Monday, June 29, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Indian food, 30th birthdays, visitors, and travelers.
Summer is moving by quickly. The weather finally broke today; for the past couple of weeks, we've been dealing with humid, 100+ degree weather non-stop. Mid-80s feels like bliss. Aaron's out mowing the lawn, and I've been reading my Indian and Thai recipe books all morning. It's been a nice day so far.
Dad and Maria were in town last week - it was great to see them. I felt bad that their visit coincided with hellacious temperatures and more severe weather, but they are troopers! I was home Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, and got to spend time with them.
I turned 30 on Thursday (I'm officially an old person), and the five of us went out to my favorite Indian restaurant. The food may be delicious, but the rest of the India Palace experience is invariably a complete train wreck. I've come to love the quirkiness of the complete mishmash of waiters, misplaced orders, wrong food, and absolute mayhem that is India Palace. Aaron doesn't embrace the 'quirkiness' quite as much as I do. I believe he labels it 'bad service'. Beanie contributed to the evening by chucking Aaron's full beer off of the table and throwing the naan all over the floor, so it was understandable that he was losing patience by the end of the celebration. India Palace... always an adventure.
Being 30 has been fine so far. I can't really do much about it, and that helps a little! Finally, I have something to blame my scatter-brainedness on. Age. ;-)
We're going to Kinsman, OH later this week for five days. It's been forever since we've been in Kinsman during the summer (three years), and we're really looking forward to it. We're flying into Cleveland on Wednesday night. I'm a little apprehensive about the flight - it'll be the first time we've flown with Cecilia, and I hate flying in general. Driving 15 hours as the only alternative seems like a pretty crummy option, though, so I'm going to deal with the less-painful flight.
The last time I was on a flight was to go to Phoenix in April, and it was a rough flight. The plane was bouncing all over the place, and I could feel my blood pressure steadily climbing until it must have been 200. It was awful. All I can think about during flights like that are plane crashes.
I was sitting next to a very talkative lady about my age, and it was obvious the flight was not bothering her at all. She had waaaay too much energy. My white knuckles and green gills must have given away my fear of flying, because we started talking about it. She was very talkative, and not very subtle, and she asked: "What is it about flying that you don't like? Are you a control freak?" So, I responded that I didn't like the idea of dying just yet, and no, I wasn't a control freak. The first part was true, the second was an outright lie. Seriously, I'm an engineer. I'm pretty sure it's a pre-req to be a complete control nut. Since then, I've thought a lot about her blunt question, and I've come to the conclusion that confronting the fact that I am a control freak does not help my fear of flying. Valium, on the other hand, just might.
Dad and Maria were in town last week - it was great to see them. I felt bad that their visit coincided with hellacious temperatures and more severe weather, but they are troopers! I was home Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, and got to spend time with them.
I turned 30 on Thursday (I'm officially an old person), and the five of us went out to my favorite Indian restaurant. The food may be delicious, but the rest of the India Palace experience is invariably a complete train wreck. I've come to love the quirkiness of the complete mishmash of waiters, misplaced orders, wrong food, and absolute mayhem that is India Palace. Aaron doesn't embrace the 'quirkiness' quite as much as I do. I believe he labels it 'bad service'. Beanie contributed to the evening by chucking Aaron's full beer off of the table and throwing the naan all over the floor, so it was understandable that he was losing patience by the end of the celebration. India Palace... always an adventure.
Being 30 has been fine so far. I can't really do much about it, and that helps a little! Finally, I have something to blame my scatter-brainedness on. Age. ;-)
We're going to Kinsman, OH later this week for five days. It's been forever since we've been in Kinsman during the summer (three years), and we're really looking forward to it. We're flying into Cleveland on Wednesday night. I'm a little apprehensive about the flight - it'll be the first time we've flown with Cecilia, and I hate flying in general. Driving 15 hours as the only alternative seems like a pretty crummy option, though, so I'm going to deal with the less-painful flight.
The last time I was on a flight was to go to Phoenix in April, and it was a rough flight. The plane was bouncing all over the place, and I could feel my blood pressure steadily climbing until it must have been 200. It was awful. All I can think about during flights like that are plane crashes.
I was sitting next to a very talkative lady about my age, and it was obvious the flight was not bothering her at all. She had waaaay too much energy. My white knuckles and green gills must have given away my fear of flying, because we started talking about it. She was very talkative, and not very subtle, and she asked: "What is it about flying that you don't like? Are you a control freak?" So, I responded that I didn't like the idea of dying just yet, and no, I wasn't a control freak. The first part was true, the second was an outright lie. Seriously, I'm an engineer. I'm pretty sure it's a pre-req to be a complete control nut. Since then, I've thought a lot about her blunt question, and I've come to the conclusion that confronting the fact that I am a control freak does not help my fear of flying. Valium, on the other hand, just might.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Summer is in full swing. I've been keeping pretty busy at work and at home... I guess that's good. For all our busy-ness, it seems like I should have more to write about. Funny how that tends to work.
Ceci is doing well. She's getting pretty close to turning 10 months old already. She's getting two teeth at the same time (number 5 and 6), and that has ruffled her feathers a little bit the last couple of days. She got over a pretty nasty bug this week; she had been feeling crummy for about 13 days! We were all glad that she started feeling better - dealing with her teething is far, far easier than virus symptoms. Plus, her toothy grin is unbelieveably adorable.
Among other things, one thing that came from our visit to Children's was something called hip-helpers. Ceci is now sporting some super-stylin black lycra bike shorts with a seam between the two pant legs. :-) They're intended to help keep her from being "froggy-legged" all the time, and theoretically will help her learn to crawl, and will help her roll easier. Personally, I think the good doctor just likes old-school bike shorts. Ceci is not a fan. She apparently is quite fond of her froggy-stance - either that, or she really hates the bike shorts. Either way, I can't really blame her!
Ceci is doing well. She's getting pretty close to turning 10 months old already. She's getting two teeth at the same time (number 5 and 6), and that has ruffled her feathers a little bit the last couple of days. She got over a pretty nasty bug this week; she had been feeling crummy for about 13 days! We were all glad that she started feeling better - dealing with her teething is far, far easier than virus symptoms. Plus, her toothy grin is unbelieveably adorable.
Among other things, one thing that came from our visit to Children's was something called hip-helpers. Ceci is now sporting some super-stylin black lycra bike shorts with a seam between the two pant legs. :-) They're intended to help keep her from being "froggy-legged" all the time, and theoretically will help her learn to crawl, and will help her roll easier. Personally, I think the good doctor just likes old-school bike shorts. Ceci is not a fan. She apparently is quite fond of her froggy-stance - either that, or she really hates the bike shorts. Either way, I can't really blame her!
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