Things, March

We are still sick. Kamel has some lingering side effects of illness but I got walloped again on Monday with a whole slew of flu-ness. I am hoping that my stuffy nose is the last of my issues and I can start next week as a healthy human again. Cross your fingers for me. This has to stop at some point, right? I mean, it is almost mid March for fucksake.

Gabe’s first birthday party went great! I think we were at capacity for party guests in our apartment though, one more and the walls would have just burst open like a cheap piece of luggage. It was also a little stressful and daunting being the first time EVER I had EVER had any family over to my place for any reason EVER (EVER!). But I am so glad we did it. It was a fish themed birthday for our little Pisces. I even made a giant cut out shark. Here are some photos from the day:










As some of you know I finally have my very own instagram. Weee! You can follow even MORE photos of the baby, along with many other random things at betterinrealife on the grams.

This week there are hints of spring every where. The sun is out, the water looks sparkly, the temps are manageable, things are looking up! I’m hoping this means the terrible illness winter of 2014 will be over soon and we can move forward. Upward and onward! Onward and upward! I have the urge to go on a bike ride and sit outside on my fictitious stoop enjoying the smell of grass and the sound of sprinklers. If only. When you close your eyes what are you imagining right now?

I am really super done with being harassed by the do-gooders on the street in the city. Any city. I dodged them in SF and I dodge them in Seattle and they drive me NUTS. The charity pan-handlers, the people who pretend to say hello to you only to guilt you into saving the whales or giving money for marriage equality or malaria medicine! And I sound like an ass hole because I totally support all of these things, but I have place to be and I do give money and donations to causes, I just hate this set up so much that I don’t even want to give just to SPITE THEM. Did you know that when I was pregnant they would yell after me, “Don’t you want to make the world a better place for your unborn child?!” A version of that happened more times than I can remember. I would like to believe that we all are doing the best we can to be grateful and giving while also handling the business of our lives. I do not need someone yelling after me while I walk from one place to another. It’s getting out of hand.

12 thoughts on “Things, March”

  1. Hooray spring!! Yaaa- oh, wait. Was that a snow storm last night? It sure was! EFF THIS CHICAGO WEATHER.

    Also, apparently i’ve mastered the “risk talking to me at your own peril” stare, because the greenpeace (or whatever) people who frequently hover at every corner near my office tend to avoid me.

    In other news, I am SO happy that (1) the Veronica Mars movie comes out this weekend and (2) that it is getting great reviews!! I can’t wait to see it eeeeeeeeee 🙂

    1. So excited for Veronica Mars movie! Trying to figure out how I can palm off the small person on Lovely Husband for several days so I can binge on the series before then.

  2. When I close my eyes I picture being at our (new, yet-discovered, totally-in-budget) house watching Zach on a swingset and it’s WARM AND SUNNY. Hear that, New England??

  3. Ugh, YES to everything you said about charity pan-handlers. Even if their cause was the thing I was most passionate about on the earth, I still wouldn’t give to the street donation solicitors because then I am reinforcing the idea that this is somehow a good fundraising strategy.

    1. I also feel this way about he homeless newspapers. :/ Like, “hey! You were standing out on the street begging anyways, how about you sell some newspapers?” I JUST WANT TO GO TO THE STORE ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

      1. Oh, the homeless newspapers… I’m always so torn on that one, because I think it’s actually a really good program. BUT. I no longer buy them. I used to — there was a guy who was always outside my work, and on occasion I’d buy one from him. But then it got to the point that he KNEW that I would buy one — and he’d expect me to EVERY SINGLE TIME there was a new edition out. I couldn’t cross the street without him hurrying over about it. So now I don’t buy them, just because I don’t want people to *expect* I’ll buy them… which is messed up, as I type it. But there it is.

    2. This exactly. If I give you money, charities will just keep doing this, and I don’t want them too. It’s so annoying to be harassed on the street. It’s gotten so, I won’t even given (in other settings) to charities that do this, because I don’t think it’s a good use of their funds. There are plenty of other organizations who could use the money.

  4. I am a cupcake aficionado, and I can 100% say that those cupcakes look amazing.

    YES YES YES to those stupid street do-gooders. I once had a guy try to FOLLOW ME. He asked me to stop, I said nope, no time, and he said, “Oh well I’ll walk with you!” To which I turned and gave a very adamant “NO!” In what world would he think that’s ok? It doesn’t help that most of them are pretty young guys, and I don’t think they always “get” how they can come across to women.

  5. I’m sorry, but the last thing I’m gong to do is take my wallet out, and dig through it for cash or change, to give to a stranger that’s telling me the money is going to some cause. Especially since I work in a busy down town area that isn’t necessarily the safest feeling. My co-worker has been harassed countless times on her way to and from grabbing lunch. One time a guy asked her for money, and when she told him no, asked if he could have her lunch instead. I mean, the BALLS! Besides, I choose which organizations I donate to because I want to make sure my money is actually doing some good rather than lining some big wigs already designer suit pockets. I like small local grass roots organizations, and you know what, I like their pages on FB so if they’re out doing an event, I already know about it. Ugh. Nothing bothers me more then having someone come up to me while I’m minding my own business and then tries to panhandle/solicit. Especially when I’m in my car not paying attention. Mother F’ers I carry a taser and pepper spray and you do not want to be on the receiving end of either of those (my husband is paranoid that some type of tragedy will befall me, so he keeps me prepared with a taser and pepper spray, but I also have a shovel and an emergency bag too). Maybe it’s all the years of city living, or just being a woman in general, but when I get approached by strangers my immediate reaction is to get away from them as soon as possible. No matter what it is that they want.

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