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Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Concerts and such

For Cora's birthday back in December, I got us tickets to see Taylor Swift.  Six months is a pretty long time for a five-year-old to wait, but she was very excited the date of the concert finally arrived this past weekend.  The kid loves Taylor Swift.  (Not really my doing, exactly.  She loves the song from the Hunger Games soundtrack, wanted to hear more of her songs, and we now own all of her albums.)  Anyway, she very carefully chose her outfit, and then chose mine very specifically ("that black dress that we bought at the mall for your orchestra concert" and "that necklace you made with the octopus") and insisted I needed a head band to match hers.  Seriously, if this kid doesn't grow up to be a designer/stylist, I'll be surprised, she's obsessed with fashion.  

 Concert selfie

Cora had a great time.  We didn't have really awesome seats, mostly because no matter how close we got, the munchkin still wouldn't have been able to see with people in front of her.  So, we sacrificed distance from the stage, for being in the front row of a section.  But Rupp isn't a huge venue anyway, holding about 18K for concerts.  Also, it turned out pretty perfect, because half-way through the concert Taylor changed stages to the small one in the back, that we were directly in front of.  Fun.  I think the only way Cora could've been more excited is if "Austin Moon" showed up to do a duet, her little head might have exploded.  (Vee would have loved that as well.  Geez.  Two things the baby is obsessed with:  Elmo's Ducks and Austin Moon.  And she knows how to get to both on my iPhone/iPad.  Yay.)

Cora was pretty tuckered out by the end.  Because I'm too cheap to ever pay event parking prices, and I was afraid it would start pouring down rain by the time we got out (thus, I didn't want to park on campus and walk), Husband had dropped us off, and it didn't end until nearly 11.  We ended up walking anyway in the cool drizzle from downtown to north campus to meet up with him (because traffic was so backed up).  He'd had to get the baby out of bed to come get us, and she was awake and ready to party, so we got the kids some ice cream.  Hahaha, insanity.  Cora passed out as soon as we got home, but Vee was still ready to party, and continued to do so until about 1:30 in the morning, and was pretty grumpy the next day.  (She's also teething, so she's especially pissy this week.  Yay.)

We also got school pictures back, and I don't know what dark sorcery the photographer used, but geez, she got that beastly baby to smile in the photographs, instead of screaming/scowling, which is normally what she does (other than candid moments I might catch with the iPhone).  

She's smiling because after the photo she's going back to her classroom to bite more children.

Vee is beastly, but she's usually fun.  She loves music (Austin Moon) and loves to dance.  She hates Justin Timberlake's new album (fair enough, I have criticisms to make of it myself).  Whenever a song ends, she has about a five-second delay and then says "Yay."  (That was great during the violin recital, as she'd wait until after the applause was over to do it.  Like, shhh.)  She's using a lot more words now.  Her favorite word is still "GO!"  In particular, "Go 'way!"  Her second favorite is "mine now," as she confiscates items and assumes ownership.  She has, and rightfully so, taken Cora's old violin.  She thinks she is a baby virtuoso, and she will spend 30 minutes just bowing on open strings.  She screams when it's time to put it away.

"Mine now!"

I think I'm going to buy her a 1/32 size violin (the 1/16, which was Cora's first, is too big for her).  Cora, on the other hand, is probably going to need a 1/4 size soon, she's getting so big.  She's been doing great with violin lately.  She's working on an arrangement of Sleeping Beauty's Waltz her teacher did for her in D major, and she is so excited about it.  (Sleeping Beauty is her favorite princess.) 

And that's pretty much it.  Kids.  Music.  Work is, well, work.  We won't go there. 

Monday, April 22, 2013

Galas, steampunkery, and books

Saturday night, (with the kids spending the night with Grandma) Husband and I went to a fundraiser for the Lexington Public Library, themed from the book the Night Circus.  They brought in the author Erin Morgenstern, along with G.D. Falksen.  So, it was a costumed gala: steampunk, Victorian, or the red/white/black from Night Circus.  It was a lot of fun, I'm glad we went.  I read Night Circus for our book club last year (I didn't go meet the author to get the book signed though, because I have it on Kindle... the downside to ebooks, I suppose).  There were nibbles, and a cash bar, although the drinks were pretty reasonable ($6 for a bourbon is pretty decent).  There were performers playing with fire, and a magician, as well as vendors selling jewelry and art.  They also had free cotton candy, which is totally awesome.  It seemed to be a pretty big success, and was packed.  We had to wait in line for 30 minutes just to get inside.  The costumes were awesome though.  (Best costume?  The Fourth Doctor.  I mean, how awesome is that?)

So, yeah, costumes.  Husband spent quite a bit of money putting together his costume, including this annoying as crap steampunk gun that makes gawdawful noises when it "fires."  I, however, decided to make portions of my costume, because I'm crazy like that.  I had bought the material to make a bustle last year before Dragon*Con, and then ran out of time (I was going to have to hand sew it because I didn't have a sewing machine, and just didn't have time for it.)  I, of course, bought the sewing machine this winter.  The bustle was my first project, which was kind of a disaster, because I was sewing delicate lace onto delicate material, and the result was an epic fail ball of bobbin.  But I finally got the lace trim all attached, but then got tired of the project and put it aside.  Until Friday night.  I decided I was not going to deal with the sewing machine, which I scarcely know how to use, so I hand-sewed the bustle together, and attached the ribbon.  This was the result:

(Excuse the grossness of my bathroom mirror)

I also spent half the day on my hair.  My hair has gotten long, and there is also a ridiculous amount of it.  I put it up in curlers earlier in the day, and then did a loose updo around the "hat" I accessorized.  





It turned out pretty okay.  I had to borrow the hat from Cora.  It was part of a Halloween costume a few years back, and I gave it to her for dress-up.  She graciously allowed me to use it for the gala, in exchange for taking ownership of the bustle after the gala.  Fair enough.  I found a bird pin (peacock, I think) which I coupled with some feathers and pinned it to the hat.

I bought a costume on sale that was supposed to be some sort of slutty magician's outfit, so I could use the jacket and shirt.  (I decided I'm too fat for the corset at this point.  I wanted to be comfortable, and the shoes would be bad enough.)  Also, as an aside, the magician's outfit was the shirt and jacket paired with a pair of boyshorts, with garters for stockings.  Yes, this came in a size 12/14.  I'm sorry, ladies, but no one who is a size 12/14 needs to be walking around in public wearing only boyshorts.  Yuck.  I opted to wear a long black velvet skirt instead.  I won't be wearing a string bikini at the pool this summer either.  You're welcome, fellow citizens. 

(Hey, just because I cover my ass, doesn't mean I keep my bewbs covered.)

I also bought some materials to make a necklace and bracelet.  The necklace is a rope wrapped in a black chain, meant to resemble octopus tentacles.  It has an octopus pendant, and some gears and clock charms.  My bracelet is a chain with three clocks, tied with a ribbon.  Here's the bustle and the necklace:

(Wine goes with everything.)

Pair it with some dark make-up and uncomfortable shoes, and voila!  Steampunked!



(Close-up of the necklace.)

Overall, not including stuff I already had, I probably spent about $50 on the costume, which I'll likely use again since I'm going to Dragon*Con again, and we'll go to the mechanical ball again.  

Husband, however, spent a lot more money.  He bought our drinks, and then bought me something pretty, a strand of pearls from one of the jewelers.  (He has excellent taste in jewelry.)

After the gala, we went to our friends' house and continued to drink a lot of bourbon.  We got home at 2am, watched the new episode of Doctor Who, went to bed at 3am and then I woke up at 5am this morning to pray to the porcelain goddess.  Husband slept pretty much all day, hung over.  Ah, just like the old days. 

I had my book club scheduled at noon today though, at my house, so I woke up at 10 to get stuff ready.  I was going to do a Paula Deen give-ya-the-diabeetus casserole, but being around eggs seemed like a terrible idea, so I just went and got bagels and cream cheese, croissants, chicken salad and pimiento cheese spread.  I also realized that I didn't have any sparkling wine for the mimosas, so I had to improvise.  (Lexington has finally fought the blue laws and we can buy booze on Sundays now, but not until 1pm.)  So, I used a bottle of dry white wine, and bought a bottle of sparkling grape juice to add some bubbles to it.  It actually turned out really good, and made it a little bit sweeter, which I liked. 

And there you have it, my weekend of nerdy fun!

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Adventures in Travels

Wednesday

5:30 a.m.  Wake up and leave for airport to catch 6:55 a.m. flight to Charlotte, where I will catch a connection to Reagan airport in DC.  Have to drive myself to airport, with plans to have Husband pick up the car later, so I didn't have to get the whole family up that early.

6:00 a.m.  Arrive at airport, go through security to get microwaved and groped.

6:15 a.m.  Sit in the terminal.

6:45 a.m.  Told that the flight has been delayed until 8:30.  Stand in line to rebook connection to later flight.

7:00 a.m.  While still in line, US Airways calls to tell me that the flight has been delayed until 8:30.  (Yeah, thanks.)

7:05 a.m.  Still in line, US Airways calls again to tell me that the flight has been delayed until 7:45 instead.  I can still make my connection, so I leave the line.

7:40 a.m.  Told that the flight has been delayed until 8:30 again.  Get back into line.

8:00 a.m.  Seat held on the 11:30 connection from Charlotte to D.C., in case I miss my 10:00 connection.

8:30 a.m.  Still not boarding.

8:50 a.m.  Finally boarding.  The 9:15 flight to Charlotte also lines up to board.  Both flights are half full.

9:00 a.m.  Told plane needs to power down and be "rebooted."  One lady asks if she can get on the 9:15 flight instead, because if she misses her Charlotte connection, she will not be able to get to the Caymans until the next day.  The flight attendant tells her this flight will get her there sooner, and not to worry.

9:15 a.m.  Other flight to Charlotte takes off.  We're still on the ground.

10:00 a.m.  Told to get off the plane.

10:05 a.m.  Call US Airways to figure out how the hell they're going to get me to DC since apparently this flight isn't happening ever. 

10:30 a.m.  Told by US Airways they can get me to Charlotte later in the afternoon and I'd be in DC in the evening.  However, if there were any other delays, I would not get there today.  (I was supposed to be in DC about 11, the entire purpose of flying there was to get a half day in DC to myself.)  I check the flight status online, and it now says my flight is scheduled to depart at 4pm.  Cancel my flight all together and get a refund.  Curse US Airways and decide when I am Queen of the World, they shall all be my slaves and/or line the walls of Queens Landing with their heads.  (Also had been intermittently reading Game of Thrones on my iPhone.)  

10:35 a.m.  Drive back home, pick up my hairspray, shampoo, conditioner and some other airplane contraband and drive to Maryland instead. 

11:00 a.m.  Get on interstate.

11:15 a.m.  US Airways calls to tell me my flight has been delayed again.  (Idiots.)

5:00 p.m.  Find outlet mall.  Buy things at outlet mall.

7:00 p.m.  Leave outlet mall much poorer but with pretty new things to wear.

8:00 p.m.  Arrive at hotel in Bethesda, have dinner at fabulous little Italian restaurant and drink half a bottle of wine.  Think it would go really well with the gelato I planned to have in DC and didn't get.


Thursday

9:00 a.m.  Conference

7:00 p.m. Met friends for dinner in Bethesda at awesome little sushi place.  They were an hour and a half ahead of me on the road on Wednesday, in the process of moving to Baltimore.  (She's a vet, and joining a practice there.  She's been working out of the country for a nonprofit vet program, so we'll probably see them a lot more now than we have been.)

9:00 p.m.  Hang out at Starbucks to use their wireless and put some finishing touches on my presentation.


Friday

9:00 a.m.  Conference

1:45 p.m.  Skip a session of the conference to meet one of my co-presenters and set up for our presentation which is supposed to start at 2:15. 

2:15 p.m.  No one is there yet, including the other presenters.  Realize that the conference did not give any time between the last session and our session.

2:35 p.m.  People finally show up.  We give presentation.  We obviously go over, since we started 20 minutes late, and people have to leave because they have flights to catch.

4:00 p.m.  Change clothes, get explanation of how to use the Metro from the hotel staff.

4:30 p.m.  Take Red Line in, and then catch Blue Line to Federal Triangle.  Lurk outside of FBI building like a fangirl, and imagine the awesomeness of getting to work there.  Walk around for a while to get to the Yellow line to meet friends from grad school in Old Town Alexandria. 

7:00 p.m.  After pre-gaming at friend's apartment, have dinner at most amazing Tapas restaurant, along with several pitchers of Sangria.  Go to another place for drinks.

No idea what time.  Go back to friend's apartment.  More bourbon.  Have lovely time with old friends I rarely get to see anymore.  (One I hadn't seen since 2006.)


Saturday

2:00 a.m.  Drunk-navigate Metro back to my hotel.  (Thankful for the kindness of strangers.)  Pass out.

7:30 a.m.  Groan about how much I drank. 

8:45 a.m.  Pack, lumber about, finally make it out of the hotel.

5:00 p.m.  Arrive home.  (Feeling a bit rough, I decided to take it easy on the drive home, adding on an extra hour to the trip.)

5:15 p.m.  Nap.

6:30 p.m.  Wake up, eat dinner.

11:00 p.m.  Bed


So, there it was.  It was still a fun trip, even though I didn't get my day in DC.  I had big plans.  Immigration rally, gelato, lurking outside of the FBI, and the pre-Raphaelite exhibit at the Smithsonian.  One out of four, oh well. 

It was awesome to catch up with old friends though.  I loved my time in graduate school, and it's nice to see my classmates again.  I have to admit I get a little jealous though; they took the chances and went to DC.  I stayed in KY.  They have awesome tapas bars and exciting, glamorous jobs.  They use an app and a car comes to pick them up.  Oh well.

But here in the Bluegrass, it's warm and sunny today.  Cora has her violin recital this afternoon and an ice cream party afterwards.  I'll try not to be bitter that it isn't gelato.

Sunday, April 7, 2013

MILP Roundup #298

The Weekly MILP (Moms In the Legal Profession) Roundup is hosted on a rotating basis at the Butterflyfish, Ptlawmom, Attorney Work Product, Attorney at Large, Today & Tomorrow, Magic Cookie, and Reluctant Grownup blogs and is usually posted no later than Monday. 

In honor of warmer weather finally arriving, (and the impending death of a wretched groundhog called Phil), here's the Spring edition of the Roundup:


Izzie walks into a hot mess.

But I Do Have a Law Degree explains why law is not hot.

Daisy enjoys a second month with Gracie this Spring season. 

Butterflyfish is feeling lukewarm.

Attorney at Large writes on a hot topic.

LC is busy with spring sports and unfortunate sobriety. 

RG has Easter pics.

LL is baking.

CM took a trip down memory lane.

Portia puts out a call for donations for Shriners.


If you would like to have your blog added to the MILP blogroll for weekly review or would like us to consider a specific post, drop the hostess(es) an email or leave a comment at their respective sites.

Friday, April 5, 2013

Kindergarten anxiety and other non sequiturs

(The kid's, not mine.)

I'm totally excited about Cora going to kindergarten (although I am NOT excited about the 7:45 a.m. start time and having to get both kids ready and drive them to school every morning because Husband will still be at work... but I also think that the day should start at noon).  The Spanish immersion seems awesome, and I'm so excited that my kids will learn Spanish at such a young age.  I had to wait until my freshman year of high school to start Spanish classes, and by then it's just too late to ever speak like a native speaker.  My kids will be bilingual, hopefully multilingual (French is eventually required in the curriculum as well), and I think that's just awesome. 

Cora's not so thrilled about kindergarten.  She has it in her head that she will have to do "homework," and that it's something she doesn't want to do.  (I suspect this is coming from Grandma, who can't be positive about anything, ever.  She is the very definition of Debbie Downer.)  I told her she already does "homework."  Her violin practices are homework.  Her music theory book is homework.  Homework is just practice for something she learned in a lesson from her teacher.  She was whining again last night about how violin was hard.  (She wasn't even working on something hard.  She'd played a note too sharp, because her finger was in the wrong spot, and she started crying because I told her to fix it.  Things melted down from there.)  Finally, to convince her that hard work and practice pays off in the end, we first watched some old videos of her playing about a year ago, and then I video taped her playing the same song, which obviously was much much better.  Then we watched some YouTube videos of Lindsey Stirling.  I'm not sure I approve of the dancing around while playing violin, but Cora seems to like it quite a bit.  Then she decided incorporating shaolin into violin was better, and proceeded to play Allegro while doing kicks.  Strangely enough she was more in tune and loosened her death grip on the violin's neck (which is part of the problem with her going sharp).  I'd give it a try myself, but I'd probably break a hip.

And yeah, I know, hard work actually sucks and I'd much rather be taking a nap myself.  I worked very hard this week on some music that our director gave us on Tuesday, saying that we were going to play them for a concert the first weekend in May.  He made us commit before showing us the music (never a good sign!).  (The music is harder than what we spent the past three months working on, ugh.)  But today he changed his mind.  We aren't working on that music.  We'll be working on different music, more "complex" music (double ugh) and we won't have another concert until the fall.  I guess that gives me more time to put work in over the summer.  The concert on Good Friday was great.  Apparently we're going to make the Dubois piece a regular event, if the choirs are cool with it.  Cora really liked the concert and has been asking to hear the "Jesus songs" (a temporary relief from Austin Moon and Taylor Swift). 

Tomorrow we're having a "fashion show" and having her besties over to participate.  She's quite the fashionista.  We watched some on YouTube the other night to prepare; she spent the time critiquing Chanel's fall line.  She also picked out a hot boy model for her godfather, saying "He's pretty, Uncle Steven will like him."  Yep.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Snotages and Outages

My day thus far: 

1.  Left my parking tag in Husband's car and had to pay for parking.

2.  Getting to work early for a meeting that my colleagues didn't show up for.  Ugh.

3.  Sitting in the conference room in (what is still technically the hospital) and having the lights go out for 15 minutes.  (I'm assuming the power didn't go off in the ICUs or anything, because there wasn't mass hysteria). Apparently the power outage effected all of south campus.
 
4.  Snotty, wheezing baby with a low-grade fever staying home from daycare (because if we sent her, they'd just say she had a much higher temp and send her home and then she couldn't go to school tomorrow).

5.  Office computer not working since the power outage.  Awesome.

6.  Go home to relieve Husband of snotty baby.  Snotty baby keeps coughing on me and rubbing snot on me.  Gross. 

7.  Snotty baby is going to be majorly pissed because she will be going down for an early nap in about 10 minutes, so she can attend my afternoon meeting with me.  That should be a hoot.

8.  I wish I could take a nap.  Sigh.