We can definitely relate in our household. Sydney is going to know every hand signal in a NFL referee's repertoire if I have my say about it. There is nothing funnier than a toddler signaling a personal foul. HAAHAAA.
1. I don't like turkey. I haven't really ever LOVED turkey, but I used to tolerate it. Now that I realized I'm an adult and I can eat things that I actually LIKE eating--big, dried-out, baked-‘til-they're-petrified turkeys have completely lost whatever very small appeal they had at one time. (I think even then the small appeal was the skin.)
2. I was looking forward to Korean food and there really wasn't any. There was some sushi, which I love, but it seemed to be sequestered in a corner with a massive group of grunting men surrounding it and it was just too intimidating to approach.
3. Holidays just aren't the same since I lost my brothers about 7 years ago. I mean, our family was never huge, but I always enjoyed big, raucous holidays with as many holiday orphan-friends as we could muster. We ate, drank and played games until the wee hours. This time of year just inspires me to miss my brothers.
One of my new goals is to try very hard to make our own little family traditions.
This is my husband's sister who is a wiz with the kids. Well, except that no one noticed until it was too late that Syd ate half the fruit from the top of the fruit tart.
It was my first Turkey Trot and Syd's first outing in the snow. It was blustery, cold and slippery, but we had an amazing time! The snow made everything in Lincoln Park, even the empty beer bottles in the street, look pretty. It was an 8K that wound around Lincoln Park Zoo and since I haven't been very disciplined about my training, I was really proud to have run the entire thing. I was slow, but I was still running. Plus, I was only sore until Sunday. (ugh! Try carrying a 32 pound, squirming toddler down 5 flights of 16 stairs each, while your hammies and quads are screaming for you to just sit on the couch, already! )
I walk through Daley Plaza nearly every day and I've never noticed the throngs of homeless pigeons huddled around the eternal flame to keep warm. I'm sure every Chicagoan would rather have a more noble animal guarding the flame that has reminded us since 1972, of all of the veterans who served or lost their lives in the armed forces of the United States. I'm not sure what it is about pigeons. . .
In other pigeon related news. . .I've been in (photo) pursuit of the man I call "Pigeon Guy" since I got my Sony equipment. He's fascinating. Every morning for weeks I would see him, dressed in a business suit, carrying an expensive briefcase and a HUGE bag of bread crumbs. He stands near the flower garden in front the Thompson center. He puts the plastic bag down and sort of cascades the crumbs over his arms so the pigeons are forced to eat off of his arms and rest in his hands. All I can say is YUCK! Pigeon Guy has eluded me since I became a Sony Ambassador. HRRUMPH. Probably a good thing.
I'm usually a blog-a-day-er. Lately, though, my time has been consumed with the upcoming election. My boss has an opponent for the first time in 12 years and it's exciting and scary all at the same time. It's exciting because this is the part of my job that I love. I love the strategizing of a campaign--the way a team pulls together and brainstorms. It's frightening because I could potentially lose the job I've had for nearly 10 years. All in a day's work, though, eh?
What has struck me about this campaign in particular is the way candidates are turning to the internet for nearly everything. Back in 1996, when I worked on a targeted Illinois State Senate campaign, no candidate in his/her right mind would have thought to keep a blog or a MySpace page (was it even around?). Now you're a political dinosaur if you don't have a PayPal account for fundraising. Just check out Hillary's page. She had to have contacted every teenager in the nation old enough to vote and have an opinion about what would make her look as hip as possible. She is on every social networking site imaginable plus she posts YouTube videos every day. How on earth does she find the time?
My campaign travels have not taken me very far yet, but everywhere I've gone I've taken my cameras and my GPS--much to the chagrin of my sleepy and battle-weary teammates. They've been great sports, letting me document and not making too many snide comments about me under their collective breath. I've always been "that guy", though. I'm the person that gets the multiple eye rolls when the camera comes out. I always figure that they'll thank me later!
This is a really cool view of Chicago City Hall from the building across the street.
And here is the map it produced with the GPS. This is so cool! I really wish I had the GPS on the trip up and down the California coast we took a couple of years ago. I still look at those pictures and ask myself where the heck we were. My husband's no help as he thought the pictures from the San Diego Zoo were from a Florida trip we took years before. Hmmm. . .no Giant Pandas in the Magic Kingdom. Well, I guess if they're animatronic. I digress. . .Here's the map:
My Reluctant Tinkerbell received a pretty amazing haul as she mostly "Treated" through the offices of City Hall on Halloween. Her little bag was so heavy that she ended up dragging it behind her as she toddled. I went through the bag later just to take inventory and of course NOT to see if there were any Kit Kats, and she even made 8 dollars.
The reason I bring up Halloween again, is that when I went to work on November 1st, across the street from City Hall at Daley Plaza they had already removed the Haunted House and started putting up the Christmas Tree! Then, as I was driving home, I discovered one of the stations on our preset playing Christmas music! I can't listen to The Little Drummer Boy on November 1st! Two weeks of Christmas music is quite enough I think. Two months is bordering on insanity--and I love Christmas. Since when did Christmas start so early? Anyway, here is the beginning of the Daley Plaza Christmas tree taken with my Cybershot and my GPS, which I carry everywhere now, or, as you can see, Syd carries for me (along with the dog's leash).
I arrived at work yesterday to the customary, "Want some coffee? We're goin' across the street to (fill in ubiquitous coffee shop name here). Oh and there's a huge package on your desk." I love presents so I was quite curious. Lo and behold it was all my wonderful Sony equipment. (Thanks Sony for making me an ambassador!) I promptly tore the box open and started up the camera and the GPS tracker. Since it was Halloween and Syd (my toddler) was going to be making a cameo at work, I thought it would be a perfect day to start.
So here she is inside the James Thompson Center sculpture I lovingly refer to as tooth decay. She was a very reluctant Tinker Bell.
This is the story of one woman and her quest to be as active as her wonderfully crazy toddler. The story will be told over the months with photos taken with Sony equipment and tracked with their new GPS system.