Thanks, Crappy Economy!

I just got back to my desk after my annual performance review with my supervisor. According to my evaluation (and I have it in writing), I consistently exceed expectations and I deserve a raise and a promotion--but I won't get one this year.

Thanks, crappy economy!

For my daughter

Twinkle, twinkle, skinny thighs,
How I marvel at your size!
You are small, sweet, and tiny.
Oh, how I love your little hiney!

Friday funny

I identify lately with the "people with so little to say" designation above... but without the implied "so much time on their hands" that makes drivel-blogging so rampant. I have missed the blog, and the comments, and the conversations that precipitate from good posts--and I'll be back to it soon, I promise. For now, just know that I am thinking of you.

Lost Generation

Simple pleasures, late spring edition

1) One of the vendors at the farmers' market tonight had a sign up advertising "Buttcrunch Lettuce."

2) Feeding the kids fresh local strawberries in the car on the way home from the market. They Could. Not. Wait. I tore the green tops off with my teeth and spat them out on the floor as I handed the luscious berries behind me, eyes still on the road. Each berry elicited a "thank you" from the backseat, along with a "please" requesting another.

3) At dinner, Mae said, "Mmmmmmmm, asparagus!" (It sounded like "Spare Gus.")

Giving of Myself

For many years, bone marrow donation has been on my personal "To Do" list. Now that I'm done having babies and breastfeeding (barring any unforeseen seismic shifts in Ted's and my thinking on the topic), I feel like I'm entering a stage in my life (and in the lives of my other family members) when I could actually follow through with that dream.

Last night, though, a conversation with a friend got me thinking about becoming an egg donor. I've been so blessed with easy conception, textbook-normal pregnancies, and two healthy (not to mention incredibly attractive, if you ask me) babies. It breaks my heart to know that so many couples lack what has come so easily to me, and I'm pretty sure I have hundreds of thousands of healthy oocytes in my ovaries, just going to waste--positively languishing behind the iron curtain that is my IUD.

I wonder if I could do both, say, in the next five years? Am I crazy?

Ten minutes of research revealed that you have to be 34 or younger to donate eggs, and I turn 33 next Sunday. I guess a little soul-searching is in order for the holiday weekend...

HBTD, Part II

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I was told that the video I uploaded via Picasa (below) didn't want to come out and play... so here. Let's see if the flickr version will load.