One Man's Trash

A stuffed dog picked up by a research ship in the ocean and named "Lucky." There's a soft spot in my heart for trashed stuffed animals salvaged and adopted. And the National Geographic article that brought Lucky to my attention also makes me think about all the things we throw away, and where they may eventually go. Which is why I recycle my plastic grocery bags, even though I'm still not diligent enough to just remember to bring the reusable shopping bags to the store or advocate that our condo sign up for recycling. 

Exactly, Pinterest

Blogging and all the crafts that Pinterest has to offer are still things I have little time for, although I did recently make this "bro-quet" for Jason for Valentine's Day.
With a little planning, an early morning stop at the grocery store, and hasty assembly at my desk, I had Valentine's Day complete.  It was with some embarrassment that I had to explain to the guy whose office is opposite mine what I was up to, and that it was on my lunch break, for the record.  Our CEO even stopped by and was full of compliments for my work.  I was a little chagrined, since I do feel like I have done more strategic, important and impactful work in my tenure here...but hey, I guess any positive attention should be accepted with gratitude?
Most importantly, Jason enjoyed it.  And our cat destroyed it that night.

Say it with Flowers: "Hello Kitty!!"

How have I lived so long without knowing this essential life skill: How to Make A Hello Kitty Bouquet
I will have to add this to my list of "Crafts to Make Once Calvin Can Self-Care a Little Better."  Right now, 7 minutes of independent play is likely not enough time to craft Kitty from carnations.


I adore these friendship bracelets, now updated with beads and jewels, for the adult girls we've become.  I spent many weeks' allowance on embroidery floss for  cotton friendship bracelets in junior high.  They are still pretty.  Did I ever even give them away to any friends? Or just make them for myself? I can't really remember.

By DoloresPetunia on Etsy.  She has a few other items I covet here and here.  But my pocket book probably has to grow up a little more first. 
There are some things that I see on Pinterest (the equivalent of a bookmark/picture book world for grown women) and I wonder... who the hell has the time???!!  AAAAGGGGGHHHH!
But then I remember that I probably used to be the person that had the time for these types of things.  (Photo above is described as "cute snack.")

Today Jason called me from work and asked me what I was doing (which seems kind of an obvious answer, "working") I instead sarcastically said, "Making big bucks. Living the dream."  On the drive home I realized that I am "living the dream."  Busy important career; cute kid; husband; great home; living in a great city... just no time to make cute snacks, I guess.   But I am glad for all that I have.  I will take the cute kid over the cute snack. 

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I find it funny when the best part of an article is within the parenthesis. 

Since "parent" has become a new, central part of my identity, the NY Times is suggesting parenting articles like this one on how moms and dads are choosing "buddy" more often as an affectionate knickname for kids, unlike the "son," or "sweetheart" of years gone by.  

I had to laugh, and sort of give credence to this parenthetical explanation:

(Another possible explanation proposed by Mr. Carpenter’s group: years of watching “Gilligan’s Island” left the term “little Buddy,” the Skipper’s nickname for Gilligan, lodged in their brains. Or maybe it was the jingle from those 1980s commercials for the “My Buddy” doll.)       

I did watch A LOT of Gilligan's Island growing up. And doesn't Calvin kind of look like Gillagan in his sun hat?

Mother Load

I left work today thinking about the literal (and figurative) burdens of being a worker, mom, and wife.  See my burden: dry cleaning, laptop back pack, messenger bag disguising breast pump, and obscured behind dry cleaning was also my lunch bag - to allow me to work through lunch.  I'm a freaking burro, people! It was so noteworthy that I had to snap a pic in the in reflection of the elevator doors.
Years ago I was picking up some stuff for a work event at a convenience store and I was apparently so expertly balancing my load of goods that another woman commented, "I can tell you must be a mom!"  At the time I wasn't, but now I totally know what she meant.  With all that load, note that I still did have a free hand for my phone.


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