After a brief interlude, we're back with....Breastfeeding!

It’s been a while. I’m someone who loves to have grand ideas and follow these grand ideas with the intensity of a freight train for several weeks until I, if you’ll excuse the analogy, run out of steam. See former projects such as Jews for Run, this blog, etc. 

I probably would have gone another week without posting on this blog, if it hadn’t been for something amazing happening reminding me how much the things I look up are needed. You might rightfully asked, what happened that was so inspiring? I received a request. So simple, someone needed me to look up something on her behalf. So now, I take requests. Actually, I take that back. I only take requests, if I happen to think that the question is valid and that I can write an appropriately somewhat-witty blog answering the question.

This week J. and J. (it was a request from two people! Both are named J.) emailed me to ask an interesting and funny question. They wrote:

Might be inappropriate, but I had to honor my employee’s request. She would like to know if you can breastfeed if you are pregnant.  It has clearly been a busy day.

Well, J. and J., I looked this up. Turns out you can breastfeed while pregnant. Although it sounds exhausting to me to have the life literally sucked out of you from two different places at once, I guess it’s a personal choice. I don’t judge.

See what the Baby Center (they have to be experts, right?) has to say on the matter here.

I was going to include a picture, but I couldn't find anything that was remotely appropriate or not creepy (again, in my humble opinion- I don't judge, but think of all the other people who have had their mouths on those things.)

Coffee Klatch

The other day I was accused of being part of a coffee klatch… to which I immediately took great offense. Well, I never. I am NOT part of a coffee klatch.  Who ever heard of such a preposterous thing? The nerve! I’m up in arms. How dare you! Exclamation point!

Wait, what is a coffee klatch exactly? The “k” makes its look faintly neo-nazi/white supremacists (as all words that start with the letter “k” before an “l” now do to me.) But coffee is good right? I was experiencing quite mixed feelings until I did the logical thing and looked it up. So, today, I looked up…. 

Coffee klatch.

coffee klatch or coffee klatsch also kaf·fee·klatsch

n.

A casual social gathering for coffee and conversation.

Aha… I might be part of that. Once or five times throughout the day. My favorite is the subscript though:

[Partial translation of German Kaffeeklatsch : Kaffee, coffee + Klatsch, gossip; see klatch.]

While the “kl” is representative of German etymology there is nothing harsh or austere about this word. In fact, the partial translation to “coffee” and “gossip” are the top clinically proven ways to be a healthyperson. 

And yes…in the course of writing this post, the search of “how to make friends” did come up. Don’t feel bad for me though, I’m already part of a coffee klatch!

Friggatriskaidekaphobia

I love any reason to celebrate. Surprisingly, for being a nice Jewish girl, my favorite holiday is Christmas. Second favorite is Halloween and all things closely resembling it- including Friday the 13th. This is also strange given that I was terrified of vampires growing up and walked out of 13 Ghosts in the theater. However, I am no longer 16 and the thought of something under my bed, while still terrifying, is less believable these days.

In fact, to celebrate tonight I will be doing a scary moviethon with some close girlfriends to get in the spirit of things. I've spent some serious time looking up recipes like "mozzarella eyeballs" and "baby fingers." I've also looked up the history of Friday the 13th and all possible related subjects. The best one I've looked up so far?

friggatriskaidekaphobia


No, it's not German. It is a type of phobia. It is the fear of Friday the 13th. According to Shine:

"Between 17 and 21 million Americans are affected by the fear, according to the Stress Management Center and Phobia Institute in North Carolina. Many of them won't get out of bed on this fated date for fear something terrible will happen to them."

See what Wikipedia has to say for Friday the 13th.

Hardboiled Eggs at Room Temp

I am truly a creature of habit and I have the best breakfast guy in the world. Working Girl's Cafe on Mission and Spear is staffed by the friendliest and most welcoming guy in the world, P. I stopped by Working Girl's a couple months ago and ordered my now usual- oatmeal (no brown sugar) and a small non-fat latte. I walk in the door each morning and don't even have to order, P. gets my meal started and always try to throw in a little extra piece of fruit or treat and I never let him. Every now and then I switch it up to the wheat bagel with "the works" (cream cheese, sprouts, tomato and red onion) and I actually need to rush to tell P. my game changer before he gets started on the usual.


Well, this morning P. tricked me. He made my usual, we chatted about the weather, his family and the weekend and I left. Well, when I went to sit down at my desk this morning to devour my delish oatmeal, there was a hardboiled egg P. had snuck into my bag when I wasn't looking. What a mensch! Unfortunately, with a busy day at work and my oatmeal consumed, my egg was long forgotten at room temp.

Post lunchtime run I sat down to dig in when a thought hit me. I wondered to myself, {how long can you actually leave an egg at room temp before you probably shouldn't eat it anymore?} Which brings me to today's post. Today, I looked up... how long a hardboiled egg should sit at room temp before you shouldn't eat it anymore?

Drumroll please....

Two hours. It's been seven.

Nice try, P.

Instacrush

Thinking of a (several) recent encounters, I developed what I would term instacrush. As a close friend R. once told me, "You go from zero to pregnant in 5 seconds." R. doesn't lie.

I am one of those few people who can tell in the first split second of listening to someone speak whether or not I have a crush on them. This, my friends, is a gift. I eliminate countless dating hours in the blink of an eye. I'm not crazy either. I can fall out of crush just as instantaneously. Many a man has lost my affections due to bad hygiene or lack of personality among other disqualifiers.

Anyways, I'm not sure what made me look up the word instacrush today. Can you imagine my surprise when Google showed up with not only results for instacrush, but a hidden message?

"In order to show you the most relevant results, we have omitted some entries very similar to the 666 already displayed. If you like, you can repeat the search with the omitted results included."

Google is not a fan of girls who instacrush.





Anyways, according to Urban Dictionary,

1.	Instacrush
	to instantly find yourself fawning over that one hottie with the sparkling eyes, and that beaming smile. you probably don't know their name, and they probably don't know yours, but who cares its infatuation at a first glance. its not necessary to know much about that person, besides the fact that they're oozing in appeal.

Couples Who Look Related

Did you ever notice how many couples look like they share a couple DNA strands:

Marilyn Manson-Dita von Teese

Sienna Miller-Jude Law

Brad Pitt- (sniffle) Jennifer Aniston

Even couples who don't look exactly alike have scary similar style:

Becks-Posh

Whitney-Bobby

Brad Pitt- Angelina Jolie

Even my close friends who are in relationships either look related or have an eerily similar couple style. Why is this? Well, I looked it up.

Turns out, there are a TON of reasons. Go figure.

May 7th- Giants Win!!

I shouldn't have had to look up whether we won Saturday night's game. I was there. I stayed for the entire game- I heard the victory cheers. Pretty sure I joined in on the victory cheering. I talked a boy into giving me his rally rag. I went home with multiple articles of Giant's apparel that I didn't arrive at the game with. I sent celebratory texts to more than one phone number in my phone. It was generally an awesome time.

However... When our CEO + 1 got in the elevator with me this morning, the conversation went a little like this:

CEO: How was your weekend?
+1: It was great, a little windy for me though
Me: You're telling me. I was at the Giant's game Saturday night. It was freezing...
CEO: I bet. Did they win though?
Me:..... I don't remember....
CEO & +1: .....

We won, 3-2. I cheered particularly loud when B. Weezy pitched and laughed waaaay too hard when my friend got hit in the face with a hotdog.