Things I'm Currently Wanting

1. All The Better To Kiss You With lip gloss. In peppermint, pomegranate and chai mandarin. Because I have an addiction.

2. New kitchen glasses. Though I've been, um, advised that I should pare down first. Apparently there are some who think I have too many...

3. This print. Since I first saw it last summer, it's been in my bookmarks patiently waiting.

4. This notebook. Isaac is always looking for a place to jot notes. Isn't this perfect?

5. Boots. I keep putting off getting some. If I continue at this pace, summer will be here before I just get some already! Uggs were on sale at rei.com yesterday and I waited too long. Now I'm waiting again.

6. A Writer's Market subscription, but their website has been up and down for the past two weeks. Annoying.

7. Cute undies for Sammy. We're gearing up to start thinking about potty training. Someday. Maybe this summer. But these may hurry the process since they are so darn cute!

8. Time for yoga.

9. Mugs. I love mugs. Especially these. However, refer back to #2.

10. Ann Coulter to stop talking.

11. This book. Or this book. Or this book.

12. A good recipe for homemade pasta.

13. A trip. To Portland. Or New York. Soon.

The Eyes Have It...

(I love random gross eye pictures - thanks Internet! Not really. I have to always ask Isaac to flip the covers of his magazines when they are lying around because, hey! Not the greatest for company to stare at!)

There are many things that go through your mind when you realize you are marrying an eye doctor. Free glasses for life. Easy access to all medical questions (oh, wait...is that just me?). Dish dropping concern for every twitch, itch or inflammation that your eye will ever experience. None of them happen. Not a one. It's kind of disheartening, really.

What doesn't go through your mind is that you will get pink eye. A lot. I have no proof that it's a direct cause/effect kind of thing, but...when Isaac was in Optometry school I got pink eye like clockwork every 3-4 months. For four years. Lovely. I don't remember ever having it as a child, even though I'm sure I did, but to get it with such frequency as an adult? Madness.

Once we moved to San Diego my eye mardi gras cleared up and **poof** no more pink eye. I figured it was an Opt school fluke and I was done with the easy break outs. I've had nearly five glorious white eye filled years. Until today. I'm sorry to say that as of about 2 pm this afternoon, the conjunctivitis has returned. Maybe not QUITE as bad as the above photo, but still. That's what I FEEL like my eye looks like! Luckily, I'm a pro at this by now. Not to mention my doctor makes house calls. It's viral, no meds, eye drops for the discomfort, no contacts, no make up until it clears, don't rub my eye, don't share my towel. It'll clear in a few days.

The one silver flicker is, being married to an Optometrist, I know that pink eye isn't as contagious as people think. Still contagious, but not the rampant out of control reputation it's been linked with. Poor picked on pink eye...

Because I Have No Shame, vol....um, 11?

You are in for a treat, today. Here I am on my 18th birthday. For those of you counting, that would be February 1, 1992 (aka: a freaking long time ago!). I had stayed over at my friend's house and we had a great time. Most of it spent watching Opportunity Knocks. I'm pretty sure what we are all doing in the picture has SOMETHING to do with that movie, but it's been years since I've seen it, so I'm not swearing! Notice, though, the glitter shirt, ripped jeans and moccasins. I LOVED those jeans. They were awesome and I wore them for the next couple of years until one of my guy friends at college grabbed ahold of the rip in the butt. But, well, that's another story. Back to the picture. I was a vision, I tell you! This is firmly in my "Peace Love and Understanding" / Save The World phase. I loved my last year of high school. On the one hand, I stopped worrying so much about so much. On the other, I was anxious to move on, but I definitely had a good time until college rolled around. And, well, we all know that I knew everything. I was 18, after all!

Army of Me

Yesterday was a little different around our house. Sammy had a twelve hour play date with my sister. I had an entire day to myself. As I looked forward to this, I had a lot of ideas of what I should do and, in the end, abandoned them all. Because the truth is I missed Sammy. That is the longest I've EVER been away from him (I know...I KNOW!) and add that to the fact that I know he was having more fun without me than he'd ever have at home with me, hurt my heart. So, for the first few hours, I moped and cleaned up the house. Put all of Sammy's stuff away and then dropped to the floor of my quiet, quiet house for some solitude (it was pretty nice to just lay there without fear of a toddler jumping in my stomach!). I was going to stay home and write or do those 1001 little projects that get pushed to the side when living with a two year old, but it was too quiet. I needed to get out, instead.

I showered and got ready for the day and went shopping. I needed black dress pants for an upcoming reception and I knew that task would be better suited to do alone. It didn't take long to find what I was looking for (complete with new sweater and jewelry to go with the pants), so I decided to browse some stores. I ended up buying a few more things (lesson 20: I shop and spend way more money without Sammy than with him. Good to know!). Throw in a small late lunch and a quick trip home and evening was suddenly present. Then I went to my sister's, double checked the new outfit and checked on Sammy and it was time to pick Isaac up from work (lesson 53: taking hours to get out of the house and then browsing and wasting time really CAN fill up a day!).

We had adjusted Sharon and Sammy's day o' fun a little to accommodate going over to Lora & Dave's house for dinner, Rukus and Rage. In the end, lessons were learned and I can't repay my sister for taking a day of her own and spending it with Sammy. It was nice, however, to get home and hear that Sammy had done well and he was tucked away, sleeping in his bed. It seemed, from my point of view, that things went ok. At least I think my sister is still speaking to me! I will completely understand, though, if I don't hear from her for a few weeks while her nerves repair and she finishes off her to-do list that was surely neglected!

If You Start the Year Random, Does That Hold Prophetic?

1. New Year's is such a random holiday to me. New Year's Eve is my sister's birthday. Twelve years ago my ex-father in law (who remains one of the best men I've ever known) passed away on New Year's Eve. I remember that eclipsing everything else, of course, as I tried to be what you need to be in those situations. And every year in between and since is usually filled with games and friends and food. This year I slept the sleep of the dead. I loved it.

2. What would make a 21 year-old girl believe that she is in danger of becoming an old maid and essentially give up on ever DOING anything with her life as she desperately searches for a man? So much opportunity wasted, if you ask me. Which she didn't.

3. Speaking of wasted opportunity...we are watching the first season of Mad Men on DVD. Finally. I could NEVER have been a woman in the early 60s. Seriously.

4. And continuing a theme: I love when guys are so intimidated by strong, opinionated women that their only mode of defense is mockery so ridiculous that it makes them look stupid.

5. Isaac bought a wii and Rock Band 2 this week. I may have lost my husband for a little while.

6. Rock Band 2 illustrates NICELY why I failed piano. Twice. Instruments are lost on me.

7. I spent yesterday holding a beautiful 5 week old, 9 pound baby. For several hours straight. He still has the new baby smell.

8. Sammy spent yesterday saying "Mommy put the baby down?". Hee!

9. I used to be religious at keeping a journal. I have them (still) starting from when I was around twelve and my friend from down the street died of a brain tumor up through Sammy's first few months of life. My life, in all it's glory, is chronicled nicely. As Sammy started getting older, though, it's another habit that fell away (I'm sensing a theme...). I'm missing it tremendously, lately; that need of a safe place to work out life. So, I found this last week (Isaac got it for me last year at Christmas. In orange, of course) and have decided it will do nicely to kick start something I honestly miss. I just hope no one wonders what happened to Tawnya's missing two years!

10. A song to start the new year. It's stuck in my head from the 54 daily viewings of Curious George I'm subjected to. Good thing I love Jack Johnson...

Movies Watched 2009

500 Days of Summer *****
Taken ***
Kenny ****
Married Life ***
Confessions of a Shopaholic ****
The World's Fastest Indian **
Miss Potter ****
Slumdog Millionaire ****
New In Town ***
Monsters Vs Aliens ****
Bride Wars ***
Everybody Wants to Be Italian **
Last Chance Harvey **1/2
Doubt ****
Bedtime Stories ****
Wolverine ****
The Deal ***
Yes Man ***
Twilight *
Lost in Austen ****
Purple Violets *****
He's Just Not That Into You ****
Australia **
Happy-Go-Lucky **
Nobel Son *
Nights in Rodanthe **
Vicky Cristina Barcelona ****
Madagascar 2 **
Bottle Shock ***
Henry Poole Is Here ****
Brideshead Revisited ****
Swing Vote **
The Dutchess ****