Yay Babies!

Coming Valentine's Day 2008 (approximately)... my new niece!

I feel slightly guilty because I hate that I went into this actively kind of hoping for one over the other, but OK, it's true: I wanted a girl. I want to buy her pretty girly things like the princess costumes that my childhood so sadly lacked (it's true: I'd just wrap my blankie around myself and pretend it was a long, flowing skirt/dress. I think I only liked my blankie because it could simulate princess attire and because Liz had one, so I felt I should too), but I would have been excited if DJ were going to be getting a little brother instead. But that's also kind of irrelevant because it's a girl! (And more importantly, she is healthy and everything looked good.)

More babies!

Yay!

Random Thoughts

For some reason, I feel like I've been hit with a massive case of ADD today. It doesn't help that the office is half empty (Shanah Tova! Let's party like its 5768!) or that I drank a lot of tea this morning in the hopes of banishing this burgeoning cold/allergy attack (not sure which it is; I've been feeling a little sniffly/sore-throat-y for the past few days, and co-workers have been out claiming they've got bad colds, but taking an antihistamine has helped me and I don't feel achy or sick otherwise). I am kind of just bouncing around the office. A few minutes ago, we all crowded around the one computer with sound capabilities (don't ask me why we all are forced to have sound-less computers, we just are) to watch Britney's VMA performance and a sad trill of "Gimme Gimme! Gimme Gimme!" is still running through my head.

It's only Thursday. I need to remind myself there's still Friday to get through, the work week isn't over yet, but this feels very hard to do.

Anyway, random musings:

• Who would you rather have take you shopping: Stacy and Clinton or Tim Gunn and Veronica Webb? I kind of want to say Tim Gunn, because he's awesome, but I also really like What Not To Wear. I don't think I'd want Trinny and Susannah from the original/BBC What Not To Wear taking me out -- I love that they are bitchy and will straight up tell you your tits look saggy in that top, but I'm not sure their fashion wisdom er -- translates. Anyway, I hate all my pants right now and would like it if some reality TV show would descend upon my wardrobe and fix it.


• I've decided I really like licorice. I feel like it makes a good mid-afternoon snack, because it's candy, but it's also kind of healthy (not, like, Twizzlers, but actual black licorice) and has all those medicinal purposes. (side thought: Is the licorice I had after lunch causing my loopy state?)


• Three is the ideal number to complete a short list. I really can't end it on just two, because that's really not a list at all; it's just a pair. Four is really more than necessary and I think at that point, you're really trying people's patience. When writing, I always like to use things in threes: three clauses to a sentence (er, not all sentences, obviously), three bullet points, three adjectives to describe something. It just feels balanced. But sometimes, you really don't have three full thoughts to share, so you end up kind of searching for a third. Like now.

OK: I think 4:50 is close enough to 5 to call it quits for the day. Peace.