meet up with big AC on Caltrain and go home together. However, we had one crazy week earlier this month:
Monday. I happen to mention to a colleague that I am taking BART. Colleague offers me a ride from 22nd St. Caltrain, as she drives right past my mom's house. Big AC picks us up from Millbrae.
Tuesday. Big AC drives to Millbrae and takes the baby on BART only. After work, a friend and colleague whom I'll call Rollie is with me, and he lives near my mom. Big AC tells me to pick up the car and then him. Rollie overhears and asks for a ride. We make our way to SSF and I call big AC as we get off the freeway. The call goes to voicemail. So we wait...and wait...till finally 30 minutes later AC emerges and says he'd been waiting for my call. Meanwhile, Rollie'd hoped this would be a quicker way home.
Wednesday. I think we waited for big AC at my mom's for a long time.
Thursday. Big AC drove to work. He calls as I'm heading to the City and says he'll pick me up from 22nd St. Rollie is with me again and helps me text explicit directions to the station. For some reason, big AC ignores the freeway I texted and gets on 101 from 280. I'd said 280 to Cesar Chavez!! And his logic was, The only Cesar Chavez exit I know of is off 101!! Needless to say, he got lost, was mad because I couldn't un-lost him [as if the iPhone doesn't have GPS!!!], so after an hour I decide to catch a cab to my mom's with Rollie. SO EMBARRASSED. I figure, at least tomorrow I work from home and we can save gas/reduce carbon footprint since big AC can walk to the train...
Friday. Big AC walks to train, but then calls me for a ride to work. Due to a fatality, all trains are stopped.
*sigh*
I feel guilty for all the ice caps we melted that week.
22 December 2008
05 March 2008
Teenagers
Just like the song by My Chemical Romance ("Teenagers scare/the living shit out of me...).
I went to Whole Foods today. I was picking up just a few things, and was at the refrigerated beverage section. While I looked for a small bottle of OJ, I heard voices behind me talking about Red Bull. I glanced over and saw the typical Peninsula wannabes: three white trash kids trying to be black. I glanced at my cart, and figured that it wasn't in their way--and I'd be moving quickly. I grabbed my OJ and quietly walked away, only to hear "bitch" as I walked past one of them! I threw him the dirtiest look I could and kept walking. But as I walked, I got angrier--why didn't I talk back??? I guess I was so shocked that anyone--even a kid--would treat me like that; I was speechless. I got one more item and when I got to the register, the cashier said "how are you tonight?" I blurted, "Okay, other than some teenagers over there called me a bitch for no reason!" She looked apalled and said, "Whatever!"
I was boiling mad by the time I got to the car, even though I kept trying to calm down for the baby's sake. When I picked AC up from the train station, he could tell something was wrong, so I told him what happened. He said, "Maybe they were talking to each other. Maybe they weren't talking to you. Were they big?"
I can't help but go through the fifty responses I coulda/shoulda/woulda but didn't.
I went to Whole Foods today. I was picking up just a few things, and was at the refrigerated beverage section. While I looked for a small bottle of OJ, I heard voices behind me talking about Red Bull. I glanced over and saw the typical Peninsula wannabes: three white trash kids trying to be black. I glanced at my cart, and figured that it wasn't in their way--and I'd be moving quickly. I grabbed my OJ and quietly walked away, only to hear "bitch" as I walked past one of them! I threw him the dirtiest look I could and kept walking. But as I walked, I got angrier--why didn't I talk back??? I guess I was so shocked that anyone--even a kid--would treat me like that; I was speechless. I got one more item and when I got to the register, the cashier said "how are you tonight?" I blurted, "Okay, other than some teenagers over there called me a bitch for no reason!" She looked apalled and said, "Whatever!"
I was boiling mad by the time I got to the car, even though I kept trying to calm down for the baby's sake. When I picked AC up from the train station, he could tell something was wrong, so I told him what happened. He said, "Maybe they were talking to each other. Maybe they weren't talking to you. Were they big?"
I can't help but go through the fifty responses I coulda/shoulda/woulda but didn't.
27 January 2008
Baby Baby Baby
I've been receiving the most interesting comments, questions, stories, and suggestions. Our receptionist is a sweetheart, but lately, I want to avoid her because the focus of most of our conversations is my pregnancy. One day, I wore a full-blown maternity blouse [the kind that ties in the back]. Unfortunately for her, I was having a bad day--and it wasn't even 9AM yet. She saw me and squealed, "Oh my god! She's wearing a maternity shirt!" I muttered "Yeah yeah yeah" and went into my cube, as I'd just had a difficult meeting with my boss. She didn't get the hint and proceeded to stand at the door to my cube [oblivious to the fact I was facing my computer] and tell me about the hideous maternity clothes from twenty years ago. Somehow, I finally said that it's the attention I don't like, but before I could explain what I meant, she was on to how I should like the attention because once the baby comes no one cares about you!
Friday, she came into my cube and said, "Oh this one time--" and she started laughing with no sound--"I was so out of it when I was pregnant..." and launched into a "pregnant women can be absent minded" story.
When I first revealed that I was expecting, amidst all the usual "Will you find out what it is?" etc., she actually said, "You're not going to name it Art Jr. if it's a boy, are you?" What if I was??
There's a new woman who works for a project in our department. A colleague and I have deemed her a little weird. When someone said to her, "Have you heard the news?" and told her I was expecting, she said, "Oh! What is this, your first, second, third?" Actually, it's my fifth, and I make a big deal every time I'm knocked up because it's a miracle!!
Friday, she heard me describing a colleague's outfit as I mocked it. She hollered over the cubes, "That skill [describing an outfit] will come in handy when your child gets lost playing under the racks at Target or Ross!" Funny, I don't recall mentioning I shop there....
Yesterday, my mom said that one of her cousins from the motherland had sent me advice: "Eat everything so it will be healthy. And don't go on a diet!" Sorry, lady, the US is at least one step ahead of you on that one...who the hell doesn't know that you shouldn't diet when you're pregnant?!?! It's common sense!
Friday, she came into my cube and said, "Oh this one time--" and she started laughing with no sound--"I was so out of it when I was pregnant..." and launched into a "pregnant women can be absent minded" story.
When I first revealed that I was expecting, amidst all the usual "Will you find out what it is?" etc., she actually said, "You're not going to name it Art Jr. if it's a boy, are you?" What if I was??
There's a new woman who works for a project in our department. A colleague and I have deemed her a little weird. When someone said to her, "Have you heard the news?" and told her I was expecting, she said, "Oh! What is this, your first, second, third?" Actually, it's my fifth, and I make a big deal every time I'm knocked up because it's a miracle!!
Friday, she heard me describing a colleague's outfit as I mocked it. She hollered over the cubes, "That skill [describing an outfit] will come in handy when your child gets lost playing under the racks at Target or Ross!" Funny, I don't recall mentioning I shop there....
Yesterday, my mom said that one of her cousins from the motherland had sent me advice: "Eat everything so it will be healthy. And don't go on a diet!" Sorry, lady, the US is at least one step ahead of you on that one...who the hell doesn't know that you shouldn't diet when you're pregnant?!?! It's common sense!
04 January 2008
Umbrella
Sorry, couldn't resist that title.
Well, it's been a hectic week, but I finally got more sleep last night. AC hurt his sciatic nerve at work last Friday, which meant that the pain kept him in agony--I had to take him to the ER early Saturday morning. He couldn't sleep more than an hour at a time and then had to wake up every few hours for medications. Unfortch, he didn't know he could go to the workers' comp clinic [his company was shut down but he was in charge for the break for critical daily activities] on his own without authorization. He finally went on Wednesday afternoon, and he's now doing physical therapy and Motrin 4 times a day, along with the original muscle relaxer prescribed at the ER. Along with feeding Tiggerina with a syringe, my break from work was not restful! Luckily, she's doing much better--the polyp was benign, and she had her sutures removed today. She's eating on her own, and walking around again. Our big adventure today came as we left the vet clinic. As we headed to the car, a strong gust of wind came along and nearly blew us to SF!! I was trying to hold her carrier and my umbrella. Poor thing must have been so scared!! I kept yelling, "It's okay, pookie! Hold on!!" Then, as we tried to get to the freeway, a power line was down so we had to turn around with three other cars in a residential street. We're finally home but this is some CRAZY weather!! Good time to stay home, cuddle up on the couch, and catch up on the DVR and Netflix.
Well, it's been a hectic week, but I finally got more sleep last night. AC hurt his sciatic nerve at work last Friday, which meant that the pain kept him in agony--I had to take him to the ER early Saturday morning. He couldn't sleep more than an hour at a time and then had to wake up every few hours for medications. Unfortch, he didn't know he could go to the workers' comp clinic [his company was shut down but he was in charge for the break for critical daily activities] on his own without authorization. He finally went on Wednesday afternoon, and he's now doing physical therapy and Motrin 4 times a day, along with the original muscle relaxer prescribed at the ER. Along with feeding Tiggerina with a syringe, my break from work was not restful! Luckily, she's doing much better--the polyp was benign, and she had her sutures removed today. She's eating on her own, and walking around again. Our big adventure today came as we left the vet clinic. As we headed to the car, a strong gust of wind came along and nearly blew us to SF!! I was trying to hold her carrier and my umbrella. Poor thing must have been so scared!! I kept yelling, "It's okay, pookie! Hold on!!" Then, as we tried to get to the freeway, a power line was down so we had to turn around with three other cars in a residential street. We're finally home but this is some CRAZY weather!! Good time to stay home, cuddle up on the couch, and catch up on the DVR and Netflix.
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