Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Honey, I shrunk the bloggers at the Chicago Auto Show!

The flash on my new, pink, Sony CyberShot* did not go off, but you get the idea, yes?

That's Devra (on the right) and I with Ed Peper, General Manager of Chevrolet. We had wonderful dinner with Ed and the Traverse crew the night before the auto show. I will be back in a few days with details.

*No freebies here. I paid for this with my own, hard-earned cash. I thought my testosterone-laden family wouldn't want to go a near a pink camera. I was wrong. It's sleek and takes great 7.2 MP pictures (now that I reset the flash) and even records short videos. I love it and my boys can't keep their paws off of it.

A pain in the butt

That's what I've got. Every morning I wake up around three with a pain in my left buttock. TMI? Maybe, but I'm not so picky about sharing at 3 AM.

Having experienced various pinched nerve/bulging disk issues before, I think that's the problem. The weird thing is it doesn't bother me during the day; it only wakes me every night.

I'm going to the doctor tomorrow to get it checked out and hopefully get some reassurance that the issue is not a raging tumor that rests on my spine when I sleep, though this would explain the extra girth I tacked on during 2007. I'm always looking for some reason to avoid accountability for my weight gain.

Oy, listen to me. Is this what 80-year-olds blog about?

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Another snow day?

Sadly, no. Last week I was dreading a snow day. This time around, I was hoping for one. DH and I had a meeting with a principal at one of the local school. If the school had been closed today, if fate had prevented us from visiting, I would have taken that as a sign to keep the boys at the Gifted Academy. Ugh. It remains to be seen where we send the boys there next year.

Anyone I have a crystal ball I can borrow?

Or perhaps you're in touch with the ghost school years' future who can guide me a la Ebenezer Scrooge and help illuminate the long-term impact of my choice.
On a lighter note, here's DH in the fuzzy slippers I got from Graco at the Sweetpeace event.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Maybe you don't know this about me

Did you know I post over at's Momformation blog five times a week? That's why I'm showing up here less often.

I know many people wind up at Hormone-colored Days after Googling terms like "quirky gifted kids" or "gifted, but socially awkward" and I don't want to leave anyone in a lurch. So head on over and check out the Gifted category at Momformation. I try to write at least one gifted-themed post each week and some of the other authors contribute to the category, as well. Go ahead and click!

People wind up here as a result of all sorts of interesting search terms, many of which I don't want to repeat because they make my skin crawl. But I noticed that someone Googled her way here yesterday after searching, "I'm hormonal and want to kill my husband." Hadn't seen that one before. I hope she's doing better today.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

My shorts are in a bunch again

I love libraries. Really I do.

I've even been known to duck into the local joint on trip out of town, just to, um, check my email.

My kids have spent quality time in the children's sections in Park Ridge, Des Plaines, Niles, Skokie, Morton Grove, Northbrook and Glenview. (Hint: Niles is great for little ones, because the young children's section is in a rotunda and leaves only one escape route, which makes the trip so much more relaxing if your tots like to run as much as mine did.)

So here I am in the Des Plaines Library. But right now I'm fuming. I signed on for some Internet time and went to my appointed computer. The noise booming out of my neighbor's ear buds was overwhelming, so I turned and politely asked him to turn down his music.
"It's not bothering anyone. You can't hear it."

"Um, I can hear it and it is bothering me. Can you turn it down please?"


Excuse me?! I see a staff person nearby and go over to explain the situation to him. The staff person, a skinny white guy who appears to be about 16, but is likely just a late bloomer, comes over to my computer. I offer him the chance to sit at the desk to listen to my neighbor's music. Instead, he stands there, sizes up me, sizes up the guy next to me: overweight, dark-skinned*, disheveled guy in his early 20s next who is currently surfing professional fighting websites. Library guy offers me a computer in another location.

But I didn't do anything wrong. I turned to Library Guy, "I'll move, but that really isn't solving the problem of rude patrons. It doesn't reinforce of proper library etiquette."

"That's the detriment of living in society."

Um, maybe he should spend some time perusing a dictionary while he avoids doing his job.

Am I just a PMS shrew? Am I quickly becoming an old fart? (In which case, she is too, even though we were recently jamming with Smash Mouth.) What do you think? What would you have done?

* I would normally write off skin color as an irrelevant detail, but I sensed that Library Guy reacted to it.

Cross-posted at Chicago Moms Blog.

Remember to check out my posts at Momformation.

Thursday, February 07, 2008

Chicago Auto Show round up, part I

I'm very tired, but I wanted to get some photos up and I'll add commentary later.

I had a fun time with the GM folks at the Chicago Auto Show. Here is the new Chevy Traverse CUV, crossover utility vehicle, which they introduced at the the show. It will be availabe toward the end of this year. My meetings with various executives were pretty interesting. Again, more later.

It was comforting to learn that the upscale hotel where I stayed last night had the kind of office accomodations I'm used to in my daily life.Earlier this evening I pretended to be one of the cool kids and went to an Auto Show party, a Smashmouth concert at the House of Blues. So, um here's me and the bass player. Don't ask. He's definitely better looking in real life than in the photo, and I like to think the same thing can be said for me.

*yawn* I'm FOFS, falling on the floor, sleeping. G'night.

Saturday, February 02, 2008

I wasn't kidding when I said my career was in the toilet

Yesterday was a snow day--no school! So how was I suppposed to get away from the boys in order to be part of the conference call from Judith Lichtman about HRC's campaign?

Hide in the bathroom, of course.

Here I am taking notes while on the call. I should mention that this took place at my parents' house. We don't have a bathroom phone line at Chez Moldofsky (why bother when you have cordless?). It's worth noting that a certain someone at our house recently realized that with the invention of portable DVD players, bathrooms are no longer just for reading. They still are the best place to seek refuge from the kids, though.

You can read the details of the call at Chicago Moms Blog.

Friday, February 01, 2008

It's a snow day, after all

The boys were up at 5:45 this morning asking if today was a snow day. I told them I didn't think so and they cried, whined and moaned until the school closing gods heard their pitiful voices. At 6:30 we got The Call. School is closed. Too bad Smartypants left his snowboots and snowpants there yesterday.

DH says the roads are a mess, as if the plows weren't out all night. The doctor's I'm supposed to see today might not even make it in...