Sunday, February 1, 2009

Sundaze

So off I went to the gym this morning. This was my mood: Even Blueberry Steroid Boy couldn't inspire me today. I did my cardio and then an upper body workout. And I am a good little webbis. I am.

Other People's Children

After the gym, Dave and I went to a birthday party for a friend's two-year-old son. We arrived about two hours after the party started (we were given a four-hour window for the party which is--ahem--THREE HOURS TOO MUCH PARTY FOR A TWO-YEAR-OLD). Thankfully the birthday boy was exhausted by the two hours prior to our arrival so he napped through our visit. We were similarly thankful that all the other children had gone home. The adults sat and chatted and drank champagne (I had water) and chocolate cake (I had a bite of Dave's piece). As we were leaving, the birthday boy awoke from his nap long enough to grace us with his petulant presence.

Ah, and I sound crankier than I am about the party for a two-year-old. My crankiness barely registers on the Cranky Spinster Crank Scale (the CSCS, or CS-squared, if you prefer). I just find it odd that people would invite grown men and women--most of them childless and not related to the birthday boy--to celebrate a child's birthday. It's fine. I like my friend and I like his wife (I've met her once before) and it's fine. It was a level 1 on the CSCS, I think. (Just for comparison, being asked to babysit is a level 3, and children misbehaving in restaurants is a level 7. You don't want to know what a level 10 is.)

Green Card Cupcake

So here's some good news: Last week, Sergei the pastry-addicted Belorussian got his permanent resident visa!

And Kelly Workout and I breathed a sigh of relief because now we don't have to draw straws to see who has to marry him so he can stay in the US. Dave says that Sergei went around the office very proudly showing off his green card (which is not green, by the way), saying in reference to how much the immigration lawyers took him for, "This is a $30,000 card!"

Because I am awesome, I had the idea to make him some green cupcakes to celebrate his green card, so after the party I came home and baked. (Easy now, it was from a mix.) Dave will take the cupcakes in with him to work tomorrow.

Dave and I each ate a cupcake and now I feel all nutso from the sugar.

That was Sunday.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Rosa.. I am right there with you on "OPC" we have to give it an acronym. I tolerate kids, I love my friends and family's children- I think this ERR for me started when I taught here in Japan, when I taught kinder kids back home it was different although not my fav plan but JAPAN, ERRR

And now we have "mommy blogs" infecting the internet with this same drivel and influencing people to make rash decisions based on someone else's exaggerations.

For cynics like myself, it's easy to read these things, roll my eyes, and turn a page. Pretty words about babies don't have an effect on me. In my daily life, I observe people with their kids and I let those observations shape my view of what parenthood is all about. Will I love my child yes, will I love being a mommy, possible, will I let it consume my life.. NO

What I hate more than anything pre before having a tot- being shifted to the side cause I didn't have kids and self indulge more so I did not fit in that Clique, why does one have to have the same likes and wants to be friends.. I think not?

Sorry I ranted on your comment section.. OPPS really sorry Rosa