Archive for December, 2008



December 18, 2008

Clearly I have difficulties writing a new post every day. I was wondering how that would work. Combination of factors, really…it’s cold in the basement, I’ve been busier at work (where I started the blog and wrote the first post), and I haven’t quite figured out the niche of this blog. Sure, it’s here to keep family and friends informed of what’s happening with my belly and eventually the baby. But there are enough things that go through my mind on a daily basis that you’d think I’d have plenty of ammo.

Take entropy, for example. I have long suffered from the effects of this concept, but didn’t know what was causing all of my frustrations until high school chemistry. Entropy and chaos – it all makes sense.img_2187

We have a small living room area, which consists of a large coffee table, a couch, an old leather chair and a couple other tables and shelving type pieces. Most of our daily activities occur around this coffee table, so it only makes sense that it gets cluttered quickly. Today is no exception. I’m downstairs, so I’m going off of memory, but I can picture our lunch dishes, two open Green and Blacks chocolate bars (yummy), opened and unopened mail, my purse, the latest Economist, 9 remote controls (slight exaggeration), Deacon’s comb, and I’m sure a lot of other stuff that I can’t even see.

Point is, it was clean yesterday (OK, Monday). But still, even with picking something up and taking it to its home (one of many places that seems like a logical storage place at the time) each time I walk by, the table becomes a pawn in entropy’s game of inevitable chaos. I like the idea of entropy – that you have to expend energy in order to overcome it – but I like the idea of entropy in regards to cells and chemical reactions, not my coffee table.img_1250

Will adding more storage places help with overcoming entropy, or will it require more energy to keep that organization? Does it take longer to dig through one junk drawer or try to remember the last logical location for a particular item’s storage? I’m sure Nick will vote for the latter option, but I’m not convinced. Perhaps I need to review my high school chemistry textbook.


Baby Fever

December 10, 2008

        It is finally here.  Officially.  Baby fever has set in. Overnight bags have been packed for the hospital and the nursery is stocked with enough brightly colored plastic to bankrupt a landfill.  I have to admit that the smell in “Switters'” new room is really nice, pre diapers that is.


              This is getting awfully serious.  I’m finally starting to understand what my parents meant when they said “someday you will understand”.  My brain is being pulled in so many directions right now it feels like it’s being drawn and quartered by a team of Clydesdales.  I am being inducted into the adult society of parent hood and no one has taught me the secret handshake yet.

        All in all, the moral of the story is that I am so excited I can’t contain it.  I just want to meet the baby, I want to see my wife meet the baby. That should help.





Smelly Smells and the Smellers Who Smell Them

December 9, 2008

This morning I read a decent piece in the NY Times about a woman who moved to NY after an accident where she pretty much lost her sense of smell. She slowly regained her sense of smell one NY odor at a time. She was lucky to not begin her second odorific journey with the smell of the sewer or a crowded subway car, but with a freshly sliced cucumber one day and garlic the next. She finally arrived in the odorificiousness that is NY at a bagel shop.

The article ended rather abruptly, but overall it was a decent read. I didn’t think much of it until one of my cube neighbors opened her daily bag of microwave popcorn. It might be my least favorite smell in the entire world, and there are two women in my area that cook a bag every flipping day. Seriously, a bag every day? Have they never heard of popcorn lung? It’s not just for factory workers anymore – there is even a law firm devoted to popcorn lung cases!

Smells are closely linked to memory and play a large role in how we taste things. There’s a Pillsbury crescent roll commercial where people click their heels together 3 times, close their eyes, and breath in slowly through their noses. The final image is of a batch of freshly baked crescent rolls, so the reference becomes clear. There’s no place like home – especially when crescent rolls are involved. Fair enough.


Digital Cameras

December 7, 2008

For the most part, digital cameras are pretty sweet, but I’m starting to wonder if they do more humiliating than honoring. With film cameras, you had to be careful what you snapped because you only have 36 chances for important, well thought out photos. Plus, you had to pay to get each of those developed. Now you can take hundreds of photos that few will ever see…until you become pregnant.

Natural HabitatThis large belly of mine has grown a lot in the last couple months, and Nick has done a stellar job of capturing that growth. He has developed a new ability to take photos of me without me knowing (in my natural environment, he calls it), and has become an e-mail pen pal with Ann. I’m kind of curious which pictures he’s sending. I’m sure all of the pictures he’s sending are good examples of my basketball belly, but part of me wonders if he’s sending the ones I want to delete (or just did a few minutes ago).

So here’s the question at hand – do you delete the photos or let them sit in your image folders on the computer for eternity? I know they existed at one point, but does the rest of the world need to know? And how about deleting them immediately from the camera as you’re taking the pictures? We get to see the image immediately after taking the picture so we can immediately decide if it’s good enough to keep. We’re all growing increasingly impatient from the advances in new technology and not taking time to think through little things like taking pictures.

Jim Brandenburg – nature photographer – spent 90 days in Northern Minnesota and parts of Canada a few years back and only brought enough film with him to take one photo a day. His editor thought he was nuts, but he produced some pretty amazing photographs that he was only able to capture because he was patient and thoughtful. Is that possible with digital cameras? Can we limit ourselves to capture one image of our subjects without looking at the preview and decide to keep it or try again? And on that note, how has this new habit developed from digital camera fever affected other aspects of our lives?


Mom’s Dream

December 5, 2008

While I was at Mom’s house for lunch taking Nick’s Christmas present for a “test run,” she told me about her most recent dream.  Apparently she and Rosie and myself were somewhere in California shopping – some place upscale like La Jolla or San Fransisco. We were apparently enthralled by some silk woven skirts that look to be made in Heaven or something. I think she said ‘exquisitely intricate.’

Must not been much of a dream though, because apparently we didn’t have money to be shopping in the stores we were in, so it was pretty much like life in the real world… eternally window shopping. The kicker was that Rosie decided not to take her flight home, which was the day before we found the heavenly skirts that we couldn’t afford. She was just having too much fun to leave. That’s usually the way it goes when she’s here or I’m there. Just when things started to get good, someone has to wake up and return to the real world. Which is what happened after what appeared to be a successful test run of Nick’s present…I had to come back to work.



December 4, 2008

The Namesake
Words are good. Internets are good. Words on Internets = Sarah’s new blog.

I do not yet know what I will likely write about on a daily basis (you do this daily, right?), but I’m sure it will have something to do with my life and how it’s about to be flipped around with the arrival of a new baby.

Deacon the Dog’s antics and handsomeness will certainly grace the pages of this blog, as will all the little things that make up my life.