tired of being tired

Finally entering the "Third Trimester," or the final stretch, although it feels like I'm making a painfully slow progress- baby steps, literally. Still three more months to go, and really getting tired of being tired. My legs are seriously heavy on my runs (oh, yes, still running a few miles a day!) as if I've done 20-mile long run. When I go out I think about what Paula Radcliff, the marathon world record holder, said about her pregnancy- "Pregnancy was the hardest thing I've ever done- it seems to never end." I read other runners' comments that running through pregnancy was not easy nor pain-free. Running long distance is often mental pleasure more than physical to begin with, but especially now, it is becoming purely mental- that I'm doing a good thing for me and my baby, dragging my feet around the baseball field in the morning. I like the fact that it gets me out of bed and out of the apartment. It is still the best way to start a day, and the whole month of rain was really good. Pregnant runners also often comment on 'dirty looks' they receive on their runs, but I don't notice it much. I don't seem to get much reaction at all, and I wonder if it's a New York thing- you see crazy people and often ignore it- looking the other way. Pregnant runner? Just another crazy you encounter in New York City. I get more greetings and belly rubbing on my shopping round these days, though, which I enjoy. And he's been kicking, twirling, hiccuping happily daily. Sara thinks I'm going to have the sweetest greatest baby. I surely hope so. I'm going to believe he's the sweetest thing even if he's a devil.
...on july 2, 2009 @ 07:39 pm

English Hothouse Cucumber

According to weekly updates I receive from babycenter, at 26 weeks my little boy is now 14 inches long, or about the size of a "English Hothouse cucumber." What the hell?? So uncute. They often have a strange pick of a vegetable or a fruit to describe my baby. Then Mark goes, "well, he is a boy..."


...on june 19, 2009 @ 11:20 pm

New toy

I have found another great toy in my hallway; it's Fractiles-7, "Exciting Magnetic Tiling Toy for ages 6 to Adult." With three colored diamond-shaped magnetic tiles, you can make different shapes and designs. Possibility is endless! Just a kind of toy I like.

My friends are telling me that now my belly is popping, but I'm somewhat disappointed that I'm still not getting much attention on my run. Sometimes I feel a quiet stare, but it seems like I got more cheering when I was skinny and fast, but not now when I'm pregnant and slow. Maybe I should start running in my jog bra, with my belly all exposed. That would really get people's attention. He's got lots of hiccups today.

I have decided to postpone my jury duty appearance to August, thinking that I'll be much bigger in the final month of pregnancy and probably have more chance of not getting picked for a jury. I am assuming that having have to go to bathroom so often may be a good excuse, besides the fact that perhaps I'm too opinionated to serve as a juror to begin with.
...on june 17, 2009 @ 08:35 pm

oh my god


I came across this 'poster' on the web- it's so wrong, it's so crazy, and could not just pass without sharing. It made me still love the web. Also a site like Cute Overload brightens my day. Oh my god.

Rain returned; it feels like we're having so much rain this year. But this is still not like a rainy season in Japan, where it pretty much rains continuously for a whole month! Your clothes get moldy, your shoes get moldy, but this is why they produce good rice.

People has began to notice my increasing body mass. I figured it's about to time to reveal a secret I've been hiding under my apron, and began making announcement. Yes, I'm into 6th month as a pregger and the new boss will arrive in September. Some customers are already worried about the fate of SOY, but the boss will just make me work harder until one day I revolt and make him my little slave. Hopefully he'll be another great toy for everyone to enjoy at SOY.
...on june 5, 2009 @ 06:21 pm

Soy Nostradamus

I often shop at Jeffery's at Essex Market. They give me a piece of candy with my change makes me feel like a little girl doing errands for Mom. But especially this morning, when I put a cinnamon candy they gave me in my mouth, I fell deep into the cloud of nostalgie.

According to NY Times, Fresh Ginger Ale is in. Without the fizz, it's almost like my ginger lemonade, which I've been making for 7 years. What they publish often makes me feel like a prophet, totally ahead of time. Everytime they write articles on topics like, "Japanese restaurant with no sushi," "Tofu restaurant," "A small restaurant where chef/owner also brings food to your table," and describe it as a new trend, I am like, gee, I'm totally ahead of our time. I've been doing that for years! Yet they are so good at ignoring my tiny joint. It's all right, I'll be your secret prophet. What would be next? I bet it's green tea rice krispie treat! And I predict that the world is not going to end in 2012. Come on, I can't complete all my good work in three years. Let me finish and retire first.

Summer humidity assaulted us, and sailors are back in town. Hoping for the nice beach weather this holiday weekend.
...on may 22, 2009 @ 07:48 pm

A sad day

My usual day began with Coco's nugging meow by the bed. It's 6 o'clock. She's quite reliable about time. I give her medicine, then some food. I crawl back into bed. A few minutes later, she comes back form kitchen howling like it's the end of the world. It's just what this very old cat does after she eats. I fell back to sleep.

I treated myself for an expensive piece of doughnut ($2.75!) from doughnut plant. On the way back I hurried across Delancey Street on bike, with basket full of veggies from Chinatown. I had a bad feeling trying to make the light, with the traffic officer about to ignore my existence and almost waving to let the cars flow. I kept going. My bike bounced a little when I crossed the island in the middle of Delancey. The little paper bag on top of the basket jumped up in the air, and the precious coconut glazed doughnut flew out of the bag and landed in the middle of the street. "F*.....kk!!" I blurted out stretched out four letter word and left the fluffy square doughnut to be a sad casualty under incoming traffic. It was a sad day.

My parents read the previous post and couldn't really understand it. They have facebook in Japan now, but obviously not as big as here. They thought "Facebook" was actual book, some sort of publication. Understandable. It is a 'book' and I was talking about a page. Then when they asked about it, I couldn't explain well what this Facebook was about. I wanted to say, "a social experiment to explore the limits of your friends' circle," but that will not translate well.

I received jury summons. It was a sad day. I felt that it was a bummer to be an American besides the fact that we are sometimes hated by other people here or elsewhere in the world. Why couldn't they just use unemployed people, now that there are so many! It says I can ask for postponent once. Should I try to get out of it for the time being, or should I fulfil my duty as a citizen? Should I take it as an excuse to close the shop for a few days, to be aggrevated waiting around for hours on end in the courthouse? Tough call.
...on may 14, 2009 @ 12:18 am

sticking my face on facebook

"Your device so small she barely finds it in bed" was the subject line of a spam I received this morning. How brutal! But it was too wicked I had to share it.

So finally I decided to debut on facebook. In the beginning I was going to just create a page for SOY, but then as a business you can be a fan, but I couldn't make friends or look up people within facebook to invite them to SOY page. It's also very hard to find this page unless it's connected to personal profile. So I had to make myself available on view and began making friends in this 'social networking' world. Then in the beginning I totally hated it, because it took me a while to understand the relationships between the business page and personal profile, what they are supposed to do, and all that. Their program is also buggy and user-unfriendly, and after I created the 'page' I couldn't even find it. And I had no friends. But then some of my friends mysteriously started finding me. I had to begin 'networking' before I was even comfortable. Well, now I'm beginning to really like it, since I began to connect with not only the people I regularly see here, but with some 'lost friends' or 'people I used to feed.' My network of friends are becoming like exactly what I often have here at SOY- great mix of eclectic people. However, currently SOY on facebook has only 7 fans, including myself. Go become a fan, if you still haven't!

...on may 8, 2009 @ 10:59 pm