iamom: (zoe at 4)
So the Democrats have won the House and may also take the Senate. Much back-slapping must have been had last night. It would be my hope that the Democrats perform strongly enough in the next two years to take the Presidency in 2008, although who knows what might happen after that.

I heard a CBC Radio news report this morning about an Israeli rocket attack made into the northern Gaza Strip. 18 people were killed, mainly from some family strategic to Hamas command. In response to this seemingly unprovoked attack, Hamas has declared that the current cease-fire between Israel and itself has, through Israel's attack this morning, become null and void. Renewed attacks against Israel by Hamas militants should be expected. And so the cycle resumes. (Good show, Israel!)

An insight about Afghanistan came to me earlier this week. Didn't the Soviets spend the better part of the 1970s and 1980s trying to quell the military resistance in Afghanistan? How can we Canadians expect that a few PRTs (Provincial Reconstruction Teams) and several hundred troops are going to be effective at "defeating the Taliban"? I wonder if the Afghani warlords (or whoever is responsible for tactics over there) laugh at the weak strength of our current forces allotment in Afghanistan.

This next snippet is typed by Zoë:

hello my name is zoe

my doll's name is annabell

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iamom: (zoe looking up)
It's odd, how little I post in here about my daughter, Zoë. She's four and a half years old now, and in two weeks or less (ack!) she'll be a new sister to her new baby brother (we think). She's a huge part of my life, obviously. But I don't devote much attention to writing about her. (I think that's because she's a perfect being of light. Words cannot express, and so on.)

It should be obvious whenever I mention her how much I love her, of course. Plus, there's always the shrine. Anyway, she and I had a fun morning together after breakfast today when I spotted her for several forward rolls, and then she followed up with three perfect ones in a row, all by herself. Moments like that, when I see pure, unadulterated joy and pleasure on her face at having conquered a feat all by herself, are The Thing.

Just lately she has recanted on a previous decision, steadfastly held since the age of 3, that she would become a doctor like her mama, work with her at the hospital, and go for lunch with her every day. Now she has decided that she wants to be a model: someone whose only job it is to wear nice clothes and look beautiful. When I told her she would be amazing at that job, she smiled brightly at me in response.
iamom: (zoe light)
One for the scrapbook, for sure: Weird End To A Meditation Session. I'll have to show Z that story when she's older. It's fun to go back and read through these old entries from back in the day. I have stuff in here that goes all the way back to 1999...
iamom: (zoebright)
...was last night before bed. It was fun. Her hair is still full of those beautiful corkscrew curls, it's just that it's not so long in the back. She cried when she looked down into the sink afterwards. "I want my hair back!" she yelled. "Where all my HAIR go?"

I changed the subject by asking her where all MY hair had gone. "It all GONE," she said knowingly. "Daddy hair went AWAY."

When she says "hair," it sounds more like "HEY-ah." Like, "Where all my HEY-ah go?" It's cute. She sounds like a Southern belle or something. She certainly looks like one, anyway.
iamom: (iam)
Z brought me a multitude of books to read, dropping 2-3 at a time in a pile beside me. She picked one up and started waving it aimlessly towards me. "Windy," she said with a smile, noticing that her actions had generated a wind.

Childlike wonder at the nature of the world: a quality worth spending some time around.
iamom: (lookingup)
...and even then, it wasn't a very good one. I haven't paid much attention to this scene or my blog for a hell of a long time. Probably since last summer sometime, I guess.

So how is everyone? I'd love to hear a hello or ten...

I feel like I have fallen into a black hole of work. Some kind of vacuum out of which I fear I'll never emerge. This gig started with a good-paying contract position where I worked from home, and then, I now realize, I succumbed to an ego play to accept a promotion and a raise to a Management Position, which came with more responsibility than I care to consider and more hours than I care to work.

So here I am, with a few spare minutes before B comes homes from a late-night study session, and a long list of personal things to do that I don't feel like looking at because I'd rather just take a break for awhile...

So, what news? B and I are training for a half-marathon (13 mi/21 km) at the end of May, and it's going well. Every week now, I'm surpassing my previous longest distance ever run, and I still can't believe how amazing it feels to run for that long. I never thought I'd be one of those people who said that the run starts to feel best AFTER the first 5 miles. Amazing! Have also lost 15 lbs since Jan 1, so that's a good thing too.

B's studying like hell for her medical licensing exam she writes in late May, and once that's over, she's sailing smooth until her residency officially ends in June. Looking forward to that, when she'll start drawing a nice salary and the heat will be off of me to put in these kind of hours at work. My plan, which I've shared with few except B and the guru, is to resign my management position at this company and become a 3/4-time programmer instead. 6 hours a day man, nothing more, and occasionally less if they like. I'm currently managing the department, so would hope that they'd consider me qualified. The question is whether or not they'd accept my offer.

Z is 22 months old now (wanna see more?), and I can't say enough about her. She's one of the biggest reasons I want to stop working so damned hard. By the time we get home from work after picking her up from daycare, we're both knackered and only have a couple hours of quality time with the girl before she hits the sack. It's too sad, really, because she's so fun to play with and hang with, it'd be way hipper to be able to spend more time with her in the mornings and afternoons. Hence the 3/4-time job I mentioned earlier.

B will probably have 2-3 years of hard work ahead of her while cutting her doc chops in earnest, but she has chosen a subspecialty which should yield high dividends without super long hours and bad on-call duties, which should allow her to scale back her own schedule within a short enough period of time. Quality of life is what we're looking for, not big dough. If we can be comfortable working 3/4-time each, then we're doin' that.

I'm just so burnt from working for the Man, you know? Yeah, y'all know.


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