Monday, March 29, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
- Struggle to flip forward the front seat with a kid in one arm and a purse/diaper bag in the other
- Try to get a sleeping baby out of the back seat while fighting with the maneuverability of my own self in the tiny confines of a tiny car.
- Deal with deafening road noise in my tiny sporty car (the new one is so nice and QUIET!)
- Climb into the back of the coupe to collect a certain little person who thinks it's hilarious to get out of her seat and stand up in the far corner of the back seat where she knows it's the hardest for me to reach her
- Worry about going to the car wash because my super-glue job on the side mirror might not make it through.
- Strain my back by lifting Lucy into the back of the (did I mention two-door?) car.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
This is a picture of the building In Doha, Qatar on which I am working, and which took me away from Liz and Lu for two weeks at the end of January.
It may not look like much, but I could go on and on about the details of the structure and highlight lots of cool features, but this would only be slightly more interesting to the typical blog reading layman then a discussion on the tax code or tort reform. My goodness, we structural ninjaneers can be dull. So in an effort to minimize dullness, I am going to try to shoehorn all of the geeky-ness into the following bulleted list. Note bulleted lists are a screaming red flag that you are reading something created by an engineer. I can hardly get through an email to Liz without including a bulleted list. Anyway…
Exhibition Hall Summary:
- The equivalent of 5 football fields lined up end to end (with columns only at the perimeter)
- Typical floor to ceiling height is ~40 feet
- The building skeleton consists of ~10,000 tons of steel
- The building is actually broken up into 4 completely separate structures in order to counteract temperature effects (extreme temperature changes could cause the building to tear itself apart and Doha experiences EXTREME temperatures)
I’ve been wanting to write about this for ages. But then life happens, and internet fasting gets in the way, and here I am with a thousand things I want to write about swimming around in my grey matter and they’re all fighting so hard to get out that I feel like I’m not going to write any one of them coherently.
I’m going to bore you my fitness chronicles, because … well, because it’s what I feel like talking about right now, k?
The running? It is awesome. My body is awesome. Who knew that a body can run if you let it?! Not me! My feet can run one step and then another and then thousands more and all of a sudden I’m all the way across town. Now that is amazing. I know I’ve said it before, but I never thought I could run. Actually, I had myself convinced that the best I would ever be able to do would MAYBE be a 5k.
Now I laugh in your face, self-imposed limitations!
On Valentine’s day, I ran a 5k race. In under 30 minutes. That might not seem fast to you? But I was pretty impressed with my zoominess. That also means that I shaved 4 minutes off my 5k time in a little less than a year. Being able to document my improvement like that is such an incredible feeling.
And now my runs take me to places I used to balk about BIKING to 9 or 10 miles away. It continues to blow my mind. My legs are looking mighty defined these days. And my old clothes are starting to fit again.
Oh, and did I tell you? That I’ve lost the baby weight? My first weigh-in at the OB was in the arena of 10 pounds ago. Now, I have to qualify this a little bit before you pat my back too emphatically. I got pregnant in November. Fat season. I don’t really do all that well with self-control around mounds of delicious food. So, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years? 5-10-15 lbs.... I was one of those lucky ladies that wasn’t nauseated at all in the first trimester – or really ever. Just the opposite – anything not tied down was in my face. My jaws were always working the cookies and stuffing and sweets and gravy and, and, and! This is to say, I don’t consider my first weigh-in at 11 weeks as my “starting weight.”
I am now at a comfortable Couple Pounds Above My Previous Normal weight. Which is really quite nice.
Mostly, though, I’m so excited about running that pants fitting is a pleasant side effect. Nights before my long runs I can’t sleep because I’m excited to get out there on my own. Just me and my shoes and the street and my iPod. And we kick butt.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
First of all, this is a photo of Lucy being her father's daughter through and through. We're at friends' house for dinner. There's a little girl about a year older than Lu. They ran around in circles and played for a little bit. And then? When Lucy was done socializing? Where do we find her, but in a corner of the sofa reading a book. We're going to call her Mini-Bubba for more than just her looks, now!