Sunday, October 30, 2005

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Ebay

Since my dear brother regularly posts about what he's bidding on, I thought I'd do the same. I bid on a great Gymboree goldfish outfit, complete with dress, shirt, sweater, socks, shoes, and hat. (We have the Gymboree goldfish overalls and I love them, but they are growing shorter by the minute, it seems.) Alas, it has now gone out of my price range. I'm also bidding on (and still winning) a lot of about six or seven baby toys. And a Christmas gift about which I will not go into detail.

Pomegranate

For those in the greater Seattle area, I just discovered a great place to have breakfast (and, I'm told, other meals). The Pomegranate Bistro in Redmond. The food I had was excellent, though the portions were a bit stingy for the price. Highly recommended.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

Oh, grow up.

Barbie clothes for adults? How juvenile do they think we are?

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Anonymity

At times I wish that I hadn't told my friends and family that this was me writing this stuff. If no one knew who I was, I could write about things like finances and Christmas gifts. For example, I could report progress on the pair of socks that I was knitting for my little sister for Christmas (no, none of you are getting socks... at least, if you are I haven't planned it yet). Or I could just vent some of my frustrations and not worry about people getting offended or offering help.

But why do I hate to be helped? I usually need help, and always appreciate receiving help. I suppose it's because I tend toward perfectionism and I want to be able to do it all myself.

I have become one of those weird crunchy granola people.

I avoid MSG, artificial coloring and flavorings, gluten, dairy, soy, and I may cut out eggs as well. I read labels like a hawk. My only redeeming factor is that I do this not for myself but for my daughter. I suppose I ended up like this because I used to scorn people who were concerned about buying organic, unprocessed foods. Sigh. Now I just have to try not to analyze all my friend's diets and to keep quiet about their food choices.

But should I speak up, if I truly believe that something they are eating is harmful?

Because real fish just aren't good enough.

A London aquarium now has robotic fish on display.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Eww.

Check this out. I found it on "I Need a Life!"

Arachnophobia

My sister found this very interesting website about spiders, mostly dispelling various myths regarding them. I apologize for my earlier post about spiders coming in from the cold. I was wrong.

Excuses, excuses

1) I have a seven-month old.

2) My life consists mainly of feeding the baby, changing the baby, playing with the baby, and putting the baby to sleep. How exciting is that?

This is why I rarely post anything.