Have you ever participated in a meeting and after someone finished talking you have NO CLUE what they just said? They were speaking English, but they made absolutely NO sense. This kept happening to me today. Luckily, it wasn't' just me. Other people would ask WTF did you say? Well...they actually said...I am not sure I understood your question/comment. We were trying to solve major big time complex corporate marketing problem and we kept getting off track b/c of randomcomment/question-nospeakenglish/englishspeaking guy.It was like the mother's voice on Charlie Brown...wa wa, wa wa wa wa wa, wa wa wa wa wa.Maybe I'll take my pocket translator to work tomorrow...
First let follow up to my last post and say that my lovely, wonderful, awesome husband cooked steaks last night. Woo hoo!! I have a dinner tonight w/ some friends and my hubby has plans Thursday night (that means Mac-N-Cheese and tuna for me and Meredith), so my dinner contribution won't be expected until this weekend... whew!After the lovely steak, and bath, books and bed for Meredith, I faced "THE TOY ROOM" bumb, bumb, bumb...Step 1- trip to Target to stock up on storage bins (plus $150 worth of other non-essential items, and 6 boxes of Kashi bars [they were on SALE] doh!). Step 2- Make HUGE pile for Goodwill. Contained mounds of cheap stuffed animals from grand-parents and McDonald's Happy Meal Toys. YES, people, I take my child to Mc Donald's and have ZERO guilt about it. Step 3- Box up boat load of battery operated, noisy ass toys, that child #2 may like. No, child #2 is not on the way. (Still getting up my nerve). Step 4- Box up (in pretty purple bin) all the Easter baskets, plastic eggs, and Easterish stuffed animals, so I use next year and pawn it off like it's "BRAND NEW". Step 5- Bins go in hallway to wait for my hubby to put in the attic. I am praying Meredith doesn't notice her toys in the clear bins, otherwise, it's melt down city. Step 6-Bags and bags of stuffed animals go in the hallway to be carted off to Goodwill. Same risk of meltdown here as well. Step 7- Buy more shit (AKA toys) to fill up the toy room again. Step 8- Tell the Grandparents to stop buying HUGE plastic toys. We've got no more space people!!
I love my hubby! He makes dinner most of the time, but I have to pitch in from time-to-time. My contribution is usually "Taco Cabana", "Niki's Pizza" or frozen meals from one of those prepare-it-yourself places. Although, I pay the extra cash to have them prepare if for me. If Meredith and I were on our own, I think we would have mac-n-cheese w/ canned tuna every night (not a bad meal actually). We'll probably be in counseling in a few years because her mother didn't feed her made-from-scratch meals every day. Best case scenario would be her making us made-from-scratch meals when she is old enough to cook, but I won't hold my breath.
I record Oprah every day on my AT&T U-Verse DVR (which I love). I don't fancy myself as uber-sensitive. Hallmark commercials don't make me cry, although Grey's Anatomy DOES get me from time to time. Oprah is my guilty pleasure that I allow myself after Meredith goes down for the night. To the point, Oprah had a segment on child pornography, and she discussed GRAPHIC details of what the men in the videos were doing to the young children. I won't even go into what she explained b/c it's unimaginable. Shock factor was clearly the goal. Even more maddening was her closing remarks of "I want you to know that child pornography is NOT just nude images of children." Give me a CALL TO ACTION! Should I sign a petition? Call my congress person? Should we put all the men victimizing women and children away in concentration camps for life? Or better yet, castrate them and and then put them in the camps? My vote is the latter. A few days later, I am facilitating an important meeting at work with executives and our ad agency, and I can't get these images out of my mind. So for 20 minutes of an important meeting, this is all I thought about. I take this as a sign I am either working too hard, need to quit watching Oprah, or need a prescription of Xanax. Or perhaps all of the above.
