I have to say, I'm nuts about my kid. Aimee is a joy to be around (most of the time, anyway) and watching her grow has made me appreciate the little things so much more. Like... balance.
Aimee's learing to walk. She's not all the way there yet (she still needs your finger for "support"), but it's been so fun to watch her figure it all out.
Balance is the key, and the reason she's not quite there yet. She's going to be a sprinter, I think, and she just doesn't take the time to get her balance before taking off with her Frankenstein-like strides. Just like her Mama - deosn't want to take the time to master the boring little things - she wants the big picture right now!
Having Aimee has made me apprecaite my own "balancing acts" and trade-offs that I make every day. I can either have a really big job, that will give me big props and bring in big bucks, or I can have a great family life and satisfying personal experiences with friends. I am still struggling like Aimee. Why can't I have it all????
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Sunday, October 7, 2007
That Pampered Chef just blew sunshine up my a....
What is a person to say to their MIL if invited to a Pampered Chef party? No? Not unless you want to be drummed right out of the family.
So I went last night. And I have to say, it was grueling, it was boring, and it was expensive.
I am not a Pamapered Chef devotee, and I only have a few of their things (gifts from the MIL, no less). It seems I am in the minority. Just about every product the sales lady talked about had most of the people jumping up and saying "Have it, Love it!". It was hard to remember that there was only one Pampered Chef salesperson there.
We got the spiel about how durable the products are, and how wonderful they are to use...blah, blah blah.
All of the above may very well be true. But I refuse to buy a frying pan for $150. Goes against my grain. I like my money in the bank making me more money, thank you very much.
But then, there was my MIL (and I DO like my MIL) talking about how she'd really like to make her sales quota and get her host prize. So I bought three things.
I spent $90 for three small things. Not my proudest shopping moment.
There's the chopper I bought for $30. I am sure it will do good things. I was looking to buy one because Aimee still needs her food chopped in small bits. Turthfully, I could have bought this one a while ago - I have needed it. But I am really sure I could have purchased one for - oh, around $15.
Then I got a set of "Prep Pots". These are little dishes that you use to measure out your ingredients beforehand and just dump them in your recipe when you need them. I have no idea why I bought these. I think the pressure was too much for me.
And then there is the fluted pan (it's a Bundt pan, but Bundt has a copyright on the name, so it's a fluted pan). Now, there's no mystery as to why I bought this one: the salesperson emailed me several recipes for 15 minutes cakes. (a cake - fresh baked, in 15 minutes - and from the microwave!! Made me want to jump up and shout "Gotta have it! Love it!") I was hungry for cake, so I went for it.
So there I was, $90 lighter and my MIL is beaming at me. Of course, I was one of the few people who spent under $150. AND I told the sales rep that I did not want to host my own party, thank you very much. But I still ponied up a decent amount, so the MIL was happy.
I really, REALLY hope she doesn't get the bright idea to have one of these parties again.
And if she does, please, pease PLEASE don't invite me!
Oh well. At least they fed us.
So I went last night. And I have to say, it was grueling, it was boring, and it was expensive.
I am not a Pamapered Chef devotee, and I only have a few of their things (gifts from the MIL, no less). It seems I am in the minority. Just about every product the sales lady talked about had most of the people jumping up and saying "Have it, Love it!". It was hard to remember that there was only one Pampered Chef salesperson there.
We got the spiel about how durable the products are, and how wonderful they are to use...blah, blah blah.
All of the above may very well be true. But I refuse to buy a frying pan for $150. Goes against my grain. I like my money in the bank making me more money, thank you very much.
But then, there was my MIL (and I DO like my MIL) talking about how she'd really like to make her sales quota and get her host prize. So I bought three things.
I spent $90 for three small things. Not my proudest shopping moment.
There's the chopper I bought for $30. I am sure it will do good things. I was looking to buy one because Aimee still needs her food chopped in small bits. Turthfully, I could have bought this one a while ago - I have needed it. But I am really sure I could have purchased one for - oh, around $15.
Then I got a set of "Prep Pots". These are little dishes that you use to measure out your ingredients beforehand and just dump them in your recipe when you need them. I have no idea why I bought these. I think the pressure was too much for me.
And then there is the fluted pan (it's a Bundt pan, but Bundt has a copyright on the name, so it's a fluted pan). Now, there's no mystery as to why I bought this one: the salesperson emailed me several recipes for 15 minutes cakes. (a cake - fresh baked, in 15 minutes - and from the microwave!! Made me want to jump up and shout "Gotta have it! Love it!") I was hungry for cake, so I went for it.
So there I was, $90 lighter and my MIL is beaming at me. Of course, I was one of the few people who spent under $150. AND I told the sales rep that I did not want to host my own party, thank you very much. But I still ponied up a decent amount, so the MIL was happy.
I really, REALLY hope she doesn't get the bright idea to have one of these parties again.
And if she does, please, pease PLEASE don't invite me!
Oh well. At least they fed us.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Only 28 more years to go...
Today has been hard. Okay, not as hard as it's been for the last few days - I actually don't have too much migraine pain today, but I am so bored I could scream.
Don't get me wrong - mostly I like my job. But I don't LOVE my job like I used to.
Before I had Aimee, I had a really high profile job that kept me travelling and in meetings and conferences usually for 10-12 hours a day. And I loved every hectic minute of it.
I loved interacting with lots of people, being a little higher up on the food chain, and never getting into a rut. Now I am just a financial analyst - at the same desk day sfter day, running the same reports day after day, and butting heads with the same people day...after.....day zzzzzzzzzzz.
Does anyone else feel this way? That getting on the "Mommy Track" is a HUGE step down for their careers? It makes me so sad that many women have to choose: be a great mom or have a great career. You can't have both.
Ah, well. Enough bitching. Better get back to it. Afetr all, there's only 28 more years to go until retirement.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.........
Don't get me wrong - mostly I like my job. But I don't LOVE my job like I used to.
Before I had Aimee, I had a really high profile job that kept me travelling and in meetings and conferences usually for 10-12 hours a day. And I loved every hectic minute of it.
I loved interacting with lots of people, being a little higher up on the food chain, and never getting into a rut. Now I am just a financial analyst - at the same desk day sfter day, running the same reports day after day, and butting heads with the same people day...after.....day zzzzzzzzzzz.
Does anyone else feel this way? That getting on the "Mommy Track" is a HUGE step down for their careers? It makes me so sad that many women have to choose: be a great mom or have a great career. You can't have both.
Ah, well. Enough bitching. Better get back to it. Afetr all, there's only 28 more years to go until retirement.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.........
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Here goes nothing...
A new beginning. A new and different Cara. I've been through a nasty divorce, a cross country move, snagging a great new job, snagging a great new man, a wedding, a new baby, and (last but definitely not least) motherhood.
Getting back to writing is the last piece of my recovery and rebirth.
I intend to pour it all out here. Get back to my writing habits. Dust off my muse, give her a little spit-polish, and get her in shape again.
So here's my new vow to myself: I will blog at least three times a week. Check in. Write down what I'm feeling and thinking about. Maybe get some insight into some things my conscious self just doesn't have time to think about.
So, as I said before, here goes nothing...
Getting back to writing is the last piece of my recovery and rebirth.
I intend to pour it all out here. Get back to my writing habits. Dust off my muse, give her a little spit-polish, and get her in shape again.
So here's my new vow to myself: I will blog at least three times a week. Check in. Write down what I'm feeling and thinking about. Maybe get some insight into some things my conscious self just doesn't have time to think about.
So, as I said before, here goes nothing...
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