1. "All the smart people" is regularly touted as one of the great things about working at Microsoft. But how smart can these people be if they think that a Toyota Sequoia and Honda Odyssey qualify as "compact" cars?
2. Every year, we throw a big party for C’s birthday. Admittedly, they have been somewhat more for us than for C, as she was too little to really know what was going on. This year, for birthday 3, she knows. She has been singing "happy birthday to nobody" for weeks now in preparation. And we have a nice big party planned at a local park. Unfortunately, I remembered this morning that the other constant in her birthday celebrations has been freak bad weather–rainstorm the first year, and snowstorm the second. We did move from Boston to Seattle though; so if my friends back in Beantown are hit with a surprise hailstorm this Sunday; you know whom to blame.
3. C is starting her birthday celebrations today at preschool, where she gets to sit in the birthday chair and brings in a special snack. In the grips of a bout of working mother guilt, I spent 10 – 11:30 PM making Pumpkin Bran Cranberry muffins. Because…they are preschoolers, they eat this snack right before lunch, and I prefer my kid not to have sweets. G admitted to me this morning though that although he hadn’t wanted to say anything because I worked so hard…all the kids were really expecting store bought cookies for the treat. So we will eat lots of muffins over the next few days and the kids will get cookies today. I think C would have been fine with muffins, in fact she asked for one for breakfast. It appears that G and I are the ones susceptible to peer pressure.
4. It is incredibly dark at 6:30 am here, as there are hardly any streetlights. I can see just well enough to know where the curb is while running, but any approaching cars momentarily blind me and several times I have come close to running into a garbage can, sign, or other runner. Plus at intersections I cannot make the crucial eye contact with drivers that confirms we have both agreed that I am going to run in front of them. Thus, I am definitely looking forward to a few weeks of respite when daylight savings time ends.
5. I got carded last night buying a bottle of bourbon (for my father). At what age does getting carded stop being flattering? I’ll let you know when I get there
6. I don’t want to jinx it, but I am on track to run four times this week. If you knew me as a kid, you would have never thought I would grow up to be someone who looks forward to regular runs. When I was home more, I would run with C in the jogging stroller (now that she sleeps on her own, on weekdays I run before she awakens). For her preschool sharing poster, she answered the question "What do you want to be when you grow up?" with "a runner". A truly gratifying moment for me. In the weeks since, however, her answer has changed to "a party" suggesting that 1) she does not understand the question and 2) she is obsessed with her upcoming birthday (see note 2 above).