Remedial shopping

Another thing I've discovered I've lost over the course of the past year (other than belly tone and bladder control) is the ability to shop for myself. It's been so long since I've purchased myself anything that isn't related to pregnancy or momhood, I don't know how to do it. I wander aimlessly through stores, randomly touching shiny or soft fabrics but never taking anything seriously. I might pick things up, try them on, even carry them around the store for awhile, but eventually I put them back. I think I need a shopping refresher course.

And a good day to you too, sir

Today Holly and I took the boys for a walk on the Burke Gilman trail. As we were walking side-by-side with our strollers on the right half of the trail, a cyclist whizzed past us on the left. He said (none too nicely, I might add), "Don't take up the whole path, breeders."

We spent the rest of the walk calling one another "breeder".

Straight up

One of the residual effects of pregnancy has been that I don't know how to stand (or sit) straight. My posture is horrible. I'm either completely hunched over (as if I'm carrying a baby in my arms) or hyper-extended backwards (as if I'm carrying a baby in my belly). I don't even know where my center line is anymore. Maybe I should invest in one of those yoga ball chairs -- that will force me to sit correctly, won't it? Either that, or I will constantly fall off my chair at work, which would at least provide some comic relief to my coworkers.

Overheard at Tar-jay

"This vest is mad fly, yo."

- 20-something hipster guy talking on his cell phone while waiting in line to purchase said vest