"Oh yeah, mine"
Libby and I have enjoyed every minute of hanging out together. On Tuesday we went to the Children's Museum in Indianapolis. Both my kids have been there on school field trips but I hadn't visited yet. With children's museums you often get the feeling that if you've seen one you've seen them all but, somewhat surprisingly, I enjoyed our time there. I can't count the number of museum trips I have taken with my kids -- hundreds -- so they always fill me with a little bit of dread.
In the early afternoon we went to check into our water park hotel. And when they say "water park" they mean something one tenth as cool as Wisconsin Dells. When we were given our wrist bands for the water park, we were told that we would only be able to swim that day from 4-9pm; the pool wouldn't open again until 4pm the next day by which time we would have checked out. Now, granted I don't stay at water park hotels all that often but in my experience you can use the facilities on the day you check-out even after check-out time. That the pool didn't even open until 4pm is lame indeed. I inquired as to what exactly I was spending over $200 a night for, if Libby could swim for a whopping five hours and was told that it included "kids eat free." Kids eat free? That's the best you've got? I asked to cancel my reservation and figured that Libby and I could find somewhere else to stay and swim. The manager kindly canceled the reservation, waiving the cancellation fee, and gave us the wristbands to the water park anyway. Libby swam for five solid hours while I read, and then we drove the hour home and slept there.
The dogs were still at the kennels the next day so we were able to sleep in and then contemplated our activities for the day over a leisurely breakfast. We actually started cleaning Libby's room (not a very fun activity but necessary all the same) but after a while I found it so soul-destroying that we had to do something diverting before the visions of adult Libby as someone who lived with piles of newspapers up to the ceiling, medicine ten years passed the expiration date, and bottles of urine in the bathtub took over my head. That girl hoards everything.
We had lunch at the restaurant of Libby's choice (Panera) and then went to the mall where Libby picked out a new outfit. She discovered the Limited Too and proclaimed it "cool" and "expensive." No kidding.
I've talked to Todd and Jesse a couple of times. I have no idea how much that's costing me but it's worth it (I say, until the phone bill arrives). I'm so glad that the boys get to spend this special time together. They get home on Saturday. As soon as I wash off the mud from the walk we just took with the dogs, Libby and I are going to enjoy our last evening alone together. Her softball game has been rained out and a hot chocolate and cookie from Panera are calling my name.
Tomorrow? Tomorrow is my special day! :)
Grab your helmet, check the air in your tires, and hop on your bike because in many U.S. cities, May 12 - 16 is Bike to Work Week! Six Apart has a lot of biking enthusiasts, so we're very excited to support this event by encouraging all of our employees to bike to work this week. San Francisco's Bike to Work Day is tomorrow, Thursday, May 15th, and New York's is Friday, May 16th.
Six Apart is helping out its employees by providing maps (shaded according to steepness - a must in SF!) to help everyone plan out his/her route, as well as finding first-time riders buddies to commute with. We're also supporting ALL SF riders who pass the front of our office by handing out coffee, juice and snacks from 7 a.m. to 9 a.m. tomorrow morning. If you're in our neighborhood, look for the sign that says "Six Apart Supports Bike to Work Day" and stop by to say hi and get energized!
Improve your health, financial status, productivity, and happiness by joining thousands - maybe even millions - of commuters around the country who are hopping on their bikes to get to work. Visit the Bike to Work Week website to find out more about events in your area.
Support the two-wheeled way of life with the "Passing Left" theme found in "Photo-Based" in the Design Area. Planning on cycling to work this week? Let us know in the comments!
As we mentioned last week, we had to postpone the maintenance that was due to occur on Thursday, May 8th.
We have rescheduled the maintenance for tonight, Tuesday, May 13th, starting at 6:00 P.M. Pacific Daylight Time (that's 1:00 A.M. UTC/GMT). We'll be taking Vox offline for a bit in order to move the service to a brand new home in some bright, shiny new server racks. We don't expect to be offline for more than an hour or two, but we apologize in advance for any inconvenience this may cause.
Again, thank you for your patience as we continue to invest in Vox's infrastructure!
A while ago I was contacted by Milk Magazine, a pop culture weekly in Hong Kong, to do an interview and feature some of my artwork. They ended up dedicating 8 pages (eight!) to my drawings. Needless to say, my reaction was HOLY CRAP! I was tickled.
Here's the cover (no, that's not me, although I am wearing a sweater like that at this very moment):
And here's one of my paper towel drawings, in the table of contents:
And here's more pages, along with the interview in Chinese (thank goodness they emailed me the questions in English), and pictures of me (Oh no! Now you know what I look like):
Jenn tagged me!
"Summarize your life in a six word memoir, with optional photo illustration."
I actually gave this a lot of thought yesterday. This is the best summary I can make in six words:
Trying to live with no regrets
I tag....EVERYONE. Go on, you want to.
Libby and I are taking off for a two day adventure. Gotta go and pack!
This in my inbox made me smile this morning:
Thought so.
In which case, let me say that my son is adorable. He is also the only eleven year old boy I know who would use the words "authentic," "temporarily," and "numerous" in an e-mail. I received the following today:
HI Mom. How are you doing. (the keyboard is a little wierd to excuse the mistakes). today we toured lima. we got to see some pre inca temples, visited a museum, visited a catacumb, ate at a delicious buffet restaurant with authentic food, and we were temporarily lost in lima. we have numerous pictures.
LOVE HIM!!!
3x3 post-it note
Guess what?
Last weekend we went to Six Flags. I didn't have exams to study for, foreign vocabulary words to memorize, papers to write, presentations to create and then, er, present. I didn't have group projects to stress over and I didn't need to do any reading that I didn't want to do. I didn't need to make flash cards. I didn't have to memorize a sonnet and then perform it in front of a disinterested audience. I didn't have to cry over my computer keyboard wailing, "I've got nothing left to ggggiiiiive."
I was able to read an entire book for pleasure. Thank you, John Irving! I owe you my sanity, such as it is. I lounged around in our hotel suite, took wicked hot baths, watched true crime shows on TV, and made memories with my family as we hurtled down the rollercoaster tracks screaming until we were hoarse. It was, frankly, awesome.
Welcome, Summer. Have I mentioned that I love you?
Is it too late to mention that I was in an earthquake?
Because I totally was! I know everyone in the Midwest has already blogged about this, and it occurred about a month ago, but it was still something I've never experienced before and therefore significant and memorable. All things considered, I'd be happy to never experience another earthquake; next time we might not have the luxury of lying in bed discussing what it is you're supposed to do. (Get under a table, I said, and I'm sticking with that.)
There goes my GPA
For now I'm going to celebrate getting all A's this semester, but when Purdue switches to +/- next semester I am, for want of a better word, screwed. Who can get over 95% in every class to earn an A+? Not me.
I'm not saying that friends that buy gifts are the best kind, but it certainly doesn't hurt
I have a great friend that called me the week before finals and told me to swing by her office on campus because she had a "finals surprise" for me. It was the best thing I could have asked for -- 24 boxes of Lemonheads!
"That's 2 boxes a day for 12 days, or 3 boxes a day for 8 days," she told me. More like 24 boxes in one day, but who's counting?
Best. Bag. Ever.
I have engaged in more than a little retail therapy over the past few weeks and Todd has helped me considerably. He instigated the purchase of a fold-out sofa bed for the office, two desks, hutches, and matching filing cabinet (also for the office), an armchair, and various other pieces of furniture like two gorgeous trunks. One evening he even said, -- (I'm not making this up) -- "Come to Hobby Lobby to pick out nick-nacks with me."
For mega reals.
He said that.
Such was the wild dispersement of funds that when my debit card number got stolen, and I called the bank to find out why there was a hold on my card, I had to think about the question "Did you charge $1,300 of airline tickets?" Wait...did I?
Anyway, among my mad spending at The Buckle and Target I found this bag which, although I don't even carry a bag, had to be bought and loved.
Movie Recommendation?
Go and see Forgetting Sarah Marshall. You will laugh I guarantee it (or I will give you your money back.)
This is not our parents' generation
I was taking a nap when the phone rang. "Oh, sorry. Did I wake you?" asked Todd. I replied in the affirmative. "Well, go back to sleep," he said "but I just called to tell you that I made us both a Botox appointment for the 30th."
I knew when I got Botox Todd would want it too, I just didn't know he'd start scheduling my appointments for me.
I probably shouldn't even mention that I'm also getting a chemical peel and microdermabrasion.
Medical Confessions
I've talked about the vein surgery thing a couple of times so let me just clear it up for those that have expressed a desire to know. I had a varicose vein in my leg and I've had it since I was nineteen years old. When Jesse was a baby I noticed what I thought was an insect bite on my calf, but when I examined it, I realized with horror that it was a little varicose vein and did I mention that I was NINETEEN YEARS OLD?! I lived with it for ten years but recently I started getting a lot of pain in my thigh. An ultrasound revealed that I had "diseased valves" which, thanks but no thanks, let's take care of that, shall we? The first surgery entailed closing a big vein in my thigh with a laser which requires just a tiny incision. Follow-up to that involves getting chemical injections (many of them) which kill the little feeder veins they don't put pressure on the big vein and re-open it. Lastly, I had the trauma of having sections of vein physically removed so that, while there was no pain whatsoever, I could feel my veins tug, tug, tugging out of my body and that, my friends, is what made me call to the nurse, "Get me a sick bucket!"
Parting is such sweet sorrow
Jesse and Todd took off for Peru this morning and, I have to say, I miss them bunches already. Libby and I already had three days alone last week when Jesse was at 5th grade camp and Todd was on business. I think we are going to get a little sick of each other. (But speaking of sick, we have plans that involve calling Libby in sick at school for two days. Shhhh!)
Todd travels loads but we still speak to each other dozens of times a day. Not having any contact with my boys is unusual and lonely. When Libby sleeps at her friend's house tomorrow night I seriously don't know what I'll do with myself. I know that Todd will look after Jesse and I am thrilled that they are taking this trip together. (How's that for unintentional alliteration?) When I told Todd to look after my boy he said, "I'm going to have him sleep in the jungle covered in Yellow Fever-infected mosquitoes." Such a parasitologist thing to say.
Speaking of Yellow Fever...
Guess who's going to the Summer Olympics in Beijing???
ME, that's who!
Because my husband is awesome and makes things happen, that's why.
Finally, look who got fixed
