Tea + New Blog

Hi.

It's me.

I'm hitting my 3'o clock slump but had a late lunch, so things aren't desperately bad yet. Besides, there's no chocolate within reach to satisfy my need.

I'm drinking free tea (provided by my employer). It's orange spice and I think I love it.

Just had to share.

~and~

I created another blog. It's a test blog for Jott, so the idea is that I only Jott to it using a gadget or voicemail. If there are typos or odd punctuation, or no punctuation, please remember that I'm not typing.

The blog is called "Did That Just Happen?" I'm planning to post humorous, odd or random stuff to it. Here's the link. I will ask my IT guy : ) to put a link to it from my Wonderland menu.

The Three O'Clock Slump

Every day at three I become extremely board and hungry.

When my office mate isn't here I eat candy from her jar.

Now I'm angry because I'm wasting time at work when I could be at home smelling my sweet baby.

Damn it.

Advice from the Angels

Here is some advice from the angels, not the baseball team, God's actual angels. They speak to Doreen Virtue. They spoke to me too. They told me that Dahlia is a "crystal child" and that our next baby will be an "indigo child".

1. Do things that match your highest intentions. Turn down work that doesn't match your true interests.
2. There is only now. Be grateful for everything you have now. Do not expect the future too fulfill you.
3. All conflict is inside your mind. You project conflict on to others who are in fact neutral. Others treat you as you expect to be treated. Self fulfilled prophecy.
4. Purify your diet. Eat fruits, vegetables, nuts, and whole grains. Avoid red meat, chocolate, alcohol, caffeine, dairy and sugar.
5. Don't give in order to get. Don't volunteer and expect to receive something.
6. Spend time alone in nature.
7. Detach from matter and material possessions.
8. Judge not, you are not safe. Obsessively thinking about danger will make it come true. You live where your consciousness is focused. If you think a thought devoid of love, (competition, envy or worry) you feel the effects of that focus. My happiness influences my outer circumstances.
9. Give glory and credit to God. Be humble.

Text from About Angel Therapy

Angels and archangels, to heal and harmonize every aspect of life. Angel Therapy also helps you to more clearly receive Divine angel Therapy is a non-denominational spiritual healing method that involves working with a person's guardian Guidance from the Creator and angels.Everyone has guardian angels, and these angels perform God's will of peace for us all. When we open ourselves to hear our angels' messages, every aspect of our lives become more peaceful. Angel Therapy brings people back on their spiritual path in a way that is non-threatening and non-judgmental.Doreen has received thousands of unsolicited testimonials of how the angels have healed people's bodies, mind, emotions, relationships, families, career and finances, and other life areas.

Meeting Notes in Haiku

Sage green tea leaves
softly soaking in water.
Fresh, steaming flavor.

Sterile conference room.
Window to evergreens;
a distant nod to real life.

Terminology.
Rhetoric obscures the truth.
False expectations.

Just superior.
Threatened by life-infused blond.
She wears false concern, and black.

Monthly team meeting.
Unforgiving monotony,
dizzying boredom.

Baby's First Solid Food!!

Last night we gave D solid food for the first time!
We settled her in her Bumbo chair and fed her plain, rice cereal.

In the hatch.

Processing...

Still Processing...

Rejection!

I surrender! Enough with the food already!

It's not ironic that she's eating since her first tooth finally broke through on Thursday. How am I supposed to breast feed with that little dagger in her mouth? Very carefully or not at all.

Photos courtesy of Brody. Dahlia's sushi t-sirt courtesy of Grandma Candy.

Scrapbook~ A Neverending Story

Last night I set all my photos and special paper out for the scrap book I'm making for Dahlia.
I spent the better part of the afternoon and evening arranging, but not gluing 600 pieces of paper on 10x10 sized paper. It made me happy to see a snapshot of Dahlia's progression and how far we have come in just the last year.

Who's Not a Hipster?

Despite my past, fleeting urges to be a hipster, I have long come to terms with the rock solid fact that I will never be cool (or "Deck" according to the hipster website above) in that regard. To me a hipster centers around music, clothing and social attitude. I like music that is played on the radio. I hate the "alternative" radio station. Yes, I want corporate producers deciding what I listen to. No, I'm not going to wear skinny jeans. I can barely wear fat jeans.

Fast-forward ten years.

Recently, family and friends have feared the worst. Have I have become one of those people who live on the east side of Lake Washington and feel they never have to go to Seattle and that it's just too far to drive? Quite possibly.

Yesterday B and Brody were determined that we would make the most of our Sunday morning. It's almost time for my big brother to head back to Columbia University for some higher education, so every minute is precious. The coffee nuts agreed that we should make Bauhaus (our most favorite and perhaps the most well-known, supremely delicious coffee house in Seattle) our destination.

I stalled a bit before we left the house. Why were they making me leave my safety zone? The baby was sleeping. It was pouring rain because after all, it is August. Finally, buckled the baby in, we left the burbs and headed downtown.

We all had 1-2 layers of fleece and raincoats. Brody fit in (scruffy, zero percent body fat), but as always, I felt like thumb. A thumb that was sore and stuck out. Even the urban hipster babies wear skull hoodies. I held my bouncy, pink shroud of cuteness; celebrated her and my delicious coffee.

After coffee, we drove up to Broadway for some Urban Outfitters love. The remodel threw me for a loop, but I managed to succeed at shopping. I enjoy buying and looking at the festive though often absurd home decor therein.

Hunger struck.

We drove (because everyone in Seattle drives, according to the adopted New Yorker) up to 15th where Brody promised to introduce us to a hip, new breakfast place. We walked by Coastal Kitchen which was jam-packed full of happy people eating satisfactory food. We reached "22 Doors" which had a cool sign, but the coolness stopped there.

Long story short; the menu was very limited and they were "out" of two full dishes and several ingredients and sides of other dishes. I was so frustrated that I gave up trying to figure out what I could eat. "Are you're sure you're not hungry?" the overwhelmed waitress asked. "Just tell me what you do have." I ended up eating overly fragmented scrambled eggs that resembled rice Krispies. Mmm. Yummy. Brody never got his side, which I'm sure we ended up paying for. A couple hours later, all three of us didn't feel well. Avoid, at all costs, 22 Doors.

After breakfast at 3 pm, Brody was very excited to cross 15th to Sonic Boom Records. I snagged Thievery Corporation, Mandy Moore (seriously) and curbed my interest in Justified and the new Maroon 5. I also ventured out a bit, getting a CD by someone I had never heard of, on Brody's recommendation. I haven't opened it yet.

I don't need to be a hipster. I can go to Sonic Boom and buy Mandy Moore AND sneak into Bauhaus and swoon as I drain my Hershey's mocha!

Photos at 4 1/2 Months Old

http://www.christytrottophotography.com/

Blogging by Jott

I am blogging by Jott. I am sitting in my car and I just notice that Dolia(?) has a new tooth coming in the bottom. It's the same tooth as before, but this time, its actually comes through her gums. She has got a blue dress on and she is looking at me while she is hanging on to her duck(?).

The weather is 85 degrees and we are leaving for B(?) to get out of the Chiropractic Clinic, then we are going to the mall to get a birthday present for a friend's baby who is turning 2 years old. (8/16/2007)

Baditude

I don't want to work! That's the truth!

I don't want to be in an anonymous box pushing a button that grinds a wheel somewhere.

Or maybe I just want to push a different button for a while.

We bought a treadmill. I need to work off my frustrations.

I'm going to go pout now.

Ok, on with life...

I finally finished Harry Potter. (Don't worry, I'm not going to give anything away.) It took me a while because I don't have much free time anymore. As you may have guessed, my reading time and blogging time are the same.

So, I went back to work. Sadly, I'm honest when people ask me if I'm "glad to be back." Oh please! Sure they're all great people, but let me check my priorities. Do I want to be smooching my baby or sitting in my freezing cold office working on my slow-ass computer booking them a conference room? Let me think.

I try to be positive about things. Nothing is forever. I can always change jobs. As far as administrative jobs go, I work for a great company, have awesome benefits and I get paid. I love the other admins I work with and this makes a HUGE difference in my working life. The work situation is evolving, and that's what keeps me optimistic.

I'm reading some interesting literature, which I will reveal to you all when the time is right. I'm researching an idea; potential business opportunity and I'm just sorting out all the details.

Now lets talk about the weather.

It has been cloudy, overcast and rainy since August 1st. What gives? Where did our gorgeous Seattle Summer go? Can we thank global warming for our mediocre weather? The weather matches my mood. Gloomy with sun breaks and a promise of warmer temperatures to come.

And of course, photos of Dahlia!

Mirror mirror on the wall...

Puppy Love

'Arry Potter

All blogging is on hold until I finish Harry Potter. (Unless I decide to blog from work.)

Since I'm backlogged on blog posts, here is a list of what you have to look forward to.

The weather (which sucks).
Photos of Dahlia who is moving around like an inchworm... bound to crawl any day now.
My return to work after 5 glorious months of maternity vacation.
Christy Trotto Photos of D