So I have been in North Carolina for a little over a month now, and I've been actively nannying for a little over 3 weeks. I have a few observations, a few pros and cons, if you will.
Pro: Baby G is one of the gosh darn cutest babies on this whole entire planet. That makes him a whole lot easier to deal with when he's being a toad baby. Or punching me in the throat. (This will be addressed below)
Con: Barf. I'm pretty sure every shirt I've ever worn and come into contact with Baby G has barf on it. Babies barf all the time. And they smell like sour milk. If you haven't had the fortune to experience sour milk barf smell, let me tell you that it isn't one of the more appetizing smells on the planet. It's pretty much revolting.
Pro: Freaking cute pajamas. What is it about baby footy pajamas with little tiny feet waving around in them? What is it about cute babies that makes you want to eat them? That is the real question of the day. Those of you who have babies or have taken care of babies know what I mean. Those tiny little cute toes? They are made to be nommed.
Con: Getting elbowed in the throat by a thrashing baby. Nothing makes me more aggravated than getting sucker punched in the throat. Really, Baby G? You just earned yourself a time out in the swing so Auntie Lauren can check if her vocal cords still work. And her esophagus.
Pro: Clean baby smell. When Baby G gets out of the bath, he smells so delicious! And every now and then, if the moon is aligned with Venus and someone breathed something sweet on the baby's head, he smells like Cocoa Puffs. Ah, heavens, there is nothing better than a baby Cocoa Puff head.
Con: Poop. I don't mean to offend your delicate sensibilities with talk of poop, but let's just say that diapers can be messy and you better be quick to notice that the diaper is full, or else you'll be washing poop out of the baby's pants, onesie, hair, your clothes, and anything else the baby managed to come into contact with when Poop-ageddon stuck. The Poop-ocalypse. The Poop-splosion. It's bad, guys.
Pro: Smiles and laughs. Sleep smiles, specifically, are the absolute sweetest. They make you forget that you just managed to get a tasmanian devil to sleep, and if anyone wakes that baby they're dead to you. And that rare, but fantastic belly laugh is to die for! I challenge you not to burst out laughing at the baby who thinks you're so hilarious they can't help but laugh from their soul.
Con: Waking up in the middle of the night. There is nothing more difficult than convincing yourself to get out of bed in the middle of a REM cycle. However, there is no better and more effective alarm clock than a baby.
Pro: Post-nap soggy baby. One of the sweetest things is a post-nap baby, when he's gotten a full nap in. Then he's happy and soggy and he just wants to lay on your shoulder or press his face against yours and he's just as sweet as can be.
So there are pros and cons to being a nanny, and this isn't by any means a comprehensive list, but throat punching, barf, and poop aside, It's a pretty great gig.
Friday, August 31, 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
The Time Has Come.
It's time to come clean. It's time to be transparent.
I, Lauren, have a bully. I've barely been here for a month and already I'm being targeted relentlessly. I rarely leave the house due to the nature of my job, but it doesn't matter. My bully attacks me in my own home.
But it's time to come clean. It's time to expose this bully for the menace it is.
My bully.... is North Carolina.
See, at first I thought we could be friends. It is really very pretty. I complimented it. I appreciated it's rustic, natural beauty. However it was to no avail. North Carolina had it out for me from the moment I got here. My very first day here it decided to put on a show of sheer force in an attempt at intimidation. This took the form of a severe thunderstorm that was essentially right above the house and it knocked out power for a while (including the TV! Horror!) It didn't work, though. I saw right through the ploy. I stood my ground.
North Carolina has tried similar tricks since. One in particular was quite impressive. In the middle of a storm, the sky grew bright orange. I'd never seen such a sky. It threw an orange cast on absolutely everything. the air looked thick with it. Apparently, for those in the know, a bright orange sky means threat of hail. That was my first death threat from North Carolina. It was ready and willing to pummel me to the ground with hail.
It's latest tactics have been more insidious. More ingenious. More fatal.... I don't know what I've done to make North Carolina rage against me so, but it's decided that I must be expelled, excised, gotten rid of once and for all.
Lately it's been attacking inside the house. Via my allergies.
I've been faithfully taking my Zyrtec, don't get me wrong. I know I have allergies and do everything I can to make life easier for myself. But by golly North Carolina is a relentless foe. There is just wave after wave of attacks upon my sinuses. I can't even count how many tissues I've gone through. How many sneezes I've sneezed. And the tissues! Oh the tissues! I know I mentioned them twice, but they haunt me. Always needed, and rarely within reach. North Carolina has found my weakness. But, like you are supposed to do with bullies, I will stand firm against the onslaught. I will not allow myself to be forcibly removed from this state and my job.
So, BRING IT, North Carolina! You don't scare me.
I, Lauren, have a bully. I've barely been here for a month and already I'm being targeted relentlessly. I rarely leave the house due to the nature of my job, but it doesn't matter. My bully attacks me in my own home.
But it's time to come clean. It's time to expose this bully for the menace it is.
My bully.... is North Carolina.
See, at first I thought we could be friends. It is really very pretty. I complimented it. I appreciated it's rustic, natural beauty. However it was to no avail. North Carolina had it out for me from the moment I got here. My very first day here it decided to put on a show of sheer force in an attempt at intimidation. This took the form of a severe thunderstorm that was essentially right above the house and it knocked out power for a while (including the TV! Horror!) It didn't work, though. I saw right through the ploy. I stood my ground.
North Carolina has tried similar tricks since. One in particular was quite impressive. In the middle of a storm, the sky grew bright orange. I'd never seen such a sky. It threw an orange cast on absolutely everything. the air looked thick with it. Apparently, for those in the know, a bright orange sky means threat of hail. That was my first death threat from North Carolina. It was ready and willing to pummel me to the ground with hail.
It's latest tactics have been more insidious. More ingenious. More fatal.... I don't know what I've done to make North Carolina rage against me so, but it's decided that I must be expelled, excised, gotten rid of once and for all.
Lately it's been attacking inside the house. Via my allergies.
I've been faithfully taking my Zyrtec, don't get me wrong. I know I have allergies and do everything I can to make life easier for myself. But by golly North Carolina is a relentless foe. There is just wave after wave of attacks upon my sinuses. I can't even count how many tissues I've gone through. How many sneezes I've sneezed. And the tissues! Oh the tissues! I know I mentioned them twice, but they haunt me. Always needed, and rarely within reach. North Carolina has found my weakness. But, like you are supposed to do with bullies, I will stand firm against the onslaught. I will not allow myself to be forcibly removed from this state and my job.
So, BRING IT, North Carolina! You don't scare me.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
The Sturdy Kind That Doesn't Mind the Snow!!!!
So for those of you who know me, you know I ABSO-FREAKING-LUTELY ADORE CHRISTMAS. Well, since Pinterest is a magical wonderland of all things awesome and frightening, I am having Christmas-in-August Syndrome. The Holidays and Events category is my favorite place to hang out and one of my favorite boards to review and see all of my wonderful pin ideas that I will probably never utilize and/or make but tell myself that I will. (Frightening due to the large numbers of spider related Hallowing things, and creepy fake dead things) Ahh Pinterest. How do I love thee, let me pin the ways....
Anyway, back to Christmas-in-August. Do you wonder if you have contracted this particular affliction? If so, darling, I am here to help. Please note if you are experiencing any of the following symptoms, particularly in the month of August:
Merry Christmas-in-August to all, and to all a good night!!!
Anyway, back to Christmas-in-August. Do you wonder if you have contracted this particular affliction? If so, darling, I am here to help. Please note if you are experiencing any of the following symptoms, particularly in the month of August:
- You sing your favorite Christmas songs to the baby for whom you nanny to instill in him the Christmas Spirit. (Oh, is that just me?)
- You methodically go through your iTunes Christmas playlist perfecting the mix of Christmas songs to highlight the cheer and wonder and awesomeness of Christmas. (Note: It's a Spike Jones Christmas, John Denver and the Muppets' A Christmas Together, Martina McBride's White Christmas, and Celene Dion's These are the Special Times are the Christmas soundtracks of my life)
- You make a mental list of all of your favorite Christmas movies and have to stop yourself from watching all of them all the time. (6 different versions of A Christmas Carol? Thank you, Mom for that passion)
- You pin multiple Christmas-themed wreaths. WHO NEEDS THAT MANY WREATHS?! But really, I'm going to put a wreath on every door.
- You plan out Christmas traditions for when you someday one day have a family and can make your own traditions.
- You have dreams about being in Christmas programs. (True story. Except the song we sang was called "Forever" and it was about Japanese business transactions. Whaaaaat????)
- You daydream of snow and snuggling into blankets and sweaters and drinking hot cocoa and cider.
- You do an Amazon search for Uggs, which you have been ardently against your entire life.
- You can't even possibly wait to start wrapping and bowing presents.
Merry Christmas-in-August to all, and to all a good night!!!
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
An Expose on Gainesville
After living in Gainesville for just almost a year now, I have been able to observe the culture and the people from an outsider's point of view, giving what may be a much needed perspective to the oddities and eccentricities of the city. So without further ado, and in no particular order, here are:
1. If you are an FSU fan, you take your life into your hands by making it known.
2. The whole city pulses to the heartbeat of the University. Businesses close for UF's Homecoming game. (It happened at my job and we got a paid holiday for it!)
3. It is an unwritten rule that everyone is expected to wear orange and blue the Friday before a game, regardless of student status.
4. It is perfectly acceptable and encouraged to wear an entire outfit composed of orange and blue, regardless of the presence of a university logo. Also, if you want to blend into the crowd and not stand out, just wear orange and blue. You'll look like everyone else.
5. It is perfectly acceptable and encouraged to paint your business orange and blue
6. If you have to go anywhere on game day, just don't. You won't make it.
7. The coolest and most worthwhile experiences in Gainesville are often free - The Free Friday music series in the summer, the various Farmer's Markets, The Natural History Museum, Gator Nights, etc.
8. The best pizza ever is at Satchel's where you can sit in a VW bus and eat fantastic pizza - and everyone in Gainesville knows it.
9. Everyone has a warped sense of time and distance if they have lived here over a year. Anything beyond a 5-10 minute drive from the house is "too far."
10. No one moves to Gainesville if they aren't somehow in some way affiliated with the University. Gator born and bred, employed, student, dating a student, etc. Gainesville has very little to offer those who care nothing about the University.
Bonus: If you mention your complete apathy regarding the school or absolutely any of the sports it prides itself in, you will be considered a strange and dangerous person who should be regarded with extreme caution. You are obviously a spy sent to gather secrets.
Bonus 2: There are extremely subtle differences between UF's orange and blue and Auburn's orange and blue. Everyone will tell you they are completely different, but they aren't. They're pretty much the same. I just needed to speak the truth into your life. I may now be pummelled in the street after I post this, so pray for my safety.
Bonus 3: Gainesville is a literal swamp. Call it irony, call it poor city planning. Literal swamp, and it feels like it in the summer. You can swim to your destination.
In short, living in a college town both creeped me out and intrigued me. The pride runs so deep! The support is so strong! The expectations are so high! The orange and blue so abundant! (Also, no one ever EVER says blue and orange. No idea why. Always orange and blue, IN THAT ORDER) I liked it and I hated it. I'll be glad I'm gone and I'll miss it. But I don't think I'll be settling down in a college town anytime soon. :)
The Top Ten Things I Learned While Living in Gainesville:
1. If you are an FSU fan, you take your life into your hands by making it known.
2. The whole city pulses to the heartbeat of the University. Businesses close for UF's Homecoming game. (It happened at my job and we got a paid holiday for it!)
3. It is an unwritten rule that everyone is expected to wear orange and blue the Friday before a game, regardless of student status.
4. It is perfectly acceptable and encouraged to wear an entire outfit composed of orange and blue, regardless of the presence of a university logo. Also, if you want to blend into the crowd and not stand out, just wear orange and blue. You'll look like everyone else.
5. It is perfectly acceptable and encouraged to paint your business orange and blue
6. If you have to go anywhere on game day, just don't. You won't make it.
7. The coolest and most worthwhile experiences in Gainesville are often free - The Free Friday music series in the summer, the various Farmer's Markets, The Natural History Museum, Gator Nights, etc.
8. The best pizza ever is at Satchel's where you can sit in a VW bus and eat fantastic pizza - and everyone in Gainesville knows it.
9. Everyone has a warped sense of time and distance if they have lived here over a year. Anything beyond a 5-10 minute drive from the house is "too far."
10. No one moves to Gainesville if they aren't somehow in some way affiliated with the University. Gator born and bred, employed, student, dating a student, etc. Gainesville has very little to offer those who care nothing about the University.
Bonus: If you mention your complete apathy regarding the school or absolutely any of the sports it prides itself in, you will be considered a strange and dangerous person who should be regarded with extreme caution. You are obviously a spy sent to gather secrets.
Bonus 2: There are extremely subtle differences between UF's orange and blue and Auburn's orange and blue. Everyone will tell you they are completely different, but they aren't. They're pretty much the same. I just needed to speak the truth into your life. I may now be pummelled in the street after I post this, so pray for my safety.
Bonus 3: Gainesville is a literal swamp. Call it irony, call it poor city planning. Literal swamp, and it feels like it in the summer. You can swim to your destination.
In short, living in a college town both creeped me out and intrigued me. The pride runs so deep! The support is so strong! The expectations are so high! The orange and blue so abundant! (Also, no one ever EVER says blue and orange. No idea why. Always orange and blue, IN THAT ORDER) I liked it and I hated it. I'll be glad I'm gone and I'll miss it. But I don't think I'll be settling down in a college town anytime soon. :)
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Taaake Ooon Meeee (Take on me!) Taaaake Meee Oooonn!!
Name that 80s song. (Come on, its really easy)
It's been a good while since this happened, but I just got around to feeling like posting. Cause I had lots of important things to do. Like cook dinner and watch movies and sleep. And Pin things.
I'm lazy.
ANYWAY, a couple weeks ago, Jason and I went on a double date with some charming friends who just got together. (we approve of this pairing!) We decided to be adventurous and go rock climbing!!! Wooo!!!!
Confession: I was pretty terrified before we actually got there. And then I was just scared. And then I started climbing and I got terrified again. But that's a story for a little bit later.
We had to wait for our belay class, so we started out with some Bouldering. This is essentially rock climbing for which you don't need a harness or belaying device, or even partner. All of the walls are pretty short and (in my completely uneducated in rock climbing things opinion) seems to require more skill and strength to maneuver than the walls do. There is a tunnel where you are expected to be able to climb to the top upside down. UPSIDE DOWN! Here's Jason, to demonstrate:
And here's me, to demonstrate that I can at least get upside down even if I can't do anything else from there:
Finally, it was time to take our class. The four of us were in a class with three other couples (It was a 2 for one deal with the entrance fee, and also you have to have two people to do any sort of belaying). I don't mean to brag, but we definitely were super awesome and caught on incredibly quickly. For example, the guys ended up actually learning how to set up the belay device first while we girls scampered up a practice wall so they could figure out how it works. Afterwards, we switched and the teacher had us see what we could do on our own from having watched the guys. When we did it perfectly, she was very surprised and impressed. We're just naturals. No big deal. After we learned how to safely climb a wall, we were released into the wild rock jungle to climb to our hearts' content.
Jason is a pro. He had never been rock climbing before but his strength and agility made it very easy for him to scamper up walls. If there had been a button at the top, he would have smacked it every time.
I, however, more accurately represent the amateur class. The beginner class, really. I very consistently got about 3/4th up the wall and decided enough was enough, thankyouverymuch, and I would like to come down now. (When you're ready to come down, you yell "Take!" down to your belay-er and when he is ready for you to let go he will say "Take On!")
It wasn't so much that I was afraid of how high I was, but more of a combination of two factors:
1) The higher up you go, the sparser the foot/hand holds, which makes it a little more challenging to get to the top. (Or so it seemed to me?)
2) After I got to my internal ceiling, I would have a sudden fear of slipping and falling to the ground. This is silly because Jason is a big, strong man and more than capable of making sure my rope is taut and locked so that I don't fall at all if I let go of the wall. But it was a mental thing that I found very hard to get past, because I can't FEEL him supporting me, I just KNOW he is.Hard to wrap one's brain around. Also, my hands would get shaky with adrenaline.
But I still had fun! I just had a ceiling to my fun. It contained my fun and made it even funner. Ha. So take that, Jason. My fun was more fun than your fun.
These are the kiddos whom we accompanied:
All in all, we had a blast, got in a great workout, and generally sweated like pigs (wait, you guys didn't? oh..) and got smoothies afterwards. Pretty great double date if you ask me.
My whole body hurt for about a week afterwards.
It's been a good while since this happened, but I just got around to feeling like posting. Cause I had lots of important things to do. Like cook dinner and watch movies and sleep. And Pin things.
I'm lazy.
ANYWAY, a couple weeks ago, Jason and I went on a double date with some charming friends who just got together. (we approve of this pairing!) We decided to be adventurous and go rock climbing!!! Wooo!!!!
Confession: I was pretty terrified before we actually got there. And then I was just scared. And then I started climbing and I got terrified again. But that's a story for a little bit later.
We had to wait for our belay class, so we started out with some Bouldering. This is essentially rock climbing for which you don't need a harness or belaying device, or even partner. All of the walls are pretty short and (in my completely uneducated in rock climbing things opinion) seems to require more skill and strength to maneuver than the walls do. There is a tunnel where you are expected to be able to climb to the top upside down. UPSIDE DOWN! Here's Jason, to demonstrate:
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| Look, Ma! No Harness! |
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| "Quick, quick, I'm slipping! I'll never manage this again!" |
Finally, it was time to take our class. The four of us were in a class with three other couples (It was a 2 for one deal with the entrance fee, and also you have to have two people to do any sort of belaying). I don't mean to brag, but we definitely were super awesome and caught on incredibly quickly. For example, the guys ended up actually learning how to set up the belay device first while we girls scampered up a practice wall so they could figure out how it works. Afterwards, we switched and the teacher had us see what we could do on our own from having watched the guys. When we did it perfectly, she was very surprised and impressed. We're just naturals. No big deal. After we learned how to safely climb a wall, we were released into the wild rock jungle to climb to our hearts' content.
Jason is a pro. He had never been rock climbing before but his strength and agility made it very easy for him to scamper up walls. If there had been a button at the top, he would have smacked it every time.
I, however, more accurately represent the amateur class. The beginner class, really. I very consistently got about 3/4th up the wall and decided enough was enough, thankyouverymuch, and I would like to come down now. (When you're ready to come down, you yell "Take!" down to your belay-er and when he is ready for you to let go he will say "Take On!")
It wasn't so much that I was afraid of how high I was, but more of a combination of two factors:
1) The higher up you go, the sparser the foot/hand holds, which makes it a little more challenging to get to the top. (Or so it seemed to me?)
2) After I got to my internal ceiling, I would have a sudden fear of slipping and falling to the ground. This is silly because Jason is a big, strong man and more than capable of making sure my rope is taut and locked so that I don't fall at all if I let go of the wall. But it was a mental thing that I found very hard to get past, because I can't FEEL him supporting me, I just KNOW he is.Hard to wrap one's brain around. Also, my hands would get shaky with adrenaline.
But I still had fun! I just had a ceiling to my fun. It contained my fun and made it even funner. Ha. So take that, Jason. My fun was more fun than your fun.
These are the kiddos whom we accompanied:
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| Hi! You're famous now! Just kidding, only my family reads this anyway. |
All in all, we had a blast, got in a great workout, and generally sweated like pigs (wait, you guys didn't? oh..) and got smoothies afterwards. Pretty great double date if you ask me.
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| Look how tiny our feet look! These are magic shoes. |
My whole body hurt for about a week afterwards.
Monday, June 11, 2012
That Awkward Moment When...
You answer the phone at work and the rather annoying guy who says your name 18 times in a 2 minute conversation (just in case you forgot who he was talking to) says "Hey Lauren, you almost went a full day without me calling and buggin you!"
WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU SAY TO THAT?
"uh.... yup?"
"hrmm... you caught me?"
*awkward laughter*
"please never call here again"
I opted for the awkward laughter... because I honestly didn't know what else would be a remotely appropriate response.
He then proceeded to personally address each following sentence to me. "So Lauren, is so and so in? Okay Lauren, well when will he be back? Now, Lauren, will you take a message? Never mind, Lauren, I'll call back later"
Please, please, for the sake of receptionists everywhere, don't remind someone of their name 18 times in a 2 minute conversation. It isn't necessary. It isn't nice. It makes receptionists want to pull their hair out. It's actually really condescending. And while you're at it, for the sake of everybody anywhere, don't ever make a comment along the lines of "too bad I'm here bugging you again" because it just puts everyone in an awkward position and makes them dread your calls even more.
Don't make people dread your calls.
Sister, I don't have to be a Nanny-Receptionist do I? I don't know if I'm cut out for it anymore.
WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU SAY TO THAT?
"uh.... yup?"
"hrmm... you caught me?"
*awkward laughter*
"please never call here again"
I opted for the awkward laughter... because I honestly didn't know what else would be a remotely appropriate response.
He then proceeded to personally address each following sentence to me. "So Lauren, is so and so in? Okay Lauren, well when will he be back? Now, Lauren, will you take a message? Never mind, Lauren, I'll call back later"
Please, please, for the sake of receptionists everywhere, don't remind someone of their name 18 times in a 2 minute conversation. It isn't necessary. It isn't nice. It makes receptionists want to pull their hair out. It's actually really condescending. And while you're at it, for the sake of everybody anywhere, don't ever make a comment along the lines of "too bad I'm here bugging you again" because it just puts everyone in an awkward position and makes them dread your calls even more.
Don't make people dread your calls.
Sister, I don't have to be a Nanny-Receptionist do I? I don't know if I'm cut out for it anymore.
Monday, June 4, 2012
It's beginning to look a lot like pizza... Everywhere we go...
Well tonight marks the end of Jason's and my week without starch!!! We made it successfully with neither of us fainting and falling to the floor from lack of pasta. We have, however, talked a LOT about pizza and bread and things we wish we could eat. There were times we were tempted, there were times we were tried, but we stuck to our guns and came out victors in the end!!!
We tried a bunch of new recipes this week and some definitely will become staples while others ended up a little... well... meh. In case you are interested, our two favorites were Sweet and Spicy Salmon and Creole Shrimp and Sausage Stew. They were DELICIOUS and made us want to eat 18 pounds of it.
We had a lot of green beans, squash, zucchini, and sweet potato fries this week, too, because one of our goals was to eat more veggies. One of us did moreso than the other. (I'll let you guess who ate more veggies. Hint: me)
We even had a date night on Friday and went out to eat at Panera while successfully adhering to our dietary rules! It was really nice because we both tried something new, which we NEVER do at Panera. I got the Fuji apple and turkey salad with broccoli-cheese soup and Jason got the BBQ chopped salad with broccoli-cheese soup (the ONLY way he will eat broccoli ever. And he still gives me his large broccoli chunks). They were really delicious! They did come with a baguette, which we forgot to tell them we didn't need, so we just had to stare at the bread while we ate our soup with nothing to dunk in it. It was difficult. We almost faltered, but we didn't eat the bread!
All in all, I'm pretty proud of us this week. It's been a real eye-opener to realize how much I eat starch on a daily basis and I've even lost a few pounds this week. I won't tell you how much, though, because I'm afraid they might come back. The Beetlejuice Effect and all... (I first tried to write Betelgeuse, but then realized thats the star, not the movie. I guess I'm just too darn sophisticated for such base movie choices)
In other astronomy news: If you are a human in North America, you too can view the Transit of Venus across the sun on (this!) Tuesday the 5th! It should happen around sunset, but I haven't figured out an approximate time yet. If you do, make sure you use some kind of eclipse glasses or pinhole configuration so you do not stare directly at the sun. Apparently this will only happen once in our lifetimes? Jason discovered it in an astronomy book yesterday at Barnes n Noble, and a google search confirmed it! Go forth and view Venus crossing the sun!!
We tried a bunch of new recipes this week and some definitely will become staples while others ended up a little... well... meh. In case you are interested, our two favorites were Sweet and Spicy Salmon and Creole Shrimp and Sausage Stew. They were DELICIOUS and made us want to eat 18 pounds of it.
We had a lot of green beans, squash, zucchini, and sweet potato fries this week, too, because one of our goals was to eat more veggies. One of us did moreso than the other. (I'll let you guess who ate more veggies. Hint: me)
We even had a date night on Friday and went out to eat at Panera while successfully adhering to our dietary rules! It was really nice because we both tried something new, which we NEVER do at Panera. I got the Fuji apple and turkey salad with broccoli-cheese soup and Jason got the BBQ chopped salad with broccoli-cheese soup (the ONLY way he will eat broccoli ever. And he still gives me his large broccoli chunks). They were really delicious! They did come with a baguette, which we forgot to tell them we didn't need, so we just had to stare at the bread while we ate our soup with nothing to dunk in it. It was difficult. We almost faltered, but we didn't eat the bread!
All in all, I'm pretty proud of us this week. It's been a real eye-opener to realize how much I eat starch on a daily basis and I've even lost a few pounds this week. I won't tell you how much, though, because I'm afraid they might come back. The Beetlejuice Effect and all... (I first tried to write Betelgeuse, but then realized thats the star, not the movie. I guess I'm just too darn sophisticated for such base movie choices)
In other astronomy news: If you are a human in North America, you too can view the Transit of Venus across the sun on (this!) Tuesday the 5th! It should happen around sunset, but I haven't figured out an approximate time yet. If you do, make sure you use some kind of eclipse glasses or pinhole configuration so you do not stare directly at the sun. Apparently this will only happen once in our lifetimes? Jason discovered it in an astronomy book yesterday at Barnes n Noble, and a google search confirmed it! Go forth and view Venus crossing the sun!!
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