Corporate America is a Different Planet from Stay-at-home Housewives Who Used to be Teachers

June 30, 2006

The commute for the new job isn’t bad. So far the longest it has ever taken is 25 minutes. This is great given that the average commute in LA can be up to 90 minutes long. That said, my husband is only driving 10 miles, it isn’t like we live in the Valley or the High Desert.

On Saturday we had to go into the city to Brooks Brothers. It is across the street from my husband’s office, so I got to see the new stomping grounds. As we entered the parking garage there wasn’t any automated ticket machines, but down the ramp was a man who instructed us to park “beside the Beemer there.” It was a clean, well-lit garage. The elevator entry was upscale, and there was a washroom –not your average public washroom!– beside the elevator in the garage level. Up the elevator and onto the ground level I felt like I was in a movie working some swanky downtown job. On the street my husband pointed out the sights.

“There’s the Ernst & Young building, Matt’s company.”
“There’s the tallest building in Los Angeles.”
“That’s my building, Manulife, right there” and it really was right there “and there’s the Jonathan Club beside it. Neither building is the tallest in the city, but my building is tall enough to have an express elevator that goes directly to the top half.”

As an internal employee he gets free parking, but the parking lot in his building is full so they’re paying his valet parking at the Jonathan Club. But they won’t pay for his car wash, we have to give the club our credit card number for them to wash the car. (sigh)

After his first day at work they had an after-work celebration at none other than the Standard, a swanky executive hotspot.

I hardly knew this world existed, I thought it was reserved for the super-highrollers on wall street and in the movies. For all the bashing coporate America endures, there is a redeeming feature: money. That sounds bad from the outside, but on the inside it means I’m going to see a dentist for the first time in 8 years, and we’re both getting new glasses.


Just Call Child Services in Advance

June 30, 2006

Little Red has really taken to my old Cabbage Patch Kid, toting it around the house, kissing it, and changing it’s diaper. It’s really sweet to see him be so protective to the baby. I thought this would be a great continuation of our lessons with real babies, to be kind and gentle. And since I’ve told him every day since he was born that he would not be an only child I thought this would be a great extension.

But the Cabbage Patch Kid is a toy, so it doesn’t always get the gentle treatment. One day after playing in the crib with the baby he decided he was done, and threw the doll out of the crib as he does his other toys. Ooooh, we don’t throw babies. Unfortunately, after being told not to, he did it again a few more times, and received a time out — a rarity saved only for big things.

A couple of days later, as we were cleaning up and getting him ready for bed, my husband picked up the Cabbage Patch Kid and tossed it down the stairs, with Little Red in plain view of the infraction. yikes! When Little Red is a big brother he’s never going to be out of my sight!

I think it’s naptime . . .

June 29, 2006

I think it’s naptime.

Actually, naptime was several hours ago.

But as said nap has not yet occured, it is still naptime and will remain thus until the situation is rectified.

That means it’s naptime. It is the time of the naps. It is that special time during the day when every mother can breathe a sigh of relief (right before she realizes that the list of things she must do during the nap is far greater than her ability to do so and the time alloted.)

I think it’s naptime.

Someone needs to call the labour board. My contract clearly states that there must be at least one break during the day.

I know he’s tired. We’ve been up since 5:30 this morning. We’ve been out on two walks, and had a friend over here to play. I know he can’t be hungry, he’s eaten almost as much as me today. I know he’s tired. It’s naptime. Don’t we get naps around here? Who’s big idea was this anyway?!

I think it’s naptime. Isn’t it naptime? I’m pretty sure it’s naptime. Yes, it is that time. What time is it? Naptime. Are you sure I don’t recall oh yes it’s naptime I think it’s naptime isn’t it naptime I’m pretty sure it’s naptime don’t we get naps around here isn’t it naptime i’m pretty sure it’s naptime yes it is that time what time is it it’s naptime are you sure i dont recall oh yes its naptime i think its naptime isnt it
naptime im pretty sure it’snaptimeitsnaptimedontwegetnapsaround

Week in Review

June 29, 2006

Monday – 2 year anniversary of my husband’s old job, also the proposed starting date of the job in Detroit.

Tuesday – last day at my husband’s old job.

Wednesday – first day of my husband’s new job, my first day carless and parenting solo. (We did surprisingly well — but Little Red took a 4 hour nap so our successful first day is not necessarily indicative of things to come. Come bedtime and Daddy still wasn’t home, he did have a meltdown.)

Thursday – Little Red is 19 months old!

This Video Needs No Introduction

June 27, 2006

This video has been deleted due to technical difficulties, it can be found here. A couple of days after I posted it the scientists performed the same thing on the Today Show.

Truly, Madly, Deeply Gross

June 23, 2006

There he sat, dipping his peanut butter covered bread into his water.

Child of the Yukon

June 22, 2006

Mum sent me this link this morning. Not only is my brother’s friend credited for the cover photo this week, but it appears my good friend Janelle is the columnist for Venue Venue (and she wrote a few other columns, too.) I know the guitarist who’s album was reviewed, and I recognized a couple other names as well.

Yes, living in the Yukon can sometimes be depressing; yes, the winters are long. Yes, living in a small community has it’s disadvantages.

But there is always something going on if you want to get involved, and the Yukon is not just any small community. As I read through What’s Up Yukon this morning I’m reminded of all the reasons I love the Yukon. It makes me a little homesick. It also makes me realize how much of the Yukon I’ve taken with me. I’m trying to teach my son to be active in cultural, sporting, and community events, we go out and do something every day. And I have made a comprehensive list of the free days at every museum in Los Angeles.

It doesn’t replace rolling in the snow and jumping into the Hot Springs, and no matter where we go, we don’t get a concert of throat singing, but it’s something. And when you’re homesick, something means a lot.