The Man of My Dreams

I wasn't feeling too well last night so I curled up in bed with my cozy comforter & travel channel reruns... only to wake up many hours later at 12:30am.

Recognizing that my evening was now a wash & i had no energy to even get up in order to close the curtain where the street lights beam was streaming in across my face... i opted to just roll to my left and drift back into my slumber.


At 7:30am i woke up once more in order to ready myself for work... but this time my eyes did not open with such ease. The sound of my alarm caught me right as Batman came swooping to my rescue. I can assume that i safely made it back across the crime filled city, so my morning frustration was not for lack of story resolution but because of what that dream made me think once i woke.

Ya see... as my hero came down with one arm and so gallantly flew away with me, i recognized him. I know, I know... superhero's are in masks that disguise their true identity.. i got it. But it was the facial features that did show that i knew without a doubt.

You know how on Batman they leave the eye's and below the nose visible... just enough to make you want to yell at the screen "can't you see who that is! come on Rachel! it is Bruce!" ... well so did the writers in my mind. My hero had a pair of eyes and distinctive jaw line that i knew oh so well... it was my own!

No no... i am not that conceited that i was the damsel in distress as well as the knight in shining armor ( granted i don't even know what that would mean if i was :-/ ) BUT those facial features had such a striking resemblance to my own bc it was my dad!

Yes... Kevin E. Cochrane, my hero. :)

In many a movie, or fairy tale- young girls dreams consist of the handsome movie star, prince charming, or music idol of the time... but what does it say for a young 20-something that has her father as her protector?

I think it is quite amusing and i'm sure that many of you will think the same. I am a single-young-something, living alone and i guess it is rightfully so that my father still be the man in my life.. (sure he still loves that too :)

But what might be most amusing to me is that not only was my father saving me from a life threatening situation, which hopefully any father would do- my dad did it in style...

O-the-Economy

While reading the newsletter for my favorite fresh market The Goose, I see that they have a new offering: Bacon of the Month Club.

With the economy the way it is, i can not help but be reminiscent to Clark Griswold's Jelly-O-the-Month Club.

Bacon is obviously a guilty pleasure for many people... but is this new club the potential modern day makeshift bonus?

Times are hard with bonuses being far & few between... so what would your reaction be if late this year you were offered an O-the-Month Club rather than mu la?

Would your response differ based upon the item?

Try the obvious, Bacon? or Wine? or Movie? or Meal? or extra Vacation Hours?

There is a pull on my heart strings for all of the items above, but at what level of offering would i feel moderately satisfied with them in place of the check i got the year prior?

2 4 the price of 1

1 of my pairs of jeans just became 2.
not magic or a mean joke with scissors.
its the new trend, and I LOVE IT.

I can wear my jeans down like intended, or up to show off my beloved shoes :)
either way... i know that i love being able to get more out of the clothes i have.


Rolled jeans are now up there next to pattern scarves & leggings in my heart <3

3 woman & a little lady

By April 1, there will have been 7+ babies born over the past 3 months in my office! (the + indicates my uncertainty on the exact #) And while i know how babies r made, i have still chosen the road less traveled by & continued my relatively new found habit of NOT drinking the water on the 22nd floor for fear of a miracle.

But it was yesterday, at my 2nd baby shower in 2 weeks, that i overheard a new coworker state what this was only her 2nd baby shower ever!... and her 1st was the one we hosted in office last week!

Initially, this struck me as quite odd: A 20-something woman who was trying the party punch with pink sherbet for the first time!... could it really be? And while i am sure my facial expression displayed my surprise without course, i chose to say a mere "Really?!" and await her response.

A short and sweet one she gave... "i am just not that close to many girls that have had babies." easy enough i guess.

The event went on as planned: food, games, gifts. And then my revelation.

The game was: Baby Alphabet. All the letters of the alphabet are listed with a blank line behind them. Once the sheet is turned over (given face down so no advantage is given) you are to fill in the empty line with a word that begins the corresponding letter AND has to do with Babies or pregnancy.

The clock started and on i went... started out strong... Animal crackers, Books, Cooing, Diapers...
Time was called. Scores were tallied. and i had all filled but 4!

since when did i know this much about babies? where in the world did i acquire the knowledge to fill in lactating, ointment, pee-pee tee-pee, raw (as in can't have raw food), stirrups, tummy time?

I am a 20-something woman who placed 2nd to 50-something woman in the overall point totals!

1 year, 5 months, and 27 days ago i was putting a flashlight to my sisters stomach trying to make 'it' move.
1 year, 5 months, and 20 days ago i was enjoying sushi with my sister Sarah bc 'it' had come out.

somewhere in between the two i acquired a speeding ticket and a niece.
and somewhere in between then and now, i acquired knowledge i never would have dreamt i would know.

So while my surprise of my co-workers lack of baby knowledge was true, my understanding for her 'excuse' is genuine. I knew my mom's friends that had babies. I even knew my own friends that had babies. But it wasn't until my sister had her baby.

Miss Elynor Aline Westrom has opened my eyes to many things... many of which i wished i had squeezed them tightly closed to!




BUT just as i am getting the hang of this little girl thing... my other sister Becca is gonna go and have a BOY?!

Bring on the pee-pee tee-pee.