Derek got home from his run, which he cut short. And said, "I am sorry. I was being a real pr*** to you earlier. I don't know why. I am sorry." And he brought me ice cream. Not the organic kind that I like. But the Ben & Jerry's that I like just as well.
And I will write about our Colorado trip. Soon.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Random Thoughts
Apparently, those who "rate" blogs (like, G, PG, PG-13, R, X, XXX, etc.) rate my blog a G. A "G", despite having the word "hell" twice and "pissed" once. I don't really curse, and I would hardly consider "pissed" a curse even though I sometimes pause before saying it, so I was more surprised that either of those words appeared on my blog. Since I rarely post, I didn't think there was much to rate. But doesn't G seem a bit too kind. What movies are rated "G"? If you discuss adult topics, like work and marriage and dysfunctional families, shouldn't that qualify itself for PG? I don't know, but it just seems so.
I am angry. At my husband. Today, he had to teach a 6:45 a.m. class, and then had no other obligations. He was going to run a bit after his class, but that isn't really an "obligation." I had to leave for work at 6:45 (a bit earlier than normal) to get some things done, and then have an 8:00 a.m. meeting to prepare for a big mediation session today. We are involved in a litigation along with one of the teams, and the general counsel from the team flew in. I've spoke with him a number of times, but this would be our first in person meeting. Anyway, so I had the mediation all day -- all day. It was a big deal for a number of reasons. We didn't settle the case, but it was interesting nonetheless and productive on a number of different levels. I came straight home (the location of the mediation is closer to our house than my job), and though I got home a bit earlier than most days (about 6:15pm), I still had to get on the computer to catch up on the rest of my work day. The emails and phone calls that came into my desk while I wasn't there, so tomorrow wouldn't be crazy. I get home -- and I am wet because it is 100% humidity outside and starting to rain but still feels desperately hot -- and I am hungry because at the mediation I had two small bottles of water and the water fountain didn't work and 1 sandwich for lunch because we had no access to food and I couldn't pull out my apple or orange and eat in front of 4 other colleagues who had nothing, one of whom is 8 months pregnant, and because it is not easy to eat either type of fruit in a conference room while conversations are going on. So I am hungry and hot and wet and tired. And my freaking husband -- as soon as I walk in the door, he does NOT even say HI, does not ask "how are you?," does not ask about my day, does not smile at me, NOTHING. He says, "I am going to go to a Pilates class. I need to stretch."
Okay, first, Pilates doesn't "stretch you." It works on your core strength. I guess there is some MARGINAL stretching during some of the moves as well, but mat pilates does not "stretch you." He is the fitness instructor, shouldn't he know this? Second, you taught a class this morning, then ran, then had ALL DAY. Why are you going again to the gym as soon as I get home? Third (well, first), where was the "Hey," "Hi," "Hello,"...where was my welcome home????? So I ask, "Are the dogs taken care of?" Because I love walking them, but I am hot and hungry and tired and I want my suit off and I can't stand the thought of going back outside. But had he said hello or asked about my day, maybe I would have been willing to. But he didn't.
And I know. I came home to a cooked dinner and the laundry was done and the house was sort of cleaned up (but it was already cleaned up to begin with). And I appreciate these things. I do. I swear. But why not do laundry when I am home? I will split the chores. Why not work out the other 10 hours of the day while I was at work? Why not just walk the dogs or say you will take care of them later? Okay, he sometimes does that. But I wanted him to do it tonight.
So he huffed and puffed, and I did the same, and he fed the dogs (well, I fed Deuce, because he is scared of the rain and wouldn't eat so I had to hand feed him because he gets stomach aches if he doesn't eat twice a day) and then walked them. I noted that he still hadn't even said "Hi" to me before his walk. So he gets back and STILL doesn't say hi and then says he is going running and do I want to come. No, I don't want to go. Do I look like I want to go -- as I am in my pajamas and watching Jeopardy and wishing I had ice-cream? No. And he notes that he has to see an owner of a store that is by the gym anyway (he used to do business with him when he worked for his dad, and the store owner is still a client's of his father), as if to excuse why he is going running. DIDN'T YOU RUN THIS MORNING AFTER YOUR CLASS? (Class, by the way, meaning intense hard core spinning class.] That is what I wanted to say. But I didn't. I looked at him blankly. He asked "What's wrong? I have to see [the store owner] anyway." That is not the freaking point. Just say hello to me, be pleasant. Or maybe think about the fact that it might be nice to spend a few minutes of this Wednesday with me -- just a few -- before you head back out. Or acknowledge that you are addicted to the gym. Or maybe you aren't. But today, today I think you are.
Guaranteed, he is going to get home later and I am going to be ready to fall asleep and he will be ready to apologize and want to talk. Sometimes, honestly, I want to smack him. And if he doesn't bring me home ice-cream from the store he has to visit anyway (which has the best organic ice cream...i forget the brand), I really will smack him. Of course, I have not told him I want ice cream nor will I call and tell him, but still. He should just know.
But on another note, he did all our laundry, put the dishes away, cleaned up the house, and walked the dogs. Thanks:) And sometimes, he does know what I want when I don't say it. Sometimes.
Really, on another totally different note -- I finished The History of Love by Nicole Kraus. Excellent. I loved the book. Interesting, told in the voices of a few different people. The narrative captured the difference in age, perspective, gender, and mental health of each. The style was creative and unique, and the emotions and loss and heartache and humor so relatable. And the story line really wove together nicely. I'd recommend it.
Tomorrow is Thursday. That is good....so close to Friday. We have a birthday party and an wedding engagement party at work. So the day is broken up, which makes Friday come that much sooner. And the weather is supposed to be a little less hot after the thunderstorms.....which, will be nothing less than a relief. Have I ever mentioned that I fully understand why the crime rate escalates during the summer and/or heat waves? If not, then let me admit. I understand. See paragraphs above if any explanation is needed.
Oh, and our trip to Colorado was nice. Wasn't the best vacation ever, wasn't the worst. But it was good. More on that another day.....
I am angry. At my husband. Today, he had to teach a 6:45 a.m. class, and then had no other obligations. He was going to run a bit after his class, but that isn't really an "obligation." I had to leave for work at 6:45 (a bit earlier than normal) to get some things done, and then have an 8:00 a.m. meeting to prepare for a big mediation session today. We are involved in a litigation along with one of the teams, and the general counsel from the team flew in. I've spoke with him a number of times, but this would be our first in person meeting. Anyway, so I had the mediation all day -- all day. It was a big deal for a number of reasons. We didn't settle the case, but it was interesting nonetheless and productive on a number of different levels. I came straight home (the location of the mediation is closer to our house than my job), and though I got home a bit earlier than most days (about 6:15pm), I still had to get on the computer to catch up on the rest of my work day. The emails and phone calls that came into my desk while I wasn't there, so tomorrow wouldn't be crazy. I get home -- and I am wet because it is 100% humidity outside and starting to rain but still feels desperately hot -- and I am hungry because at the mediation I had two small bottles of water and the water fountain didn't work and 1 sandwich for lunch because we had no access to food and I couldn't pull out my apple or orange and eat in front of 4 other colleagues who had nothing, one of whom is 8 months pregnant, and because it is not easy to eat either type of fruit in a conference room while conversations are going on. So I am hungry and hot and wet and tired. And my freaking husband -- as soon as I walk in the door, he does NOT even say HI, does not ask "how are you?," does not ask about my day, does not smile at me, NOTHING. He says, "I am going to go to a Pilates class. I need to stretch."
Okay, first, Pilates doesn't "stretch you." It works on your core strength. I guess there is some MARGINAL stretching during some of the moves as well, but mat pilates does not "stretch you." He is the fitness instructor, shouldn't he know this? Second, you taught a class this morning, then ran, then had ALL DAY. Why are you going again to the gym as soon as I get home? Third (well, first), where was the "Hey," "Hi," "Hello,"...where was my welcome home????? So I ask, "Are the dogs taken care of?" Because I love walking them, but I am hot and hungry and tired and I want my suit off and I can't stand the thought of going back outside. But had he said hello or asked about my day, maybe I would have been willing to. But he didn't.
And I know. I came home to a cooked dinner and the laundry was done and the house was sort of cleaned up (but it was already cleaned up to begin with). And I appreciate these things. I do. I swear. But why not do laundry when I am home? I will split the chores. Why not work out the other 10 hours of the day while I was at work? Why not just walk the dogs or say you will take care of them later? Okay, he sometimes does that. But I wanted him to do it tonight.
So he huffed and puffed, and I did the same, and he fed the dogs (well, I fed Deuce, because he is scared of the rain and wouldn't eat so I had to hand feed him because he gets stomach aches if he doesn't eat twice a day) and then walked them. I noted that he still hadn't even said "Hi" to me before his walk. So he gets back and STILL doesn't say hi and then says he is going running and do I want to come. No, I don't want to go. Do I look like I want to go -- as I am in my pajamas and watching Jeopardy and wishing I had ice-cream? No. And he notes that he has to see an owner of a store that is by the gym anyway (he used to do business with him when he worked for his dad, and the store owner is still a client's of his father), as if to excuse why he is going running. DIDN'T YOU RUN THIS MORNING AFTER YOUR CLASS? (Class, by the way, meaning intense hard core spinning class.] That is what I wanted to say. But I didn't. I looked at him blankly. He asked "What's wrong? I have to see [the store owner] anyway." That is not the freaking point. Just say hello to me, be pleasant. Or maybe think about the fact that it might be nice to spend a few minutes of this Wednesday with me -- just a few -- before you head back out. Or acknowledge that you are addicted to the gym. Or maybe you aren't. But today, today I think you are.
Guaranteed, he is going to get home later and I am going to be ready to fall asleep and he will be ready to apologize and want to talk. Sometimes, honestly, I want to smack him. And if he doesn't bring me home ice-cream from the store he has to visit anyway (which has the best organic ice cream...i forget the brand), I really will smack him. Of course, I have not told him I want ice cream nor will I call and tell him, but still. He should just know.
But on another note, he did all our laundry, put the dishes away, cleaned up the house, and walked the dogs. Thanks:) And sometimes, he does know what I want when I don't say it. Sometimes.
Really, on another totally different note -- I finished The History of Love by Nicole Kraus. Excellent. I loved the book. Interesting, told in the voices of a few different people. The narrative captured the difference in age, perspective, gender, and mental health of each. The style was creative and unique, and the emotions and loss and heartache and humor so relatable. And the story line really wove together nicely. I'd recommend it.
Tomorrow is Thursday. That is good....so close to Friday. We have a birthday party and an wedding engagement party at work. So the day is broken up, which makes Friday come that much sooner. And the weather is supposed to be a little less hot after the thunderstorms.....which, will be nothing less than a relief. Have I ever mentioned that I fully understand why the crime rate escalates during the summer and/or heat waves? If not, then let me admit. I understand. See paragraphs above if any explanation is needed.
Oh, and our trip to Colorado was nice. Wasn't the best vacation ever, wasn't the worst. But it was good. More on that another day.....
Monday, July 02, 2007
Ready for Vacation...
We leave tomorrow for Colorado. When I left work today (at 3:55pm....I was SUCCESSFUL in my attempt to get out early!) I felt light and happy and weightless. So nice to turn the Out of Office Assistant on, and say that I will not have access to email or voicemail (whether the statement is true or not...totally different story).
I picked out two books at Barnes & Noble that I am quite excited about. The History of Love by Nicole Krauss, and The Inheritance of Loss by Kiran Desai. I started reading the former, thinking it might the "lighter, faster" read -- but I think I am wrong. My thought was I would finish it over my travels and leave it in Colorado for my mom to read - but the first few pages proved to be denser than I expected. But very good. I am only on page 19, so I will reserve any more comment until I am further into it. But so far, it has pulled me in.
Over the weekend, Derek and I went out with one of the summer legal interns (that I am supervising), and his girlfriend who is visiting from DC. His girlfriend is about to start medical school at GW, and was so nice. As is the intern. He is only a few years younger than me, and one of hte nicest people I have ever met. Ambitious, down to earth, very together. Another friend of mine from work also joined us, along with her boyfriend. She is in one of the creative groups at work whom I do a lot of work with. Turns out, she is very creative. When not at work, she is a singer! She is about to come out with an album, and actually was previously on the charts in the UK (www.johannalive.com). Her boyfriend and her went to undergrad together, and he actually was a swimmer. He went to high school at a school where a number of my former G-town teammates swam in Arizona, as well as my closest friend from law school. Between the swimming connections and connections to DC, it felt like we all knew each other better than we actually do. And we had a great time. Lots of laughter, lots of great conversation (from politics to movies to traveling to television to subway stories to New York chatter to personal stories). I was really glad that last week, on a whim, I coordinated it. I had just been thinking that while I like keeping work and home separate in many ways, when you are committed to a place long term, it is nice to develop friendships outside of the office with some of the people that I like at work. Anyway, it made for a good weekend. That, and the 70 degree weather with no humidity helped. And the Sunday night bar-b-que with my building neighbors (at least five out of the eight units....the "originals"...the five couples in five of the units have lived in the building since within about a month of each other, the remaining three units weren't filled until a bit later).
Okay, I have to reserve us a car to take us to the airport in the morning. And I have to call my sister, who is having problems with her dog (Maddie is petrified of thunder.....think Marley and Me but 100 times worse and the doggie-downers don't do anything for her....) to try to come up with a solution. I hate that summer time is thunderstorm season in Colorado, and that her husband is such a pr*** about some things. If he gave Maddie more attention, the issue would not be AS BAD. So anyway, I have to call her and do my part to figure out a better life for Maddie. We might just have three dogs at our house pretty soon -- and hopefully Deuce can teach her how to bunker up in the bathtub rather than Maddie teaching him how to chew through dry wall....and more dry wall....and wood studs...and more dry wall. To be honest, what she really needs is a family who has time for her -- maybe even an older couple who need companionship and stay at home so she is not ALONE when she is scared. But that isn't her family right now, so we have to find a way to make her family provide her what she needs.
More after I get back from Colorado:)
I picked out two books at Barnes & Noble that I am quite excited about. The History of Love by Nicole Krauss, and The Inheritance of Loss by Kiran Desai. I started reading the former, thinking it might the "lighter, faster" read -- but I think I am wrong. My thought was I would finish it over my travels and leave it in Colorado for my mom to read - but the first few pages proved to be denser than I expected. But very good. I am only on page 19, so I will reserve any more comment until I am further into it. But so far, it has pulled me in.
Over the weekend, Derek and I went out with one of the summer legal interns (that I am supervising), and his girlfriend who is visiting from DC. His girlfriend is about to start medical school at GW, and was so nice. As is the intern. He is only a few years younger than me, and one of hte nicest people I have ever met. Ambitious, down to earth, very together. Another friend of mine from work also joined us, along with her boyfriend. She is in one of the creative groups at work whom I do a lot of work with. Turns out, she is very creative. When not at work, she is a singer! She is about to come out with an album, and actually was previously on the charts in the UK (www.johannalive.com). Her boyfriend and her went to undergrad together, and he actually was a swimmer. He went to high school at a school where a number of my former G-town teammates swam in Arizona, as well as my closest friend from law school. Between the swimming connections and connections to DC, it felt like we all knew each other better than we actually do. And we had a great time. Lots of laughter, lots of great conversation (from politics to movies to traveling to television to subway stories to New York chatter to personal stories). I was really glad that last week, on a whim, I coordinated it. I had just been thinking that while I like keeping work and home separate in many ways, when you are committed to a place long term, it is nice to develop friendships outside of the office with some of the people that I like at work. Anyway, it made for a good weekend. That, and the 70 degree weather with no humidity helped. And the Sunday night bar-b-que with my building neighbors (at least five out of the eight units....the "originals"...the five couples in five of the units have lived in the building since within about a month of each other, the remaining three units weren't filled until a bit later).
Okay, I have to reserve us a car to take us to the airport in the morning. And I have to call my sister, who is having problems with her dog (Maddie is petrified of thunder.....think Marley and Me but 100 times worse and the doggie-downers don't do anything for her....) to try to come up with a solution. I hate that summer time is thunderstorm season in Colorado, and that her husband is such a pr*** about some things. If he gave Maddie more attention, the issue would not be AS BAD. So anyway, I have to call her and do my part to figure out a better life for Maddie. We might just have three dogs at our house pretty soon -- and hopefully Deuce can teach her how to bunker up in the bathtub rather than Maddie teaching him how to chew through dry wall....and more dry wall....and wood studs...and more dry wall. To be honest, what she really needs is a family who has time for her -- maybe even an older couple who need companionship and stay at home so she is not ALONE when she is scared. But that isn't her family right now, so we have to find a way to make her family provide her what she needs.
More after I get back from Colorado:)
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