I found the title of today's entry from the wrapper of my Ghiradeli dark chocolate toffee bar. It was pretty intense. I love reading copy from ads, products, signage - you name it. Why? Because of the words, bro! I love words and what they can make you want to do, remind you to do or what they evoke in you. All leading up to you pulling out your credit card or cash wad to buy something you never thought you would need. (Costco also has this effect on people but it's more primitive - they sell by setting up huge piles of things like salamis, apple pies, telescopes and sofas and the sheer quantity of them makes you want one too - sort of an impulse buy. I have witnessed this effect on my own good husband who plopped a telescope in our cart that cost several hundred dollars. He never ever even mentioned that he wanted a telescope...
I love Christmas but I hate Christmas music especially when it's on nonstop beginning 11/20!!!!!
I've heard several people debate what and where is Silicon Valley. It's Palo Alto. No, it's San Jose. I think it's the whole South Bay and Peninsula. Why do we get so hung up on this? Actually I think Silicon Valley is like a giant "factory town" where all its citizens work for the same field or company. In this case, all the big and little tech companies. We are all drones, checking in and checking out of the buildings and then going home to our track homes. Ok, I'm getting a little too negative. But you get my drift. I'm amused at how women are fighting right now on the Silicon Valley Mom's Blog because they feel like their voices are not being heard because the blog is too focused on rich women with nannies. I say - write your own blog!
I am a self confessed perfectionist. Not the kind with the hospital cornered panties in her drawer but the kind who can't make a decision because she's afraid of making the wrong one. This tendency includes obssessing about dangers, potential dangers, remote dangers, impossible dangers. The whole worry muscle in my head is well developed like...uh....Arnold Schwarzenegger. I have a worry muscle that is as fit as our governor once was.
My daughter is very articulate and empathetic and somewhat calculating. I don't mean calculating in a bad way - I mean that she gets the progression of things. When she sees me sitting down, she asks me if my belly is feeling alright. At first, I thought this was due to her concern for her momma. That's partially right. What she really wants is to sit my lap and she knows that for that to happen - the belly has to be alright. Wah, I love my little muffin girl who's growing up too fast.
