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What is the quickest false assumption people make about you?
Submitted by JJ.
That I'm quiet. Seriously. People look at me and think I'm quiet and mild-mannered. It must be an Asian woman stereotype thing.
Oh, yeah, and they're all surprised that I like to listen to loud, angry, Angst-ridden music. As if I know of any other kind!
So, I'm on Facebook now. I finally caved and joined the masses a few weeks ago. (After all, my sister is on Facebook! She's not even on Vox!)
I'm kind of ambivalent about it, though.
On one hand, I absolutely love the fact that I've been able to get in touch with people from back in the day (or, as my friend Thomas would say, "Before the War"). I like being able to (sort of) interact with old friends and reconnect after several years. That part's awesome.
But as I browsed the lists of my fellow high school alumni, I realized there are a lot more people with whom I would rather not reconnect than people I'd like to see again. And of the people with whom I'd like to reestablish ties, there's always that question of "Will ____ even remember me?" Mind you, it's not like I went to a huge school (my graduating class had less than 250 people in it), but it's also been more years than I'd like to admit. And lots of people come in and out of your life in 16 years.
And that's precisely the thing that gets me. Should I even care if someone doesn't remember me? Or if someone doesn't want to add me as their "friend"? After all, if I haven't talked to them in 16 years (or, in some cases, more), it's not like their absence in my (Facebook) life will suddenly cause this great chasm-like void. But, of course, it's an ego thing.
Just like it was in high school.
So, The Boy was sent home from school today because of a reaction to something he ate for lunch. (For the record, lunch was pizza, salad with Italian dressing, apples, and water.) As a result (and I really don't get this), he needs to see the doctor and get a note so that he can return to school tomorrow.
[sigh]
But it doesn't stop there. As today is P&L Tuesday (of Month-End Week), I was unable to collect him from school. Thankfully, Chris was able to leave work and get him. (It just so happens that Chris isn't feeling too well right now, anyway... not that watching The Boy is much of a break, mind you.) I called the doctor's office and got an appointment scheduled for later today. (I think it helps that everyone there loves this kid.)
Here's the punchline: The Boy hasn't taken a nap, save a few seconds in the car. Moreover, he's refusing to take a nap. So, even if Chris is able to get him down for a little while, the appointment is for 3:45, not leaving much time for a good, solid nap, anyway.
Oh, we're in for a doozy tonight. Can anyone say "overtired" and "night terrors"?
(No, the title is not meant to imply that I'm on mushrooms. It's merely the post that is about mushrooms.)
The very first food aversion I noticed when I was pregnant was towards mushrooms. My husband and I were in Los Angeles, visiting the (now closed) Hard Rock Cafe at the Beverly Center. I ordered the vegetarian sandwich - one of my favorites - only to discover after three bites that I had no desire to eat it. I couldn't explain why this was so; only two months prior I ate one with gusto at the Hard Rock Cafe in Orlando. Several weeks later, I realized I had a major aversion to mushrooms and didn't eat any throughout my pregnancy.
The soup I'm eating for lunch today has mushrooms in it, and I've discovered I'm not a big fan of them in this soup. I had stuffed mushrooms just two weeks ago (you couldn't tear me away from the table) and mushrooms in a stir fry I made last week (and I know in all certainty that I'm not pregnant), so I know it's not an aversion. I think I just have something against these particular mushrooms.
But picking out the mushrooms from my soup got me thinking... With all the poisonous varieties out there, someone had to watch a lot of animals eating mushrooms and following them to see what, if anything, would happen to them before consuming those same mushrooms himself. Or, I suppose a single person in a tribe might have consumed one and become violently ill or died, thus alerting the rest of the tribe to the dangers of eating that particular variety. After all, food (excluding breastmilk) is definitely something that's learned and not inherent.
Damn, there's a lot of mushrooms in this soup.
Somehow, I don't know how, I tore off half my nail when I was getting into the shower last night. And it hurts! A lot.
So now I have a bandaid wrapped around my finger, practically cutting off circulation so that I feel as little pain as possible. I can take some comfort in knowing that it's just a nail and will grow back, but that knowledge doesn't stop it from hurting!
When I was younger, I was totally up on music. Of the music I liked, I could tell you all sorts of fun facts about the artist, the album, the song, blah blah blah. And I would be completely offended when someone would tell me (as my husband sometimes does) that it all sounds the same, that one song is virtually indistinguishable from the next.
Today, while listening to my Complaint Rock station on Pandora, I realized that (gasp!) he might be on to something. Moreover, I've just switched over to my Angry Rock station and have found very little difference between the two stations. It's partially because the artists cross lines, and I get that. But still! (Does this mean I'm angry when I'm complaining? Or that I complain when I'm angry?)
Anyway, perhaps most troubling is that as I listen to (newer) songs, I have to check to see the name of the artist. I know I like the song; I just have no idea who sings it.
I used to love looking through liner notes and memorizing lyrics. Now, I couldn't tell you when I last bought a CD, let alone what it was. And this saddens me.
I'd like to blame all of this on digital media (and leaving SoCal). I refuse to blame it on my age - or, even worse, that all the music I like really does sound the same!
The Boy is now on the move.
I don't mean this as in walking; he's been doing that for ages. No, I mean that he is now bound and determined to scale things. As in large pieces of furniture.
Yesterday, he successfully hoisted himself on top of a cooler in the kitchen (which has since been emptied and will be put away in the garage after it dries) in an attempt to get to items on the countertop. I stopped him and coaxed him down from said cooler amidst much frustration (and had to endure a minor tantrum, to boot).
Last night, he also climbed on top of some pillows, giving him enough height and leverage to hoist himself onto the ottoman in the family room. Thankfully, he knows how to climb back down (backwards), but I don't think there's much stopping this child from getting into things currently out of reach.
My days are numbered. Anything left out in the open is fair game for his little (sometimes destructive) hands, so I've got to get my crap cleared - and fast!
I had no idea they even came out with a sequel. Apparently, it was a direct to DVD thing. Now that I'm (sort of) watching it, I understand why. (Chris Netflixed it; I had absolutely no desire to rent or purchase this on my own.)
Anyway, only Corey Feldman is back for this movie. At least he's consistent as Edward Frog with the same raspy voice. Other than that, there's not much to say about his acting chops.
I don't really hate it, but I'm not a fan, either. It's really lame, but I've seen worse.
Honestly. I've never been so happy to change a poopy diaper as I have been this weekend. Of course, it helps that the majority of the diapers are just pee (means the digestive tract is working as it should, filtering out solids from liquids again), but the most recent poopy diapers have been so nice to see! Even better, they're so much easier to clean!
I have to thank all my Mommy neighbors here who empathized with my Toddler Tummy troubles. Just getting comments from other moms made me feel a whole lot better about the whole thing.
Anyway, I may have good news to report! Last night, The Boy didn't poop at all; in fact, when he did finally poop, it was much more solid. In fact, I saw no evidence of diarrhea anywhere on the inserts, so I'm hopeful that he's getting over this little bout.
On the flip side, of course, I still need to reintroduce dairy. I don't like that he hasn't had any milk to drink for the past week.
But, baby steps.
