Sunday, June 28, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
the chasm between kids and no kids
"Mango is awesome." they said as I walked up to join the conversation at the buffet table at that baby shower over the weekend. "You know, Penelope Cruz and her sister design a line for the store."
"I think my sister shops there," I said, "I think there might be one in Galway."
"They're in the large city centres," they said, nodding wisely, "Paris, London - it's probably in Dublin."
"But Zara's really gone downhill," someone else said, "just in time for us to get one."
"But whyyyyy can't we have an HandM?" came the moan.
The host's greeting to me as I came in the front door? "Ha!!" She yelled, seeing that we were wearing the exact same shirt in different colours, "Love the COSTCO!!!"
"I think my sister shops there," I said, "I think there might be one in Galway."
"They're in the large city centres," they said, nodding wisely, "Paris, London - it's probably in Dublin."
"But Zara's really gone downhill," someone else said, "just in time for us to get one."
"But whyyyyy can't we have an HandM?" came the moan.
The host's greeting to me as I came in the front door? "Ha!!" She yelled, seeing that we were wearing the exact same shirt in different colours, "Love the COSTCO!!!"
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Swoonedy Swoon
Somehow, as I was discussing a file with a colleague and sat down at the teleconference table for today's fed-prov call, I looked to my right and found myself face-to-face with the ADM most recently described in the MacLeans blog 'Inside the Queensway' as 'adorably nervous' and nicknamed 'Young F'. He is, ADMly speaking, younger. He's also a blonde dutchman, so he's probably a little older than his features allow.
He's the federal co-chair of the fed-prov forum my team leads, so we work fairly closely with him, although, as I am only a lowly senior analyst, we rarely speak. And certainly, never, never during these teleconferences. I usually just try to appear alert and brainy each time his line of sight drifts my way during the conversation.
Half way through today's call, however, he shifted in his chair, leaned in, put his hand in the small of my back, and spoke in a low voice in my ear. True, it was to ask if I had written down the commitments of each Province in the round table in detail (which I had), but still.....
He's the federal co-chair of the fed-prov forum my team leads, so we work fairly closely with him, although, as I am only a lowly senior analyst, we rarely speak. And certainly, never, never during these teleconferences. I usually just try to appear alert and brainy each time his line of sight drifts my way during the conversation.
Half way through today's call, however, he shifted in his chair, leaned in, put his hand in the small of my back, and spoke in a low voice in my ear. True, it was to ask if I had written down the commitments of each Province in the round table in detail (which I had), but still.....
Monday, June 15, 2009
Coffee time
Standing at the elevators on our way to get coffee this morning:
Older Male Colleauge, squinting at me: "Did you get your hair cut?"
"nope."
"brows done?"
"uh-uh"
"Well, something's different, and you look nice today!"
"uh, yeah. Thanks. It's this rockin' sunburn"
"Well, it suits you."
Older Male Colleauge, squinting at me: "Did you get your hair cut?"
"nope."
"brows done?"
"uh-uh"
"Well, something's different, and you look nice today!"
"uh, yeah. Thanks. It's this rockin' sunburn"
"Well, it suits you."
Monday, June 1, 2009
And by the way?
We did it.
Janey and I totally did it. We ran the 10k. There's even photographic proof of it. Heh. Am I ever glad that I listened when I crossed the start line and posed when crossing the finish.
Cause' I saw unposed photos of me, and do I always do that with my lips? I guess so, cause' upon viewing the proofs, Husband said, oh, you're doing the lip thing.
Seriously? I walk around with that face on? Y'all never told me?
Sigh.
It was long, and awesome, and as anticipated, I spent the majority of the race staring at Janey's ass while I tried to catch her, except for the part at the 7k mark where she looked behind her for permission to open up and left me so quickly I didn't even see her go.
Crossing that line a full six minutes behind Janey was one of the best feelings ever. Having worked so hard for something physical like that and finally achieving it with grace... I was happy to have shaved about 6 minutes off my own training time of chug, chug, chug, which boss-man says is 'substantial' (because I work on a team that checked my time pretty much the same time I did) and I wore the timing bracelet boss-man's boss made for me with printer paper and packing tape (no, look in the photo - that's the white band on my arm, just above the watch which is most definitely not a sports watch. So much for self timing.)
It was so, so, tear bringingly good that I'm letting Janey use that feeling to talk me into signing up for something even greater. Something even longer, in September. On the weekend exactly between our birthdays.
I'm not even sure what to say about it, other than I hope it doesn't rain much this summer!!
Janey and I totally did it. We ran the 10k. There's even photographic proof of it. Heh. Am I ever glad that I listened when I crossed the start line and posed when crossing the finish.
Cause' I saw unposed photos of me, and do I always do that with my lips? I guess so, cause' upon viewing the proofs, Husband said, oh, you're doing the lip thing.
Seriously? I walk around with that face on? Y'all never told me?
Sigh.
It was long, and awesome, and as anticipated, I spent the majority of the race staring at Janey's ass while I tried to catch her, except for the part at the 7k mark where she looked behind her for permission to open up and left me so quickly I didn't even see her go.
Crossing that line a full six minutes behind Janey was one of the best feelings ever. Having worked so hard for something physical like that and finally achieving it with grace... I was happy to have shaved about 6 minutes off my own training time of chug, chug, chug, which boss-man says is 'substantial' (because I work on a team that checked my time pretty much the same time I did) and I wore the timing bracelet boss-man's boss made for me with printer paper and packing tape (no, look in the photo - that's the white band on my arm, just above the watch which is most definitely not a sports watch. So much for self timing.)
It was so, so, tear bringingly good that I'm letting Janey use that feeling to talk me into signing up for something even greater. Something even longer, in September. On the weekend exactly between our birthdays.
I'm not even sure what to say about it, other than I hope it doesn't rain much this summer!!
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Afternoon delight...
Can I whisper to you of lechery?
Can I? Those surprising moments I am reminded of maleness outside of the cocoon of marriage?
Being directed by traffic cops (I don't know, just sigh...) but first and foremost?
Well, it's a specialized taste, I suspect.
And, due to the confines of office wear, doesn't occur often, but sometimes, on casual Fridays....
There's this little spot just below a toned belly button, that flat belly part where fuzz begins. It's horribly distracting in it's deliciousness.
In French training, there was a fella who sat directly opposite of me around the U of the table - of the bespectacled German variety I have long found to be so endearing - who was also very athletic, returning after lunch each day wet headed from the gym next door. And then, wearing low-slung jeans, he would stretch back over his chair and, oh dang...............c'est quoi, que je disais?
And then? During the first class of yoga with the more butch of the two instructors, we started the sun salutation series, and, well, if I'm going to be able to concentrate on the here and now, I'm going to have to move my mat.
Or not. shhhhh.
Can I? Those surprising moments I am reminded of maleness outside of the cocoon of marriage?
Being directed by traffic cops (I don't know, just sigh...) but first and foremost?
Well, it's a specialized taste, I suspect.
And, due to the confines of office wear, doesn't occur often, but sometimes, on casual Fridays....
There's this little spot just below a toned belly button, that flat belly part where fuzz begins. It's horribly distracting in it's deliciousness.
In French training, there was a fella who sat directly opposite of me around the U of the table - of the bespectacled German variety I have long found to be so endearing - who was also very athletic, returning after lunch each day wet headed from the gym next door. And then, wearing low-slung jeans, he would stretch back over his chair and, oh dang...............c'est quoi, que je disais?
And then? During the first class of yoga with the more butch of the two instructors, we started the sun salutation series, and, well, if I'm going to be able to concentrate on the here and now, I'm going to have to move my mat.
Or not. shhhhh.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Where has all the cleavage gone??
long time passing..... (and my apologies to Mr. Seeger.)
So after the BBV debacle, I have tried it again - the buying of the supportive undergarment. Seriously - have they gotten way bigger in the fit, or is it just me? No wait. Don't answer that.
I'm am now just on the edge of being able to shop in a normal store - having to ask for a ridiculously small bandsize (one I wore in junior high, no less) but in an place in the alphabet not usually connected with well, supportive undergarments one could possibly buy in a normal store. I'm kinda at the place where I have to just accept what they have and call it mine, if I'd like to buy something to wear under my shirt. And add a 'stretcher' - which is a super sexy add on bit with extra hooks, because I am apparently between sizes - one up will result in me cursing the stupid thing in a week, as it waltzes all over my ribcage, and without the super-hot old-lady accessory, let's just say the current size reveals quite an impressive display of underarm and back 'wings'. Smokin'.
Bleagh. Underwhelming.
On the upside, however, I no longer have to wear safety goggles for protection when I run. So there's that.
On the downside? Well, I no longer have to wear safety goggles for protection when I run, I guess.
So after the BBV debacle, I have tried it again - the buying of the supportive undergarment. Seriously - have they gotten way bigger in the fit, or is it just me? No wait. Don't answer that.
I'm am now just on the edge of being able to shop in a normal store - having to ask for a ridiculously small bandsize (one I wore in junior high, no less) but in an place in the alphabet not usually connected with well, supportive undergarments one could possibly buy in a normal store. I'm kinda at the place where I have to just accept what they have and call it mine, if I'd like to buy something to wear under my shirt. And add a 'stretcher' - which is a super sexy add on bit with extra hooks, because I am apparently between sizes - one up will result in me cursing the stupid thing in a week, as it waltzes all over my ribcage, and without the super-hot old-lady accessory, let's just say the current size reveals quite an impressive display of underarm and back 'wings'. Smokin'.
Bleagh. Underwhelming.
On the upside, however, I no longer have to wear safety goggles for protection when I run. So there's that.
On the downside? Well, I no longer have to wear safety goggles for protection when I run, I guess.
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