blah blah blog

A breath of fresh air.

My mother, after making several not-so-subtle hints that I was starting to dress like a mommy, took me shopping last night. I turn 30 (or "The Big Three Oh" as I find myself calling it) on Saturday so it seems like a good enough time to pep myself up. I think maybe I'm having a tiny mid-life crisis, I don't know - but it's nice to have new stuff. Maia hung in there for the first two shirts I showed her, "that's nice, that's a nice shirt," but then she gave in to the attitude that is her birthright, when dealing with chatty mothers, of "uh huh, yes, yes, okay." You cannot compete with The Wiggles.

posted by krista @ 9:45 AM 1 comments  

Schuyler's Fund

Schuyler's Fund

Perspective check.

posted by krista @ 8:52 AM 0 comments  

No wonder why I'm aging...

How Old Do You Think I Am? (thanks for the link, Dawn)

Greg loves to ask this question, because he looks about ten years younger than his actual age. He's actually ten years older than me, but I am beginning to look a lot older than my age, I think. It's been a while since I got carded for anything. That's kind of sad.

My daughter hasn't slept well the last few nights, which would normally be no big deal, except she appears to be doing it willfully. And you do not want to go head to head with the will of a three-year-old, because you will lose, give in, and then be told to apologize to her the next day. My face is wrinkling, my head has started to sprout greys, and the spirit of the young girl I used to be has headed for hills, not to return until somewhere in my fifties no doubt. "Take what you want, and pay for it," seems to be the motto of the day.

posted by krista @ 9:06 AM 2 comments  

CNN.com - What the kids are listening to nowadays - Mar 23, 2005

CNN.com - What the kids are listening to nowadays - Mar 23, 2005

Is it wrong that occasionally encourage Maia to watch the Disney channel just so I can hear clips from this album? Greg bought me TMBG tickets for my last birthday, but I think I'd enjoy them in this concert even more.

Heh.

posted by krista @ 7:59 PM 1 comments  

Another day, another dollar

This glorious soon-to-be-fifty-three-degrees day started off with a bang - a Pull-Up filled to the brim with the remains of a mostly-broccoli dinner, diaper rash, wet pjs, loose cough, a battle over thumb sucking, two episodes of the Wiggles, negotiations over juice, an admonishment that Daddy is more fun, and a long, clinging, wailing goodbye at daycare. This morning is such a blur that I'm beginning to wonder if, in fact, it's not pregnancy that took the bulk of my short-term memory, but a willful determination on my part to just. not. remember.

I am reading I Don't Know How She Does It for my March Moms book club. I really didn't expect to like it, but as it turns out I'm more or less living it. Guilt, shame, pride, love, ambivalence - the life of the working mother. One quote in particular has stood out:

The way I look at it, women in the City are like first-generation immigrants. You get off the boat, you keep your eyes down, work as hard as you can and do your damnedest to ignore the taunts of ignorant natives who hate you just because you look different and you smell different and because one day you might take their job. And you hope. You know it's probably not going to get that much better in your own lifetime, but just the fact that you occupy the space, the fact that they had to put a Tampax dispenser in the toilet - all that makes it easier for the women who come after you. Years ago, when I was still at school, I read this book about a cathedral by William Golding. It took several generations to build a medieval cathedral, and the men who drew up the plans knew that not their sons but their grandsons, or even great-grandsons, would be around for the crowning of the spire they had dreamed of. It's the same for women in the City, I think: we are the foundation stones. The females who come after us will scarcely give us a second thought, but they will walk on our bones.

Dramatic, yes, and true. Before I became part of this new entity, I took pride in never having missed a day due to my child's illness. Never skipping out early due to "women's issues." Taking six weeks maternity and not a day more. Why? For what? To prove that women are just as tough as men? I had a male boss once whose back pained him in such a manner that he would lie down on the office floor to conduct business - every day. So maybe if I prove that I can stick it out, my own daughter can someday leave early due to raging cramps, guiltless and unashamed; "we can do it too."

posted by krista @ 8:58 AM 0 comments  

End of Days?

Sweet JESUS. The weather is crap, my kid has been sick for days, and there's nothing on TV but the Schiavos. Will this winter never end?

VPN crapped out on me today, so while I waited approximately 47 minutes for each file to upload, I redid this page. It sucks, but I got to try a lot of new things.

I wish I had interesting things to post about (as our friend Jason is constantly pointing out how silly and arrogant it is to blog when you don't have much to say, though not in so many words and a little more nicely), but, well...I don't.

posted by krista @ 4:34 PM 0 comments  

I'm not so good at this.

Uhhhmmm...so I suck at blogging once a week. But it's good for me, right?

Maia turned three on Monday. I just...can't believe it. It has taken me a long time to appreciate the wonders of motherhood, but I'm there now. Boy, am I there. And also, I would like a nap.

I turned on the TV the other night to catch some Carnivale, and who should appear but Janet Reno on Bill Maher's show, er, whatever it's called. It's nice to hear from politicians after they've left office, and she kicked some ass. And looks pretty good too, all things considered.

I have to work on the look of this site.

posted by krista @ 11:03 AM 1 comments