March 19, 2008
When I reached the Lima airport, I realized my Spanish was not as good as I thought it was. While we were only in Lima for a layover, we had to pass through security before we could reach our gate. After my bag went through the conveyor belt, I was stumped when they kept asking me if I had a "sombrilla" in my bag. This word was not covered by my Coffee Break lessons.
The security guards started making several gestures so as to explain what a sombrilla was, but apparently there is no good universal hand signal for an umbrella. Eventually after 10 minutes or so, I figured it out, and let the security officer know, that yes, I had an umbrella in my bag. They took my word for it, and let me move on toward the gate. I started to question whether the security in the airports in South America were as strict as North America, I mean not only did they take my word for it when I clearly didn't understand the question, but our shoes stayed on our feet and no liquids were confiscated - we almost felt human when we traveled. But then, I saw this. . .
Quite the collection!
Today, our fish were being a bit aggressive with each other (and the rocks at the bottom of the tank), and they seemed to be going a bit crazy. My husband thinks they are anxious because they know we are going on vacation. Adorable, no?
March 18, 2008
- I am a mommy
- I work full time as an attorney
- I do not think that makes be a bad person (or mommy)
- I am starting to learn that the secret of the woman who does it all (the woman I always strive to be), is that she delegates!
- I also found out the woman who does it all shops online, so that she doesn't have to run errands on her days off
- I do not know how to ride a bike (yes, it's true: http://stilettolawyer.blogspot.com/2008/06/fear-and-pride-consequence-and-benefits.html)
- I have never broken a bone (knock on wood)
- I am superstitious
- I am a horrible speller (and am very grateful for spell check)
- I've been proven psychic in a laboratory (as part of a class I took in college)
- I am not judgmental, or at least, not most of the time
- I am naturally a pessimist, but have grown into an optimist
- I believe that killing with kindness is always the way to go, but I admit that can sometimes be exhausting
- I was a vegetarian for 10 years
- I love to cook and find it therapeutic
- I try to plan our meals for each month ahead of time, so that there is no guesswork to dinner each night
- My favorite activity is throwing any type of party
- I also love taking pictures, and scrapbooking
- I have no artistic skills, and am not even capable of coloring between the lines
- I am scared to fly, but I love to travel, and try not to let my fears interfere with enjoying life (if you need proof of this fact: I flew on 14 different planes in 2008)
- I have been south of the equator
- I am scared of needles (but, as you can see, I apparently I won't let that stop me from seeing the world either)
- I am married to my soulmate
- I am cheesy, but happy
- I am sometimes naive
- I am often indecisive
- I am overly analytical, and must do extensive research before making any decision (which means I am also a lawyer)
- Sometimes I flip a coin, just to see how I react; then I know what I really want to do
- The idea of writing 100 things about me, was an idea that was
stolen frominspired by other bloggers
- I enjoy reading, but rarely find the time to read anymore (unless other people's blogs count)
- I failed my driver's license eye exam
- I write a lot of blog entries that I end up not posting
- Which is silly because I think I am the only one who reads my blog
- Well, at the very least, I am pretty sure that I am the only one who read this far without skipping
- But, if you've made it this far, you are my new favorite friend
- I am easy to please
March 15, 2008
Ah...the joys of aging.
March 14, 2008
My husband says the darnedest things when he is half a sleep. Check out this dialogue:
Me (while squishing his cheeks, in a soft and loving voice, I said): "What am I going to do if we have a little boy one day that looks like you?"
Hubby (half asleep, he opens his eyes and with a determined voice he says): "Tell it, 'No!'"
After playing a violent and graphic video game for over an hour where heads were exploding and guts were a flyin' at the hand of a virtual machine gun, and after watching countless horror movies and Dr. shows without the slightest twitch, my husband was finally disgusted by "Lost." It's true: when they showed Jin's baby all covered with afterbirth he couldn't handle it. The afterbirth--did it, I finally saw my husband squirm and cover his eyes the way I do through all the horror movies and Dr. shows.
On the other end of the couch, I couldn't help tearing up at the sweetness of the moment. Damn you biological clock, where do I hit snooze?
March 10, 2008
Here's the setup:
1) Look up page 123 in the nearest book to you.
2) Find the fifth sentence and write it down. Then write down the three sentences that follow.
3) Tag other bloggers to do the same.
Unfortunately, I am blogging in the wrong room for this meme. But, hesitating all temptation to cheat and wander into the room where the books live, I shall settle for the small pile of books within my reach.
So, without further ado, my very first meme:
1) Technically, the nearest book to me is White Noise by Don DeLillo.
2) "He sat slouched in the camouflage jacket with Velcro closures, steeped happily in disaster. He talked about the snow, the traffic, the trudging people. He speculated on how far we were from the abandoned camp, what sort of primitive accommodations might be available there. I'd never heard him go on about something with such spirited enjoyment."
3) And finally, in the spirit of sharing: Tag! You're it.
P.S. If it wasn't exciting enough to complete my first meme, I also learned how to tag links in html today! OK, maybe I'm a bit too proud of myself, but it's a start.
If you missed Natalie's shining moment from last Sunday's episode, be sure to check it out here:
(fast forward to 4:31 if you want to get right to the good stuff)
Gotta love reality TV...where do they find these people?
Despite the fact that I am Jewish, and not of Irish descent, I say: who needs a reason to support the creation of another national holiday? . . . even if a beer company is responsible for the campaign.
March 9, 2008
March 8, 2008
Yesterday I had not 1, not 2, but 3 shots . . . on purpose.
I get that it's not a rational fear, but I really can't stand needles. My mom never had to worry about me trying heroin or getting a tattoo, but she did have to drag me kicking and screaming every time she had to take me to the doctor's office.
I'm now in my late 20s, and haven't changed much in that respect--except now it's my husband dragging me kicking and screaming.However, our upcoming travels to South America have come with a consequence, and apparently having yellow fever, hep. A or typhoid is worse than getting the shot (at least according to my mother), so even though the shots were not required (just recommended), I decided to grow up and get all 3.
My husband had to hold my hand through the ordeal, and it was a painful experience (not at all like the small pinch my mother promised), but when my husband asked the nurse if I did better than a 5 year old, the nurse assured him I had. Looks like I'm starting to grow up a bit.
Anyway, if anyone knows any countries that require a yellow fever shot, mine's good for 10 years, and I'd love to make the most of it!