Monday, May 2, 2011

A Birthday Blog

If you are keeping track, add another hatch mark to your keepsake journal folks. As of this Tuesday, I'm another year older.


Last year's birthday celebration

I'm still using my anti wrinkle cream...not sure if it's working. In addition to my wrinkles, I've noticed I'm getting spider veins now. Who gets spider veins in their 20s? Either people who age prematurely or people who are on their feet for 12 hours at a time (one of the less grand aspects of being a nurse).

I've also noticed I'm developing a few more old lady tendencies. For example, I've been frequenting the restaurant Mimi's. What does Mimi's have to do with an advanced age you may ask? Well to start it's decor is ridiculously old lady cute...New Orleansly French Quarter-esque is how I would describe it.  Mimi's also has amazing salads and soups ( I don't know if that's an old person thing, I just wanted to throw that in there). Whenever I go there, I find myself not surrounded by my peers, but by an abundance of cute little grandmas.  I've discovered that lunching at places that cater to old ladies, such as Mimi's, is to my advantage. You can hear what the person across from you is saying, the booths are cushiony, and the bathrooms are clean. Also, if you order some complicated, "dressing on the side, extra avocado, no cheese" type of item, they get it right....because all of their clientele order this way.

Speaking of hearing at a restaurant, I think my hearing is going....at least in my right ear.  I can no longer eavesdrop on the quietest of conversations from across a room. I find myself saying, "What?" quite frequently.

On my nights off work, I've been going to bed at 8:00 pm. 8:00 pm is an 80 year old's bedtime.

I'm also eating half a grapefruit with my breakfast every morning. Grapefruits are an old person fruit. In fact I'm pretty sure my grandma had a grapefruit with her breakfast every morning.

I upped my 401k contributions this year because I am in fact, getting older.

The tried and true sign of ageing is when technology starts to fluster you. I fall into this category. Recently, Danny downloaded Google Chrome to be our new internet browser and tried explaining it's awesomeness to me. I quickly grew weary of learning this new browsing method and switched mine back to the lesser, but more comfortable, Internet Explorer.

Besides the hearing loss and spider veins, getting old isn't so bad. I'm really enjoying my morning grapefruit routine and my retirement funds are looking awfully pretty.

I might even be getting better with age. I can run a 5k, something I couldn't do last year. This year I perfected the art of roasting a whole chicken, something last year in my young naivety, I could not have accomplished. Believe me this is exciting, it takes more than a Betty Crocker cookbook and some poultry seasoning to make a delicious bird.

If running a 5k and perfecting the art of cooking a tasty chicken doesn't make me wiser then I don't know what does. I'm like a fine wine or the jar of homemade sour kraut fermenting in our fridge as we speak....

So bring it on Father Time, me, my 401k, and my half a grapefruit are ready.

Friday, April 29, 2011

March of Dimes

My silly and slightly premature godson, Ryan.
 (Posted with permission from his Mommy)

I really like babies. I like them for many reasons. I like that that are mini versions of us big people (to be honest I like mini things in general ...mini carrots...mini dogs....mini horses etc).

I like that babies don't talk back. Babies don't smoke. Babies don't have bad health habits.

They may cry a little, but it's usually for a reasonable reason such as hunger or poopy pants. I would cry if my pants were poopy too. They also cry when we nurses poke and prod them with needles. I also think I would cry if a nurse poked and prodded me with a needle.

Babies are generous with their love. They pretty much love anyone with milk, a cuddly arm, or a sweet song. Sure they may have a favorite (usually mom or their favorite nurse, who can feed and burp them just right) but in general, they aren't too picky.

Although I wouldn't wish a preterm baby on any mother in the world, I love them so. Their all over peach fuzz (lanugo) creates this uncontrollable sigh deep within my soul. The fact that even the smallest micro,  24 week gestation, infant can grasp his little hand around my pinkie melts my heart....even if it is just a reflex.

For myself, taking care of teeny tiny babies is a dream come true. However, there are times when it is heartbreaking. If these little micro mini human beings could stay inside their moms for even one extra week, it could make the ultimate difference between life and death.

I am walking for the March of Dimes because I love the little babies that I care for and I believe that we can make the ultimate difference.


If you feel like donating to an awesome cause click here: http://www.marchofdimes.com/

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Factoid Tuesday

A few random facts on this fine Tuesday afternoon:

  • I am sick. A few months ago I told my friend Sumi, that I pretty much never get sick. These are now my famous last words.

  • My right eye has been twitching for the past 72 hours. I would like it to stop.

  • After looking at literally thousands of rugs, I have finally found one that I think will work for my newly furnished living room. Costco really is a magical place.

  • I have some pretty gnarly bruises on my forearms from an intense kettlebell session down at Crossfit Excel. Apparently I need to work on my kettlebell snatch, because bruising is not normal.

Can't wait until it turns black and blue.

  • Today is my mom's birthday. (Happy Birthday Mom!) It also happens to be my best friends mom's birthday. (Happy Birthday Monique!) We could almost be sisters.

  • Happy Tuesday to you.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Monterey: A Picture Story



Creativity has been lacking in my giant head...hence this lonely little blog. I was planning on writing a post about my trip to Monterey with my friend Casie and her son (my godson) Ryan. The plan was to write a hilarious story about how we stayed at this eery 1950's church camp-esque resort, full of roaming molecular biologists, and how Ryan was the only child there.... but like I said, I'm in a creative slump. Maybe I can woo my creativeness back with a picture blog? If I can't come up with the words to describe our silly trip, the pictures will. Supposedly they are worth a thousand words.


I've been going to Monterey with my mom and various friends since I was a preteen. Because of this, there are a few Monterey traditions that I absolutely have to partake in while there. On the way to Monterey, it's mandatory that you stop at 3 places. The first is Split Pea Andersen's for some delightful Danish cuisine and touristy souvenirs. Having a tiny tot with us, this didn't work out. Nap time trumps any sort of Danish delights. The next stop is Casa de Fruta. If you are thinking this is a mecca of amazing fresh picked fruits from the lovely coastal region...you are wrong. It is full of fruit, but I'm pretty sure the grapes are from Chile and the avocados Mexico. We stopped for the Casa de Train, Casa de Ferris Wheel, Casa de Pond, Casa de Diner, Casa de Bathroom, and Casa de Playground.  This was the highlight of the trip for Ryan. He got to taste everything on our Casa de Diner plates, look at ducks, and swing on the always thrilling swing set.


Casa de Train...sorry Ryan too many tokens.

Ryan and Casie

The other children were jealous of Ryan's
swinging abilities

Ducks!




We both like ducks.
Oh yes this is awesome!


I may have bought that for him...

Ryan, playing hide and seek with me.

The next mandatory stop is San Juan Bautista to see the chickens cross the road and the mission. Ryan decided he was too antsy to get to Monterey, so we didn't stop there either.


We arrived at the Asilomar resort and were a little confused with what exactly we were getting ourselves into. There were 1950's church camp like cabins spewed across the coast, wandering physicists and molecular biologists, no children in sight (besides Ryan), and a lady walking a mini horse (don't dare call it a pony or you will be yelled at like Casie was...which made me laugh hysterically).  The surroundings were beautiful and I have to admit I loved the little bungalow cabiny feel to our inn. We were assigned to the "Stuck Up Inn." Apparently Asilomar's front desk people and their boring beige sweater vests, have a sense of humor.


Ryan, the snob

So stuck up
Wow, Casie, wow


Look who else is stuck up...

Our stuck up room view

Asilomar grounds

We had to wait a bit to check into our 1950's church camp room, so we went down to the beach to explore the tide pools. I love tide pools. I have a bad habit of  disturbing mother nature, especially sea anemones and hermit crabs. I can't help it. It's so much fun. Ryan was pretty pumped about the water too. He was so pumped he decided to stick his feet, tennis shoes and all, in the water. I found it funny. Casie was a little distraught because she forgot to bring a second set of shoes. Before you all start judging Mama Casie, she found Ryan's fireman boots from his darling, but random, fireman costume in the trunk of her car. The boots looked lovely on him.

Relaxation: Old Monty Style

Sisters from another mister!

We were watching him...promise

Ryan, the oceanographer

He doesn't like to be dirty.
A real live hermit crab

These two people love the ocean more
 than humanly possible

...However they don't love kelp like I do

There I am messing with a hermit crab
He stared for hours
What funny looking sea otters.
Not only a godmother, but a godteacher
My hand makes a nice helmet
Dig in Ryan, dig in

After checking into our room, I decided we needed to go to the cemetery. Sounds a little creepy, but my mom used to take me there when we were little to watch the deer eating the grass. Naturally, I had to share my childhood memories with Casie and Ryan. Well it was a long walk and Ryan fell asleep in his stroller, but it was lovely anyways. We looked at the million dollar homes and decided we wouldn't mind living there. We glanced at the ocean and the sun setting and took in deep breaths of ocean air to purify our central valley pesticide filled lungs. The deer weren't at the cemetery. No need to worry, they were across the street at the golf course.


Cemetery deer


I'll take the house, hold the moose statue.

Deer!
Deer with the light house in the background
A doe!
Dinner time

After our long walk, we went to dinner. Dinner was so delicious there was no time for pictures. Another mandatory stop is the Ice Cream Shoppe in Pacific Grove. The ice cream is good...but it's the decor that really surprises you. Beatles memorabilia is everywhere...along with Afghan rugs for sale with little signs that say the, "Afghanis are our friends," and wireless internet with another note that says, "Wiki Leaks are supported here".


Ice Cream Shoppe

Ryan goes to bed at 8:00 pm, so that's what time we had to be back to Asilomar by. Lights out at the kind of creepy Stuck Up Inn didn't seem to make my $75 bed (we split the cost) anymore comfortable.

The next day I forced Casandra and little Ryan to go to Toasties with me for breakfast. To put a small dent in my high caloric weekend extravaganza, I went on a run along the beach.  Turns out no matter what the scenery, running is still horrible. Toasties was delicious as always. Ryan made friends with our neighboring breakfasteers and I spoon fed him maple syrup. That's one of my godmotherly duties.

Only the purest maple syrup for my godson.

Creepy Elephants...one is headless

He's pretty intelligent


Next it was off to the Monterey Bay Aquarium, where sea life is treasured. I must admit, I'm more of a land animal girl. Give me a zoo any day over an aquarium, but for my friend Casie... who has ocean water for blood, I made the sacrifice. Ryan loved looking at all the bright colored fish and getting to touch some sea sponges (which he affectionately called, "Ball"). They have a new interactive kiddie area that is full of soft foamy kid friendly things, that Ryan really enjoyed. My favorite part occurred when Casie was off preforming motherly duties and I was left to my own devices. I noticed the trainers bringing out clams and such for the adorable sea otters. Sea Otters are perhaps my favorite sea creature, along with manatees and seals. Once the annoyingly tall teenagers moved out of my way, I got an excellent view of the sweet little otters devouring their lunch.

The best part of the trip was getting to see Monterey, a place I have gone a lot, through a toddler's eyes. Everything was new and exciting. From a Casa de Swing to a sea sponge that looks like a ball, Ryan was definitely the star (starfish?) of the show.


Ryan says, "Fishhhhhh."

Toola, Danny's otter equivalent

Big fish

Kelp and such

The Ice Cream Shoppe guy would like this

Touching a ray

Artsy Fartsy

I also really enjoy jelly fish

Poop Soup: a recipe for energy, fertilizer, and much much more

This is where poop soup comes from

hmmmm

My unoriginal, but hilarious idea

Sea sponges are Ryan's favorite

Otter time

Life lessons at the aquarium

The cutest fish there

Somebody didn't like the splash zone

Just keep swimming

Wish on a fish

The kid play area...looks like I might be having a little
too much fun pretending to be a mermaid.

Ryan's favorite cave

Ball!

My sea horse friend

A sea horse family!

Apparently I'm the greenest person Casie knows.

Colorful fish

Turtle time

Ryan's gift

The Old Monty Bunch!



On the way home we stopped at Split Pea Andersen's for some tasty split pea soup. Ryan mostly smeared it on his mother. I engulfed mine.



This way guys

Pea Wee

Hap Pea


Ryan is disgusted by all the carbs