It is Fall Break! The sort of mid-semester long weekendie thing which really has only meant I didn't have class today. Otherwise I have to work and do homework. I was the Queen of the Microwave Timer today AKA my patented Time Management System. Set timer for 60 minutes, devote that sixty minutes to homework project X. Beep-beep-beep. Set it again and tackle that (monstrous, towering) pile of correspondence and file the results away in our (new! labeled with our new labeling machine!) files. Beep-beep-beep. Get back to writing that Collection Development Policy. Try not to fall asleep. Beep-beep-beep. Etc. etc. It helps that Bravo has been showing a Project Runway marathon, also in convenient hour-long installments. It is making me wonder why I ever disliked Santino - he's holding up far better than those other whiny babies.
As a special Fall Break treat this weekend I thought we might treat ourselves to a - gasp! - first run movie. I've been really dying to see "Into The Wild" because I do like the book and I want to see "The Darjeeling Limited". Reader, neither are playing within 300 miles of here. I never looked at the fine print "Now Playing In Select Cities" - I guess I've never lived in City that wasn't Select before. It isn't a good feeling. Another nail in the ol' NC coffin. Thank god for school and work - I'm starting to learn a lot and do some good work, I think. I was in the shower this morning thinking about creating my Ontology and got all giddy. Over ontology! Nerd.
I just went to the grocery store and the checker asked me - the first stranger ever - "when are you due?" When I told her the first week of January she just shook her head. "I sure wouldn't do it again. Are you having a boy or a girl?" I explained that the ultrasound had been "inconclusive". "That's a lazy baby! A real lazy baby". Yes, my baby is already a slacker. A womb slacker. Truth be told, he/she doesn't make much effort in the moving/kicking fields. A few times a day, tops. I'm kinda hoping for a lazy baby ex utero. She then regaled me with tales of how her two boys were nothing but trouble and boy was I in for it. I guess the unsolicited advice stage has begun. Bring it!
Speaking of babies (and when don't I? and I won't apologize for it because I write about my small little life and this is a big part of my small little life), I have been asked by my relatives to create a baby registry. This has been stressing me out - we're trying to do a lot of things second hand and as little battery and plastic whirly business as possible. But how to give them guidance without asking for new things from one story? May I draw your attention to an awesome resource? The alternative gift registry. It's run by an environmental non-profit and let's you specify immaterial goods - like a night of babysitting- or homemade things - like a knitted hat - as well as point to used versions of something you've been looking for with links to Craigslist in their town, for example. I love it and just wish it had been around for our wedding. And if anyone has a sweet hook-up with a toilet-training parent for their now unneeded cloth diapers, such as BumGenius or MotherEase, I'd sure like to hear about it. I'm willing to pay but Craigslist here has been mighty sparse for the ol' cloth diapers and I think a diaper service is a bit out of our one-person salary household league.
Okay, the timer beeped. Time to make dinner.