production maven

pro•duc'tion n. 1, act of bringing forward. 2, a product of physical or mental labor; esp., a theatrical presentation. ma'ven n. an expert. Also, ma'vin.

Friday, June 25, 2004

Really, really remiss

I have a big apology to make.
Yesterday was Mr. G's birthday. Being the slacker that I have become, I forgot to tell the rest of YOU that it was his thirty-fifth birthday!!! So, without further ado, here is my on-line belated birthday wish.

Happy birthday to the man of my dreams... I never believed in love at first sight until I met you. We make a wonderful team, and I look forward to many more years together. Thank you for doing the things I can't do, like the cat boxes and picking up dead turkey heads from the lawn, and freeing horrible bugs before I squash them. Thank you for crinkling your eyes when you laugh, for being such a loving father to our furry children and for being so excited to become a father to a human child. Thank you for knowing when I need someone to listen, for throwing an arm over me in the middle of the night, and for tolerating my snoring. Thank you for bringing such a wonderful artistic vibe to my life, for being such a dedicated worker for our company, and for being willing to try new things. Thank you for tolerating my demands, for encouraging me to follow my dreams, and for wearing your Krispy Kreme donut hat when you have something serious you have to work on.

To the person who completes me.
Happy birthday, my dear love. I'd like to place an order for at least thirty-five more years. Possible fifty more. Can we make it to our 80s??
(And if I knew how to, I would post a picture of him)

(also, mille grazi for all the happy baby wishes!)


Wednesday, June 23, 2004

Rest easy, now....

OK, I told my bosses, so now I can tell the rest of yous!
I'm having a baby!
We found out in late April (right before my co-worker's wedding, and I had to keep my lip zipped during that whole party and not drink! So hard!), and the baby is due on or around 3 January 2005. No, we're not going to induce to make the tax break. This will be the first grandchild on either side of our families. We've have one ultrasound, because I have a little too much *padding* (ahem!) for our doctor to be able to hear the heartbeat. 2 arm buds, 2 leg buds, good, solid heartbeat, 2.58 cm long. Everything looked good. That was on 3 June. We'll have the next ultrasound some time in August, around 20 weeks.

Mr. G. and I are both very excited, a little scared, and when the dog barks incessantly or one of the cats whines for a few minutes, we have to remind ourselves that those are training noises, that the main event is just around the corner. We both have a very strong feeling that it's a girl. We have started stocking up on diapers. Every month we go to Costco and buy 200+ of them. And wipes. We've registered online for the bare minimum at Babies R Us, in case anyone wants to buy us anything.

Me? I've been feeling fine, a little tired, especially on Thursdays, the day after I get home from Boston. I'm just wiped out. But I'm still working, shamelessly giving out my business card to anyone who will take it. And? The super-fabulous news? I think I'm actually losing weight! (I know, don't get too used to that....) Two people, one of them was my boss, have commented that I look thinner. I think my body's actually figuring out how to metabolize properly. I'd have gotten pregnant years ago if that's the secret. I know, I know, I'll be singing the fat-pregnant-lady blues in no time. At least there's been no puking whatsoever. I have a hard time when I have to pick up cat or dog vomit, but I manage.

I had to wait to tell my bosses because I couldn't remember if there were any co-workers who I had given this blog address too and I didn't want to let the proverbial cat out of the bag. So, that's why I've been grouchy and tired. Now you know! If you hadn't already figured it out. It's a new challenge / time in my life. I am excited, and a little terrified. Thanks for your support! I feel like a huge monkey is off my back now. It was hard keeping it a secret. This is going to be a major party of my life. I don't want to fib about it.


Friday, June 11, 2004

varied ramblings

Here are a few things I've been thinking about today so far (and it's only 9:56am):

- Last night Mr. G. and I watched the video from our rehersal dinner, and in the very first shot, there were three people who have died since our wedding (in 1999). His father (November, 1999), my grandmother (January, 2003) and his friend Dave (May?, 2004). How strange is that? Also, in that first shot, were my aunt and uncle, who have not spoken to my father in something like three years because I suspect my aunt hit menopause and the crazy tree on the same day. So they are estranged from my family, which sucks (and that renders them kind of "dead to me" which also sucks, because they were a lot of fun). And my cousin was there, with her very pregnant belly. Her pregnant belly translated to her son Michael, who will be 5 this November. It's weird how things change in only five years. Mr. G.'s grandfather has also passed since our wedding, but he wasn't in that shot. Also, Mr. G. and I noted how much we've both aged since our wedding.

- So far this morning I have read all of my favorite blogs and daily checks for websites, had some Special K with strawberries (the real ones, not the mummified ones that they sell in the box, ick), and had a staring contest with our shepherd. It's a dominance thing. The staring, not the cereal. Mr. G. had to distract her so that she looked away first, or I suspect we'd still be eye-to-eye, and my contacts would be falling out.

- We went on a local AM radio yesterday and I was shameless about self-promoting our business. When our little segment was over, three people rushed up to us and asked for our business cards. I love that. Then we got paid by our client who was hosting the free radio time, then we got free sticky buns. Does it get much better than that? Then we got home and Mr. G. got a return call from a company who was looking for freelancers. He's meeting with them next week. That could be excellent. And I took a nap at 4, until 6:30. Then I couldn't sleep last night. My right shoulder is being an asshole, and I have no idea why. I haven't traumatized her lately.

- I am procrastinating taking anything out for dinner, but I don't want to go out for dinner either. I am a very complex woman today.

- I am also a trendsetter. You know about those "right hand rings" that DeBeers and Hollywood are promoting? Well, I had mine LAST SEPTEMBER because Mr. G. is so nice to me. I was whining and complaining that my right hand was all jealous of my adorned left hand, what with the engagement ring and wedding band and all, and when we went to NYC last summer, we found something scrumptious. And then when we refinanced our house and had some left over monies, I got some bling and Mr. G. got some new skis. Equal trade, in my book. So, Hollywood and the diamond industry, kiss my ASS. I had mine before you decided it was cool.

- I am also extremely unmotivated lately (although this is the second post this week!). I have not been going for my walks or doing anything physical. I am just too tired. I should get back into it though. My mind and body knows that I'll have more energy if I walk. Unfortunately, the will is stronger than the mind or the body, and the will says NO. I will make a concerted effort to get out there today. It's beautiful weather, too. I am just a slacker. And you will note that there are no links to anything in my posts lately - also a side-effect of the lazy.

Are you bored yet? I'm really glad it's Friday. Now I have to go pester someone about getting something to me quick-quick, and then I think I will actually do some work. It's 10:11 and I feel like I've been up for DAYS.


Tuesday, June 08, 2004

really? you mean that? you sure?

This morning, on my drive down to Boston, I saw a pretty hilarious, if not slightly confusing, set of bumper stickers on a fellow commuter. I love bumper stickers. For the most part. I love the funny ones, I chortle at the slightly gross ones, and I get outraged - of course - at the radical right-wing ones. I think they're a fun reflection on who owns the car in front of you. And they are also an excellent excuse to mad dog someone if you don't like their political/religious/whatever statements that they have so proudly stickered onto their car.

Today, though, was a little bit of a stimied message.
One sticker said Question Authority
OK, I like that one, it's a classic, like Kill Your Television and My Karma Ran Over Your Dogma
The other one, though, said Marines

Which is it, chief? Are you questioning the authorities? Or are you being Semper Fi to the man?

I thought about that one for a long time. I still don't have a good answer, other than to pull up behind them when they're done, sit them down, and explain to them the sheer mayhem and confusion that they are promoting, by having both stickers on the same car. I understand that one owner might have put the Marines one on, and the next owner or pacifist son or daughter put the Question Authority one on later, to piss Mom and/or Dad off. Who knows.

I had a great one, when I was into the stickers. It said What Part of No Don't You Understand
Simple, right?
Someone says no to something you're doing, you listen to them and stop doing whatever it is that is unpleasant for them.
My grandmother had a really hard time wrapping her mind around that one. "What do you mean, what part of no don't you understand? It's a simple, elementary word."
So then I had to explain to her that, say, if someone was being sexually violated, and they were saying "no, no, no" and their violator was not stopping, it was kind of pointing out that, sometimes, people don't stop doing something because you say no.
She still didn't get it. For about twelve years, she didn't get it. And now she's gone, and I doubt she was enlightened about getting it, on her death bed.

Anyway, I'm kind of running out of steam here. What stickers to you like to see when you're driving on the roads? Have you ever stared someone down because of the sheer ignorance ("It's a child, not a choice") that they are proclaiming? Have you ever honked and given someone the thumbs up signal because you agreed with their statement? Curious minds want to know.

And, George Bush = NO.


Thursday, June 03, 2004

Sorry, Sorry

Once again, I slacked, and I apologize. There is still something VERY big and VERY exciting and VERY secret that I must with-hold from my six loyal readers. You'll know about it after 23 June. I promise. I'm sure you're all going to be waiting with baited breath. Mr. G. does already know though. So he's in with the in crowd.

We had a nice Memorial Day weekend, the weather finally cooperated and it was really lovely out there. We got some gardening done and had some friends up from Manhattan. It was nice, I was in a grouchy mood, so I was not-so-nice, but we did have a lovely cook-out with another couple. So that was fun. And I was nice during the cook-out. I made potato salad. Tis the season! At least the sun was out. A lot.

This weekend we will be putting our garden in. I think that's about all I want to do this weekend. However, we also have our gourmet club dinner. "Gourmet club?", you say. "How snooty of you." Trust me, it's not what you think, unfortunately, but it is a great way of meeting people and getting some cooking done. Here's how it's done. Every three months, we get a postcard with a list of 3 or sometimes 4 other couple's names (singletons can join too) and a theme. The theme is a country or locale. So far we've done Germany, Canada, the Mid West, South America, Turkey, and some more but I can't remember what they are. Everyone gets together and plans the menu and the date and who's going to bring what, and then we gather on the pre-determined date with our contribution and eat together. It's very civilized, although it's not very "Gourmet" in the strictest sense of the word. Sometimes it's downright funky. I mean, come on. We had meat pies for the Canadian dinner. Um, yuck? For Germany, though, I rocked the house. I made a venison roast with peppercorns and some kind of fancy reduction sauce. It was scrumptious. This time the theme is Hawaii. I am making hor's d'oevres. Curry puffs and Chicken Satay. This means I'll be searching madly for a tube of tamarind paste, in central Vermont, for the satay sauce. Do I know how to party, or what??? At least there will be some yummy frozen tropical drinks present. And I'll get to be frying - deep frying - things on Sunday until right before the dinner. I don't know how I'll pull that one off. I'll let you know.

I am having one of those days when I really love working from home, because I really honestly think I need more sleep, so I might go back upstairs for an hour or so. Work is slow, so I can do that.

Also, Secret Agent Jo made me an awesome secret agent medallion, but I'm not sophisticated enough to know how to put it on this blog, so I'll get back to you on that. Thank you, Jo!!

OK. Gotta go. Sleep calls. After I call some clients and beg for work. More later.