This morning I had a 10am meeting at my client's offices downtown. This was an excellent opportunity to pick up the deposit check from our Clementina Show landlords which we had missed over the holiday since the post office is open during the convenient hours of 9:30am-4pm, Monday through Friday.
Boy was I surprised when, after handing over the "sorry you missed our delivery" slip to the guy behind the counter he returned with a large box.
How odd that they would have put our deposit check in a large box, I thought to myself.
He handed me the box and it wasn't heavy enough to suggest that they had returned our deposit in gold bouillon, leaving me out of ideas for what it might be.
I opened it up with great curiosity and discovered: baby gifts. A yellow bib with a duck on it and a matching bottle cover, a sleep sack blanket thing and a little plastic bottle. And our deposit check, too.
A lovely, lovely surprise. Which I then had to bring with me to my client meeting. I think they particularly liked how the bib looked on me.
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I don’t expect that my blog will be of enduring interest to anyone other than perhaps my mother (who, incidentally, struggles tremendously with the “technology” of the blog) but if you find yourself here and reading it, you might like to know a few things about me.
I grew up in Chicago and have moved every few years since going away to college, which is tough. Just a few months ago I moved from Washington DC to San Francisco and my mother seamlessly switched from worrying about terrorist attacks on our nation’s capital to worrying about earthquakes. I have a younger brother who just moved back to Chicago after five years in Barcelona and speaks Spanish fluently, but still not as well as I do.
I have a few superpowers: parallel parking, getting ready to go quickly, and sleeping on airplanes.
I’m an average dancer. I have an MBA. I like pumpkin pie. All things pumpkin-flavored, really. I wonder if that might be a sign that I have a beta carotene deficiency.
I am almost definitely not living up to my potential.
I am madly in love with my husband Eric; possibly obnoxiously so. I often wonder what I ever did to deserve him. Probably nothing, but I try not to let that lure me into dangerous moments of self-sabotage. Try.
So, pretty much I’m just your typical 31 year old professional-type woman trying to figure it all out. And though I am usually a pretty upbeat gal, I am a little worried about the future. Maybe, sometimes, a lot worried. But as I have learned in yoga and from endless books on being happy, the present moment is where it is at and so that is where I (try) to live. And where I blog. Comments welcome.
I grew up in Chicago and have moved every few years since going away to college, which is tough. Just a few months ago I moved from Washington DC to San Francisco and my mother seamlessly switched from worrying about terrorist attacks on our nation’s capital to worrying about earthquakes. I have a younger brother who just moved back to Chicago after five years in Barcelona and speaks Spanish fluently, but still not as well as I do.
I have a few superpowers: parallel parking, getting ready to go quickly, and sleeping on airplanes.
I’m an average dancer. I have an MBA. I like pumpkin pie. All things pumpkin-flavored, really. I wonder if that might be a sign that I have a beta carotene deficiency.
I am almost definitely not living up to my potential.
I am madly in love with my husband Eric; possibly obnoxiously so. I often wonder what I ever did to deserve him. Probably nothing, but I try not to let that lure me into dangerous moments of self-sabotage. Try.
So, pretty much I’m just your typical 31 year old professional-type woman trying to figure it all out. And though I am usually a pretty upbeat gal, I am a little worried about the future. Maybe, sometimes, a lot worried. But as I have learned in yoga and from endless books on being happy, the present moment is where it is at and so that is where I (try) to live. And where I blog. Comments welcome.
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4 comments:
I love it,
"a sleep sack blanket thing".
We were having problems with Marcus waking up a lot, and then we tried putting him in his regular PJs and then putting him in the sleep sack. Now he's out almost the whole night!
FYI,
bouillon = "A clear thin broth made typically by simmering beef or chicken in water with seasonings."
bullion = "A mass of precious metal, esp. in the form of bars, ingots, or plates."
Love it. Thanks for the correction Tony. Did any part of you wonder if I am so terribly clever that I did that on purpose?
So much better getting real comments than that Japanese porn someone posted the other day.
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