This is lovely Heather and her beautiful, brand-new Luisita. Luisita was born May 30, 2009 circa 10 pm. Welcome, love! She’s a tiny little thing with the cutest tongue and yawn.
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I’m fighting really hard not to let this current economic situation get me down. As many of you have heard, we are being threatened with serious layoffs at the agency at which I work. This really isn’t any fun and it’s mostly a boatload of stress. Of course, the situation is compounded as I am a member of our seven-member Board of Directors that represents Wisconsin State agency attorneys. So, I am fielding emails, phone calls and in-person visits trying to answer seemingly unanswerable questions. It is also compounded by the fact that despite my four and a half year tenure at the DOJ, I am still relatively low on the totem poll, meaning I’m high on the chopping clock. Anyway, I’m trying to let this stress go this weekend, but I can feel that it’s still weighing heavy on me. I want to do my job and enjoy summer without wondering how long I’ll be able to pay my mortgage. I know that I’m not alone in this, but that only makes it sadder.
In any event, I have a question. In addition to being supremely annoying, I find the Free Credit Report Dot Com commercials totally perplexing. I’ve been struggling about whether to address this on my blog for some time — mostly because I don’t want to write the words that form the acronym FCRDC because the irritating song immediately gets in my head when those words are referenced. Anyway, I suppose now is the time to share my confusion. As I remember things, the first ad on this subject with the rumored French-Canadian curly-haired fellow was the one in which he sung his damn song while his young wife walked around with a laundry basket. He lamented their marriage because she had defaulted on a credit card, making it impossible for them to live anywhere but her parents’ basement. He also basically indicated that if he had known her credit score, he would not have married her. So, this ad is pretty offensive and unrealistic (they can’t find an apartment?), but at least it makes some sense: her credit score meant they couldn’t get their dream home. Fine. But then the next two that I remember leave me completely baffled. The first is the one in which the guy is a host — with a guitar — at a pirate-themed restaurant. I’m totally unclear on why not checking your credit report would make it so that you had to be a host at a theme restaurant. I mean, did he lose his great job when his boss found out his credit score was whack? Or did someone steal his identity and run up a bunch of debt and now he has to walk the plank? I don’t get it. The same goes for the next one, which is the infamous Renaissance Faire assault on the eyes and ears. Not checking your credit report now means you have to play crappy music in tights at a Renaissance Faire at which goats are walking around. What?
Though I suppose the thought of that did scare me enough that I checked my credit report the other day.
I just want to shine some light on the awesomeness of Kristin. She has had a hell of a week. She emailed Althouse about Sotomayor and got a nice response. And then she went to a party last night and saw — I hope you’re sitting down — Alex & Simon. That’s right: Simex, as she calls them. Live and in person. Amazing.
Strangers
Published May 22, 2009 local 5 CommentsTags: books, madison, pregnancy, rudeness, spring, strangers
I was going to start out this post with a story from my morning. But now I’m distracted by a negative story, so I think I’ll start with that to get it out of the way. To cleanse myself of it, if you will. Or even if you won’t. Though I don’t blame you if you won’t. Anyway, I was just walking back from the gym to work in the lovely Wisconsin springtime sunshine (you may ask why I don’t just exercise outside, and I get your point, but please just shut it) and smiling away. I passed by a man that is quite frequently on the Square. In fact, I saw him not that long ago, on the Square, and as he was walking towards me, he threw a saran-wrapped sandwich into the street. When I looked at him curiously, he said, “I didn’t want it anymore.” Hmm. Well, anyway, since it was such a nice day I didn’t let this bother me when I saw him today sitting on a bench on the Capitol lawn. Because the weather was so nice, I didn’t even take offense at the Cubs hat he was blatantly sporting. When he asked me for some change, I politely apologized, saying that I had none, which was true. I smiled throughout, which I realize is not exactly a gift to anyone, but something I consider civilized and, unfortunately, rare. He then said, “I notice you’ve got a baby there.” I just kept walking, thinking, “Oh no.” And then he shouted, “How far along are you? Three months?” I turned around, smiled, and said, “I’m not pregnant.”
Um, fuck you.
On a brighter note, and what I really wanted to write about, is this morning’s surprising encounters. I was out at my bus stop early this morning — 8:15 a.m. This is crazy-early for me but my friend Gwen was introducing a speaker at a DOJ-sponsored training and I wanted to be there. As I stood on the corner that I have been standing on most week day mornings for four years, I held a book in my hand. Something that I do almost every time I am waiting on that corner. I have read some very interesting, lovely, breathtaking books over the years. Of course, I’ve also read some snoozers and annoying ones. Anyway, no one has ever said a word to me about my book. From time to time, the bus driver might make a crack about the book I’m holding. One time a bus driver said, “You must be a student teacher.” What? Anyway, today, though, was different. I am reading City of Thieves, sent to me by my beloved Kristin. As I stood on the corner, a middle-aged woman in a long blue trenchcoat approached and stood waiting for the light to change to cross the street. She turned to me and said, “Great book.” I smiled and said, “Yeah, I just started it, but I’m really enjoying it.” She smiled and went on her way. It couldn’t have been more than one minute later when another middle-aged woman came from the other direction and as she passed me, turned and said, “Great book.” I was shocked. I told her another woman had just passed by and said the exact same thing. She said her book club had just read the book. I told her my friend works for Penguin and had just sent it to me with a post-it attached declaring the books awesomeness. She liked that, smiled and went on her way. The bus came and I went on mine. Smiling all morning. Until jerkface ruined it.
A word or two on vacations
Published May 18, 2009 bling blog 34 CommentsTags: door co, fish fry, vacations
In the last twelve months, I have gone on the following vacations: (1) My family’s annual week-long vacation in Presque Isle, WI where we rent out cabins at a *resort* we’ve been going to since 1986; (2) a Thursday through Sunday night red-eye to LA to visit my beloved, Sarayu, in March; and (3) a weekend in Door County, from which I returned on Sunday. So, while I guess I haven’t gone vacation bonkers in the last year, I remain a very big fan of, and advocate for, vacations. I was reminded of this on Friday night when we arrived in Sister Bay after a long drive, made longer by my aging Subaru’s oil and coolant problems. That car just refuses to remain hydrated! Anyway, as I was drifting off for a nap before partaking in the best restaurant fish fry in America (the perch at the Sister Bay Bowl — I adore my friend Ingrid for tons of reasons, but near the top of the list is for her unequivocal adoration for the Bowl. No recommendation, in my experience, has ever been more right.), I thought to myself, “This is so nice.” I know that we were just staying in a nice lodge room 300 miles from home and would be there for only two nights, but it just hit me what a lovely feeling it is to be away from home. I love my home, but it’s nice not to have to worry about dusting or vacuuming or checking email or doing errands. It’s just such a peaceful feeling to be able to actually take a deep breath and then, instead of going back to the grind, to be able to do whatever it is I want to do. Of course, the options are limited, but they don’t feel limiting or, more importantly, obligatory. So, I decided that instead of feeling guilty about spending money or worrying about whether I really deserved a vacation, I would try to enjoy the quiet and the peace and the time away from the Things I Must Get Done. So, while Door County was pretty chilly this weekend, which limited some of the choices we had, and while I had a terrible asthma attack and somehow lost my inhaler between Pebbles, WI and Sister Bay, which resulted in an annoying trip back to Sturgeon Bay on Saturday morning to hit up the pharmacy, I enjoyed the time just being away.
And then, when I came home Sunday night, I enjoyed being home again. I cherished my bed and my dog and my kitchen and my couch and my space.
In these stressful economic times, I worry that many of us will forego vacationing in an effort to tighten the belt on spending. I hope this doesn’t happen. It doesn’t have to cost a lot, but I hope that we all make time to get away from the everyday.
