Tuesday, November 20, 2012

I'm a horrible liar.

I said I'd post about the Indian wedding we went to, and I still plan to, but that is not going to be this post.  Jetlag is kicking my arse, and it's the most I can do to get my writing and my working out in each day on top of the usual post-trip drama.  We're leaving for Florida tomorrow morning, and I still haven't unpacked my clothes from India.  That's on tap for today now that I've finished the prerequisite writing and working out.  But it has to be done before 5 because I am finally, finally getting my hair cut again.  Oh, and going to see Pitch Perfect (don't judge, I love Glee). 

Dante decided he was done sleeping for the night at around 2:30 am.  I sat with him for a while, then put him down.  He woke up again at 3:30.  Lather, rinse, repeat.  He got up at 4:15, 5:45, and finally stayed up at 7.  My night was not what you would call restful.  He's napping now (at his normal nap time), so I'm hoping he'll sleep his normal hours tonight.  Or at least something closer to normal than 2:30.  If he does do this again, I'm making Eli take some sort of shift. 

So...I missed housework.  Seriously.  I like doing things all day that make sure my house runs smoothly.  Also, I may be somewhat OCD about neatness, as I've been told several times in the last couple of days.  People keep asking me how India was, and my first response is that India is dirty.  I don't mean that in any cultural way, I mean it's physically dirty.  That was the hardest thing for me to deal with.  No one was concerned with neatness.  Imagine my joy when I got home to discover that my house had been cleaned from top to bottom just before we got back.  I mean, scrubbed, up to my standards, clean.  It made the transition so much easier for me.  On top of that, my mother-in-law stayed with us for the weekend to help with Dante.  We got a full night's sleep on Saturday night solely because of her.  Which is probably the only reason I'm not stark raving mad right now from lack of sleep. 

I keep forgetting that I got people gifts in India with the intention of giving them out at Christmas.  I'm terrible at holding onto gifts when I could just hand it over and make someone happy.  I figure that just means I'll get to shop for more presents.  Speaking of presents, I'm super excited to shop for Dante this year.  He's really gotten into his toys, so I'm hoping he'll actually play with stuff on Christmas morning.  Then again, he has more toys than I know what to do with at the moment, so maybe we'll get one big toy and only a couple of small things.  A new sippy cup, for instance, since he chewed through the nipple on one while we were in India. 

I was informed yesterday that there is some speculation about whether or not I am with child.  I'll ignore the implied insult to my figure, and let everyone know that we are, indeed, still not pregnant.  You'll be the first to know, I promise.  Well, maybe second.

And now, some random pics from the last batch of India photos (with a sneak peak of the wedding):

That's right.  We're going the wrong direction in this traffic.  No one cared.

Eli and I dressed in our wedding finery.

At this festival, they burn demons in effigy.  It was a big effigy.

Me and Isha with our good luck dots.

That sign is a warning that you should not drive your car over the edge of the pavement and into the water.  Because it needed to be said.

 

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Not if, when.

My brain hurts.  I'm about four sentences away from page 150 of my dissertation (out of 200), and I needed a break.  My brain doesn't hurt because of all the writing.  That was the easy part, which was a surprise, though it shouldn't have been.  My brain hurts because Dante is apparently popping out the rest of his teeth this week.  I'm really thankful that he didn't wait until next week because I may have killed someone on the plane ride home.  As it is, I slept in two hour bunches last night between screaming fits.  It was like having a newborn all over again, but a newborn who is capable of sucker punching you in the face when he doesn't want you touching his gums.  I'll be prepared next time. Our nanny is with him now, and he seems calm, so I'm trying to do my daily writing.  But I'm so tired my mind keeps randomly switching topics mid-sentence.  I did succeed in plotting out the remaining three chapters, and I only have a couple of pages left to write today to hit my goal. 

It hit me today that it's no longer a matter of if I finish my dissertation, it's a matter of when. I did multiple calculations, and at this point I'd have to be dead to not finish the book by the end of November as planned.  Barring the unlikely tragedy that I'm gored by a rabid cow or killed in my sleep by a psychopath (I've been watching a lot of Criminal Minds lately), I'll reach this goal.  That's a great feeling.  I'm trying not to celebrate too early because I don't want to get complacent. 

Adding to that great feeling is that I'm finally getting one of my stories published in a lit journal.  I hadn't submitted anything since 2009, and it made me sad because that was pathetic for someone who professes to want to get work published.  So in between writing sessions, I started sending stories out in the last couple of weeks.  The first response I got was an acceptance.  There's nothing that will work better to convince me to keep submitting than getting accepted. 

It looks like I finally got myself in order.  I'm writing, I'm submitting, I'm blogging regularly, my baby is walking.  All I had to do was remove myself from the known world for a few months.  Go figure.  Time to go finish those pages.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Things I miss..or why I will shortly be 300 pounds

There are a lot of things I miss about home.  A lot.  Or even alot, if you're talking about a mythical creature who eats grammar.  I've been compiling this list for a while, pretty much since we got here, and now that we're two weeks from being home, I thought I'd share it. 

Things I miss (in no particular order):
  • Skinny, no whip, chai creme frappuccinos
  • Pumpkin spice lattes
  • Frostys
  • Squishy bread
  • Cucumbers, light bulbs, and diapers all in the same place
  • Real Chili
  • Chicken fettuccine alfredo from Maggiano's
  • Moscato
  • Milk in a jug
  • Bacon
  • Steak
  • Rolls from Texas Roadhouse
  • Salads and soups and all you can eat pasta from Olive Garden
  • Cheesecake
  • Cupcakes
  • Frozen yogurt
  • Reliable power
  • Reliable water
  • Potable tap water
  • Fountain Diet Coke
  • Driving
  • My hair salon
  • YMCA
  • An oven
  • My recipe book
  • My sewing machine
  • Onyx and Yuki
  • Roast beef sandwiches fromArby's
  • Cheese danish and chai and chopped chicken cobb salad with avocados from Panera
  • Salad bars
  • Iceberg lettuce
  • Strawberries
  • Lunch meat
  • Kraft cheese
  • Movies in English
  • Unlimited internet bandwidth
  • Traffic laws
  • Chilly air outside
  • Quiet at night (no honking or construction noise)
  • Dish soap that doesn't make me break out in hives
  • Laundry detergent that doesn't make me break out in hives
  • The ability to go outside in a tank top
  • Shorts
  • The certain knowledge that I will not be gored by a cow today
  • Ghirardelli chocolate
  • Taking walks with Dante
  • All our friends
  • Volleyball
  • Snickerdoodles
  • Trees outside my window
  • Voting
  • Crazy Packers fans
  • Oakland Gyros
  • Chunky Campbells soup
  • Cooking and baking
  • Ice
  • Celery
  • Whipped Philly cream cheese
  • Havarti cheese
  • Turkey jerkey
  • Summer sausage
  • Mac and cheese
  • Laughing Cow cheese wedges
  • Nacho cheese
  • Burritos from Taco Bell
  • Red beans and rice from Popeyes
  • Basic burritos from Beans and Barley
  • Text messaging...
 I'm going to stop it there because I feel like I could just keep going.  Let's just assume if it's in America, I miss it.  It is nice being able to get a bottle of Diet Coke for 50 cents, but that doesn't make up for everything else.  Despite all the stuff above, I don't dislike India. I just don't particularly like it either. 

There is one thing India gave me that America was unable to provide: the time to write my dissertation.  I have so much stuff in America, and so many responsibilities that I enjoy, that I haven't been putting any effort into finishing my degree.  Here, I literally have nothing else to do besides work out.  It's easy to put the time in because it's more fun than staring at Facebook waiting for someone to post something and amuse me. 

I do spend time with Dante and Eli, but there are a lot of hours in the day.  I'm looking forward to resuming my responsibilities and my life, but I'm afraid I won't be able to maintain the momentum I've built up here with my writing.  I guess this will be a test to see how stubborn I really am.

Pictures of the Indian wedding we went to next time.  If you're good, I'll upload a video of Eli dancing with the other boys.