November 27, 2009
4.27: Retirement
I've finally figured out what people do when they retire.
My grandmother came downstairs the first morning a little before 8. Not long after 9, she went back upstairs to get dressed, and didn't return for almost two hours. Yes, she took a bath, but still.
Every time she goes to the bathroom, you can write off 10 minutes, minimum.
At 7:30, when we sent the kids up for bed, she asked me if we were planning to head to bed, too. She decided to stay up with us "for a little while," and was soon sleeping beside me on the couch. She woke up for an hour or so when my uncle arrived, and then went to bed.
Thanksgiving day was more of the same, except she took a rather long "rest" before dinner, instead of after.
Throw in going up and down the stairs a few times, eating and a slow, slow walk to the park, and you've got a day.
I had wondered what my grandmother did to occupy her days. She doesn't really watch tv, had the internet and cable disconnected after my grandfather died, has no hobbies that I know of I don't think leaves the house alone. Apparently, the business of being alive is enough to keep her busy most days.
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November 15, 2009
4.15: San Francisco Day 4
I woke up early the next morning, in time to catch the sunrise from our private balcony. Then Rex and I got dressed and went for our first daylight walk on the beach, before returning to a common room for a delicious breakfast. We sat in that phenomenal room overlooking the ocean, enjoying a cozy fire and the beautiful views and relaxing with our books.
Soon after, it was time to pack up and head to Ross Ranch, where we rode horses through a redwood forest in the mountains. The ride was slow and easy, and shorter that I had geared myself up for, but I really enjoyed talking with our teenaged guide. She had a lot in common with the me of my youth.
We drove back to SF on 101, avoiding the beautiful but somewhat nauseating twists and turns of the PCH. I enjoyed seeing the vineyards, but unfortunately we didn't stop to take any pictures. They were beautiful, with some fields starting to turn colors for the fall. We stopped for lunch in some little town and ate at a pub that had a most delicious beer battered platter of fried goodness. At this point, I can't remember more than the tasty food.
When we got back to the city, we went straight to our hotel by the airport (and by straight, I mean we got a little lost and had to make a few U-turns, but we didn't go anywhere special.) We took a nice walk along the bay, watching planes land and hoping to find something to eat. I ended up settling for warm cookies from the front desk, with a side of free internet.
The next morning we got up and flew home.
The End
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November 14, 2009
4.14: San Francisco Day 3
We've been here for three days, and I haven't yet had access to free internet. And much like sex, I refuse to pay for something I can get for free.
Today, we're going to head back down to the bay and take a ferry to Alcatraz for a tour. We're planning to breakfast at Boudin again, but the big one down at the wharf with all the fancy meal choices. Somewhere in there, we're going to drive down twisty twisty Lombard Street, just to say we did.
The Alcatraz tour was sort of awesome. I hadn't realized that there was an audio tour included in our passage to the island, and it was cool to head former prisoners and guards describing their experiences there. A lot of the island was in various states of ruin, but there were bit of incredible beauty here and there, plus the views of the city and the bridges. I went along on the tour mostly because it was something Rex wanted to do, but I'm glad I did.
After the tour, we drove out of town across the Golden Gate bridge, stopping on the other side to take a few obligatory pictures. Then we drove up the coast and made it to the B&B just in time to run down to the beach and catch the sunset. We climbed about a million steps back up to the main house for a glass of wine, and then retired to our room for the first internet access I've had since we left Dallas.
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November 13, 2009
4.13: San Francisco, Day 2
The downside of our beautiful hotel room? I think the windows are made from waxed paper, and it's right next to the end of the line for the cable car. All evening and early this morning, the bells were clanging RIGHT NEXT TO MY HEAD. I could hear everything that went on on the street below as though it were happening in the middle of our bed.
I could hear it over Rex's snoring.
We had breakfast at a satellite of Boudin Bakery near our hotel, where an old guy sitting at the table next to us talked our ears off, but gave us some tips on cable car passes and some things to see. When he finally let us go, we headed to the end of the cable car line and waited (and waited) to get on a car. Each of the rides we took were fun and full of wonderfully talkative people.
We spent a half of our day wandering around Fisherman's Wharf, watching them make bread at Boudin, eating chocolate truffles and checking out the (stinky) raft of sea lions. I took a ton of picture of Alcatraz sitting like a jewel on top of the fog. Rex called a friend from work, and he took a few pictures of us on the Pier 39 web cam. We wandered back toward the land end of the pier, looking for the place that had smelled so delicious until the sea lion smell took over. We shared a yummy crepe, fed a few lucky pigeons and starlings some fries and then wandered down The Embarcadero, in what turned out to be a roundabout walk up to Coit Tower. We walked up the back side of Telegraph Hill, up the most stairs we've seen in one place since the fortress we climbed in Nafplio, Greece. The view from the top was beautiful. We ran into yet another talkative and extremely informative man who seemed to know everything about SF. We started walking back toward out hotel, planning to stop at a park Rex wanted to see and then catch a cable car the rest of the way. Instead, we walked all the way back to Union Square, through Chinatown where we saw more things I couldn't identify that things I could.
We too another cable car back to Boudin Bakery on the wharf for dinner, and then walked to the head of the other cable car line to ride back to the hotel. We stopped a few times to watch the "bush" men jump out at unsuspecting tourists and to pick up some ice cream, and then we crashed early. Again.
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November 12, 2009
4.12: San Francisco, Day 1
I can't believe it's been over three weeks (!) since we left for San Francisco. I started each of these posts the day they happened, and I've left them that way.
Our flight was late enough on Wednesday morning that we had time to get up and have breakfast with the kids, see Jamie off to school, and hang out with Katie and Owen for a while. Jamie barely acknowledged that we were leaving as she ran out the door to school, Katie and Owen were fine until they saw us off at the car, and then Owen wanted to come too. We stopped at CFA for a free breakfast, got stuck in some rainy traffic, parked and got bussed to the terminal, and still had time to spare. First benefit of our marital bonding trip? We could whip out our books and ignore each other.
We made it to Denver with just enough time to pick up a sandwich and walk right on to the plane. I'm sure we looked pretty low class, both leaning over Rex lap to eat a rather messy lunch, but damn was it good. Then we sat for an hour waiting to be de-iced, but still managed to arrive at SFO on time. After a 10 minute hike and then a 10 minute Air Train ride, we got to the car rental building and went to the #1 Club Gold board where we should have just been able to look our name up on a board and go straight to our car. Except out name wasn't on the board, so we had to go into the lounge, where they told Rex he wasn't signed up as Gold, so could we please sit over there while they found us a car? Ten minutes later, she gave us a free upgrade instead. I love when screw-ups work in my favor!
Headed to the hotel, paid $3.50 for the privilege of driving through the wrong parking garage, and got checked in. The hotel is "boutique" style, very well refreshed with new paint and tile and such, but what appear to be original doors with layers and layers of paint. It's a nice mix between modern comfort and convenience and quaint.
Rex humored me while I took some pictures, then we headed out to look for dinner. We popped into the Apple store on the other side of the block to check out the new 27" iMacs (drool) and the Magic Mouse (totally cool, but I'm not sure I want to get used to the differences. Although it does get rid of the stupid wheel issues, so maybe...) Stopped at a diner place and ate too much fried stuff for dinner, and talked to the girls and Owen for a couple minutes. (They're doing great without us, although they miss us.) Afterwards, we cruised through H&M, where I found two (TWO!) coats I really like, and even seem to be flattering. I picked up the warmer of the two, and wore it out of the store.
Now we're laying in bed, watching friends, and contemplating sleep before 8pm, which isn't even late in our time zone.
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October 12, 2009
Photo shoot
I've been planning to give Jamie my old point-and-shoot camera for a while, but I haven't really had the occasion (and I missed a chance I should have taken). When she asked me where her old Fisher-Price camera was (in a drawer because it keeps oozing something oily), I handed her my old camera, showed her where the power and shutter buttons were and sent her upstairs to take pictures of her Littlest Pet Shop creatures.
Here's what I found when I uploaded the pics:
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August 23, 2009
Summer's last hurrah
We spent last week in Gulf Shores, Al, enjoying the sand, surf and Tropical Storm Claudette with family friends. Rather than try to recap a whole lot of laying around and hole digging, I'm just going to do a The Numbers: Gulf Shores 2009 a la Chris.
Without further ado:
States visited: 5
Hours in the car: 25
Days spent in swimsuits: 7
Tropical storms headed our way: 1
Times we ordered pizza for dinner: 2
Pounds gained (by me): 4
Days the kids slept in: 1
Days the kids claimed they slept in: 7
Times kids got up in middle of night: 0
Sand castles built: 4
Pictures taken: 487
Clams caught: 1,386
Clams released alive: 1,385
Clams found the next day in the beach bag: 1
Times we talked about doing this again next year: 6
Hours spent talking to other adults while Apple products entertained the children: 9
Hours enjoyed: All of them
Next up: Jamie's first day of 1st grade. Sometimes I can't believe that kid is mine!
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April 1, 2009
Future CEO
While I'm in the shower, Owen turns the tub water on full blast, then pulls my breast pads out of the cupboard and flings them into flow.
It's all money down the drain.
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January 3, 2009
Delayed
Today is one of those beautiful days that make me so grateful to live in Texas, even if it's not the part of Texas I love best. I think 80 degrees may just be the perfect temperature.
Shorts weather in January. LOVE IT.
Finding old friends on Facebook has some interesting side effects. You run across an old boyfriend and think about the choices you made back then, and how they affect who you are now. One guy I dated, who I loved dearly, just not in the get-married-have-babies kind of way was probably the best thing I could have done for my self-esteem at the time. Another guy should have become a giant boil on my psyche, based on the way he treated me, the way I treated myself, and the relationship I had. Turns out he was nothing more than a minor pimple.
I can't believe how much I've forgotten, how many people, the good times, the parties. I swear I wasn't so much of a lush that I should have forgotten the majority of four years of college.
My dad has been here for the past week and a half, just left yesterday. While he was here, we were going to break Owen of his nasty non-sleep habits. We had a few arguments and misunderstandings, but I did manage to cut out the one feeding I was still doing that, judging by the size of Owen's thighs, was totally unnecessary. Otherwise, I'm still awakened the same number of times per night, but I'm no longer getting the exercise of running up the stairs two or three times a night. The upside is that for all his squawking, Owen doesn't really seem to wake up. The bad news is that he appears to believe that morning begins right at 6, if not a little before.
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December 6, 2008
And I'm not going to stop
I have a dirty little secret.
I'm a water waster.
Not all day long, mind you. I turn the faucet off while I brush. We try not to overwater the lawn. We have energy efficient and water saving appliances. I let the yellow mellow.
But in the morning, when I take my shower? I indulge. I wash and scrub and condition quickly, just in case something happens to one of the kids and I have to make a quick escape, and then I stand under a glorious stream of water so hot it heats me to the core. I stay in there until I'm so warm, turning off the water and standing naked in a cool bathroom is almost a relief. I refuse to leave until I've had enough alone time to get me through until at least lunch.
To be fair, aside from chocolate, my morning shower is pretty much my only everyday type indulgence. My nails are unkempt and unpainted. My hair gets biannual cuttings from the local cheap chain haircutters, if it's lucky. My husband and I share the same pile of t-shirts, which I wear over my sweatpants or my one pair of somewhat stylish, worn thin pair of Old Navy jeans. I clean my own house, mow my own yard, do my best to shop sales, and turn out the lights when I leave a room.
I have a dirty little secret.
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November 29, 2008
I could, but I won't
Content. Content. Content.
The word has lost all meaning.
I could write about how Owen thinks he will die if he isn't physically touching me. Or about how hard it is to get my chores and Rex's chores done with one hand. The alternative is full time baby screaming. There's been a lot of screaming this last week or two, between Owen being a bit sickly and the attachment thing. My ears hurt a little.
I could write about Thanksgiving, how my aunt, uncle, mom and grandmother joined us for a peaceful day of tv watching, puzzle assembly, turkey gorging and Wii playing. Even my grandmother Wii'd. Hell, she beat me at bowling! I might mention, for posterity, of course, that with a little help from my mom I managed to put together a nice spread, complete with perfectly roasted turkey, and got it all on the table at the same time. Owen slept through his first Thanksgiving feast, which meant I even got to sit and enjoy my meal with both hands.
I could write about my mom and uncle helping me get our tree set up, since Rex can't do the heavy lifting. How we decorated it with the kids today, and how pretty and perfect it looks, all glowing and covered in ornaments filled with memories.
I could write about how I'm thankful for my healthy kids, my wonderful husband, my parents and the mutual adoration between them and my kids, our home and financial situation and so much more I can't even begin. There's really so very little in my life I can point to as bad, in spite of all my bitching.
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November 27, 2008
Happy Thanksgiving!
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October 26, 2008
Saying goodbye to an old friend
I would have sworn I had a ton of pictures of him. In fact, I didn't bother to take more pictures of him the last time we visited because it felt like I had a million pictures of the same thing. Now I'm wishing I had gotten just one more good picture of my old friend.
He taught me how to ride. How to stand up for myself. How to be free.
He was stubborn and lazy and he followed my dad around like a dog. He liked beer and hated being alone in his pasture, no matter how short the time. Just when you were starting to think riding him was boring, he'd throw in a little buck to wake you up.
I trusted him with my babies.
There are a lot of people who think that a horse just can't live without a barn and a fancy bedded stall and twice a day meals. Loot lived in a pasture with nothing more than a shed to block the weather, hay in the winter if the pasture was bare, and grain to put some weight on him when he got older, for the last 23 years of his life. He wasn't exactly free, but he had an easy, relaxed life, at least while he was ours.
I knew he could go at any time. He was old. And not just approaching the end of your average horse's lifespan old. Really old. Dad and I can never agree if he was my age or a year younger. We've had him since I was 10.
I thought he was going to live forever.
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October 1, 2008
Or both
Rex and I took Katie out to lunch today, and let her choose the restaurant. It was no big shocker that she wanted to eat at Chick-fil-A, although I was expecting her to say McDonald's. According to her, though, McDonald's is Jamie's favorite, she prefers the Chick.
Sadly, neither of those choices is a hardship for Rex or I. Neither one of us has outgrown our love of fast food, although we've matured enough to prefer certain foods at certain places. You know, the fries at McDonalds, the chicken sandwich at CFA, the vanilla Coke at Sonic. Rex has been known to make multiple stops to pick up our late night snack.
So anyway, we're sitting at a booth watching Katie have a little chicken with her mayo and shoving Cheerios down Owen's gullet, and Rex comments that if he had to make a list of five meals that if he had to, he could eat for the rest of his life, the Chicken Sandwich/Waffle Fry/Coke combo would totally be on his list.
That's right, folks. We don't have a sex list, a la Friends, we apparently have a food list. It's a wonder Rex and I aren't 500 pounds apiece. He qualified that the meals had to come from restaurants so he wouldn't get in trouble for not wanting anything I cook, and then he mostly picked fast food stuff. I thought that was kinda sad, until I realized that we don't really eat at nice places, even when we have the time and a dearth of children.
So his were the CFA meal, Alice Springs Chicken from Outback, something from Sonic with a vanilla Coke, Peproni Rolls (no, that isn't a typo) from Double Dave's and the Chimichanga that ironically he almost never orders from Chili Gordos. I pretty much froze like a deer in headlights when he put me on the spot, but I did come up with BLT/vanilla Coke at Sonic (see a theme here?), a nice filet meal from Outback or Saltgrass, the giant fondue extravaganza from The Melting Pot, and pretty much any good cheeseburger/chicken sandwich with mayo, lettuce and tomato. Like I told Rex, I like me some meat on a bun.
So, what would be on your list? Food, or sex?
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September 24, 2008
I blame Brie
Over a month ago, we finally made it to Houston to visit the family. What with the pregnancy, baby having, baby shrieking and life in general, we just hadn't managed the trip. Usually, when we go to visit family, we really don't have time to see friends, too, but we added an extra day to this trip and managed to visit Susan and her family, and then spent the afternoon and evening with Brie and her family. It was lovely.
While we were at Brie's house, she showed me how she was redecorating her daughter's room. She hadn't been able to find a quilt for Emma's big girl bed in the right colors to match the rest of her room, so she made one. Made. And then she said it was easy, and showed me some of the other quilts she had made in the same style.
Just cut out some squares! she said. It's SO easy she said.
And I believed her.
I was having some trouble finding a quilt I wanted for Owen's room, which I needed to pick out so I could pick a paint color. Nevermind that the kid isn't going to use the quilt for a couple more years, I want to paint the room, and it's way easier to match a paint color to comforter than find a comforter that happens to match your paint. I thought I might do what she did, and make one, but since I've successfully sewn one curtain since high school, I thought I should practice first.
And that's when I opened my big mouth in front of the girls. I told them I would make a quilt for each of their babies, thinking I could work the kinks out on some tiny little projects.
Yeah. For Katie's quilt, the blue one, I needed 112 squares of fabric, plus 56 of batting. Thank goodness I finished hers completely before I cut the squares for Jamie's, because it ended up way bigger than I intended. The squares ended up all slightly different sizes, which in turn caused the rows to be off by a lot. I don't think Katie or her baby really noticed.
Jamie's quilt went a bit better. I learned a few things from Katie's, including not to use the one fabric that was a pain in the butt to tear into squares. I also got the rows lined up much better.
The pillows were just a bonus of the leftover squares.
I'm glad I made them. The girls love them, and in spite of my complaints, I actually had some fun, plus I'm kinda proud that I managed to sew. The sewing machine is a scary beast, you know. It was also nice showing the girls that I have some skills, that we don't have to buy everything, and that they can do it too, someday. You know, when Grandma teaches them!
I'm also really glad I found a comforter that I really like for Owen's room.
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September 21, 2008
Time suck
This is now sucking away my life. I blame Anna!
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September 19, 2008
Epiphany
I was going through some old pictures, trying to find the one of me and my classmates in second grade. Facebook, dontcha know. And I totally just figured out where all my body issues came from. The root, the start, the beginning.
I wasted a lot of years looking good and not believing it.
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September 6, 2008
Privacy
You know, I don't think I was cut out for blogging.
I sort of have this policy. I don't usually think too hard about my limits or my future plan or whatever, so it's more of just an idea, but whatever. The policy is that I don't write anything on this blog about other people that I wouldn't say out loud to them. That's not entirely true, since I have said a few things to my husband through this blog that I couldn't bring myself to say out loud to him, but I wanted to say them to his face. In general, though, when writing about friends or family, I try not to type the things that they don't need to hear, that would be hurtful, that are just me venting. It's ok for me to embarrass myself and to some extent, my husband and kids (although I'm starting to sensor what I say about my kid, too, since I don't want her to get mocked in school because I write about something that should never leave the house otherwise) (no matter how funny)(dammit!), but I don't think my MIL wants her dirty laundry aired across the internet.
It isn't really relevant that most of the people I post about would never know the post exists. Hell, most of them probably don't know what a blog is, and they sure don't know I write one. The fact is, once something is posted on the internet, no matter how briefly, no matter how secretly, it's out there. Forever. And in the same way you might find your very bestest friend from second grade completely by chance, family and friends can come across that one post you never meant them to read, even if you felt guilty about it and deleted it five minutes after you wrote it.
And there's always the chance you might get famous like dooce, and then pretty much everyone you have known, will know and share a gene with will see everything you've every written.
Why was I not cut out for blogging, you might ask? Because I'm a big wuss when it comes to saying things to people's faces. I don't want to offend anyone, or hurt their feelings. I want to be liked. I guess it's ok to be two-faced, as long as you keep the second face inside yourself. I would be horribly embarrassed if the people I knew in real life read what I want to write about on this blog, in spite of the fact that most of what I would type isn't rude or insulting.
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September 3, 2008
My newest baby
My new iMac came today.
I am in love.
The screen is so sharp and clear and bright that some of the pictures of the kids that I wanted to edit and make prettier? They already are. Seriously, I guess a laptop screen just isn't all that accurate to life.
Sure, I can't figure out how to do much more than surf yet, but I'll get there. I can't wait to dump the pics off my camera and see what I've got, and load all the years of pics I had to burn to DVD just to make room for new pics. I think sorting through them all looking for shots to print will actually be fun now, instead of the tedium I was avoiding on my laptop.
For now, I'm off to discover how to do some of the basics. Like balance my checkbook.
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September 2, 2008
Unpolitically incorrect
I was going to write a post about political issues, but I'm just not feelin' it tonight. Suffice it to say that while I don't think Palin's daughter's sex life relates in any useful way to Palin's leadership abilities, I wouldn't vote in her favor just because she has a vagina, either. I think it was likely a mistake to put her on the ticket, not because of her qualifications or lack therof, but because there are too many irrelavant but controversial issues in her life, all of which distract from McCain's campaign.
Not that I was planning to vote for McCain anyway, but I'm just sayin'.
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July 9, 2008
If I keep entering contests, one of these days I'll win, right?
I found Casey's blog through Blog Nosh. I like her writing, but I was totally won over by her entry for the caulk contest. I would have giggled uncontrollably, but my fear of waking the sleeping baby in my lap was just a touch stonger than my mirth. I'll do just about anything to avoid angry cranky boy. She's running a contest of her own now, and I'm just doing like she says. I haven't managed to win myself a Wii yet, but I'll settle for a new hairstyle that makes me look like I've lost 10 pounds. I'm hoping Sarah over at Hair Thursday has some nice options that don't require a lot of skill or time or, seriously, skill to maintain. There's a reason I'd rather give up underwear than my trusty ponytail holders.
Here goes:
This wasn't the picture I was trying to find when I went searching for a picture of me with bad hair. Apparently I had blocked this cut out of my memory, because seriously, how could I have not thought of it first? I can't believe my mother let me do this to myself. Worse, she let me keep getting it cut like this for several years, until the number of people mistaking me for a boy (in junior high!) traumatized me so badly I didn't cut my hair so much as an inch for almost 10 years.
This wasn't my first choice for good hair pick, but I came across it while I was looking for a great shot of my wedding hair, and decided it looked better. I can't believe how much I like it, considering the color is a result of a really mucked up home job, fixed by a moron of a stylist at a TGFesque salon. That fuzz in the picture? That isn't noise from the low light, that's DUST. I was visiting my dad's. He is not known for his housekeeping.
And this is what my hair looks like today. And yesterday. And the day before that. Repeat for the last five years. I know there's no reason a SAHM can't keep herself up, but I just don't get out enough to make it worth spending a lot of cash on hair and make-up and clothes. I'm wearing a free sample of lipstick in this picture, and it's the first time I've had make-up on in at least a year.
Note the unibrow Wee Pea has drawn on herself. Apparently my girls are doomed to inherit my skills.
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July 7, 2008
The N word
I have some friends who make jokes using the n word. They aren't *really* racist, in the sense that they are happy to have friends of all colors, but they are overly amused by the stereotypes and totally willing to perpetuate them.
I, on the other hand, consider the n word a bad word, like shit or fuck or damn. Actually, it's worse, because while the usual curse words might offend someone's sensabilities, the n word is insulting to someone's sense of self. You aren't just releasing anger with a poor verbal substitute for expressive language, you're using a word that denigrates an entire race.
Now the thing is, I never use that word. Ever. And I don't let people (ok, I'll say it, family) use it in front of my kids. They may say other things that I consider inappropriate, but I draw the line at racist jokes. But when my friends, who I mostly talk to online, start yukking it up, I say nothing. I never participate, but I don't think I've ever told them to stop, either.
How bad of a person does that make me? My sense of guilt tells me that I should stand up for my beliefs, but logic tells me that I'm just going to be ostracized by the aquaintances and mocked by my friends. I don't mind the mocking, myself, we do it to each other in fun all the time. I guess I just can't see what the benefit of saying something will be. They know it's wrong. They aren't going to stop.
I guess what it really comes down to is this: Is their attitude a friendship dealbreaker for me?
Typing this out has pretty much given me the answer: They won't get past a surface friendship with me. My best friends and I have differences, but less important ones, at least to me. I'm not proud that I'm not more forceful standing up for my beliefs, but it's also hard for me to cut someone out of my life (and I've known these people for many years) based on something so common, even if it is contrary to a core belief of mine.
Man, the more I type, the more I feel like a wish washy spineless suck-up.
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June 26, 2008
Link love
Stefanie from Baby on Bored linked to a blog called The Wind in Your Vagina written by Black Hockey Jesus. And I'm confused because this guy writes like a total loon, but I keep going back to it. There are imaginary people, ghosts and he never refers to his wife by the same name twice. He is irreverant and offensive and the post he wrote for Father's Day made me cry. In a good way, not like when my kids make me cry.
Go read him.
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May 29, 2008
NOT a paid advertisement
I'm not super eco-hippie, but I try to do what I can to recycle and cut down on energy usage. That pretty much means that I do the easy stuff: Recycle in our home, buy more energy efficient appliances, buy less stuff in general, and freecycle or donate anything that has life left in it. So when I saw IzzyMom's post about Brighter Planet's 350 Challenge, I was intrigued. And when I realized it would only take 30 second's to add their badge to my page, and in return they'll offset 350 pounds of carbon in my name, I figured that was easy enough even for me.
Put the badge on your site. It's a lot easier than finding 100 light bulbs to turn off for a day, and a hell of a lot easier than giving up your car for two weeks.
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May 8, 2008
wtf
At every house we've owned, and several we haven't, I have received mail in the name of Rex's ex-wife. Her exact name, my exact address. I'm torn between amusement and annoyance.
And I wonder if it's someone's idea of a joke.
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May 6, 2008
I have no idea what I'll do with it, but I've signed up for Twitter.
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April 22, 2008
Review - Horizon Organic Milk with DHA
Brought to me (and therefore you) by Bzz Agent.
This time I got two coupons for a free half gallon of Horizon Organic Milk with DHA. The max value of the coupon was $3.99. It took me three tries to find this specific product - Super Target and Walmart both carry Horizon products, but neither had the DHA product. i finally found it at Albertson's, but it cost $4.99 for a half gallon, yipes!
Taste-wise, this stuff is pretty good. I got the 2% version, and it's creamier than regular 2%. I thought it had a tiny off taste, similar to the off taste I've seen in vitamin added OJ. Not really enough to bother me, but enough that I cold taste it over my cereal. When I served the milk straight up to my husband and kids, none of them noticed any difference.
I like the idea of organic milk, but I haven't been able to justify the price. The DHA is a nice feature, especially since I'm breastfeeding and supposed to be taking in more of the stuff,and Horizon is a green company that treats it's animals and it's employees with care and respect, but there's just no way I can spend nearly three times the money on this product that I would spend on generic milk.
For anyone interested, I have coupons for $0.55 off Horizon Organic Milk with DHA.
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April 16, 2008
Product Review - Scrubbing Bubbles Automatic Shower Cleaner
I have another review, courtesy of BzzAgent.
Right after we moved into our new house, I received the Scrubbing Bubbles Automatic Shower Cleaner. According to the box, it will either clean a nasty shower in about two weeks, or keep a shower clean when used daily after your last shower of the day. It's also fun to watch!
I had sort of hoped to use the cleaner in the shower at our old house, since it was absolutely filthy. Unfortunately, I had to clean that shower by hand. However, I've used the Scrubbing Bubbles cleaner since we moved into the new house, and I can't see a single thing in the shower to clean by hand! The water still sheets off the glass and doesn't leave water spots, there's no scum or any of that black stuff that grows on the caulk.
The biggest downside to the cleaner is the price.The starter kit is about $25, and the bottles of solution, which only last about two weeks, are just under $4 at Super Target. I'm sure I'll end up buying more in a weak moment (or anytime I find a coupon!) but I'm not sure I'm willing to spend that kind of money day in and day out.
I'm not the kind of person who *likes* to clean, and since I just had a baby (kid #3!) I don't really have time, either. This has been a great time-saver, and it actually works!
For anyone interested, I have $5 off coupons for a starter kit, or you can go to www.automaticshowercleaner.com and print out a $7 off coupon.
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January 25, 2008
Almost
The best part of being pregnant is that it gives Rex and I an excuse to get french fries after the kids go to bed. Actually, the BEST part is not having to clean the litter box for nearly a year, but Rex gets a lot more enjoyment out of the fries.
It almost makes up for getting winded every time I get up off the couch.
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January 16, 2008
I'm ready to start moving stuff NOW
I've spent the last couple hours deleting junk and spam out of a clients email. Two years worth of junk and spam. Yeesh.
I met with the home inspector today. There were no major issues, and not all that many minor ones. We're good to go in the financing department. We still have a walk through with the builder to discuss the inspection report and look for cosmetic problems, a final walk through to make sure they fixed the stuff, and we have to pick homeowner's insurance, but other than that, I think we're set.
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January 15, 2008
Bzz!
I've been working on another campaign for BzzAgent. This one was actually sort of fun, and gave me a good comparison for those photobooks I do every year through MyPublisher. For the campaign, I was given a coupon for a free 6x8 Photo Book from CVS/pharmacy.
First off, the photobooks I usually have to be uploaded to the company, printed, and then shipped to me. The Photo Book from CVS was ready minutes after I finished the layout. The pages print out of the photo station, I handed them to the guy behind the counter, and he very carefully put the whole thing together in minutes, while I watched. At $12.99, the price is comparable to what I paid the other company for the book + shipping, but the CVS book is a hardcover and the ones I've order were softcovers (hardcovers were available, but for quite a bit more!)
Working on the book at the photo station was slightly less comfortable than sitting on my bed working on my laptop, but if you already have your pictures chosen, you won't be there long. The station was simple to use, while still allowing for editing, cropping, and text addition. Layout was easy to modify, and there were lots of choices.
I think my biggest problem with the whole experience was that the store I was at didn't have the 6x8 books in stock, since I went right after the holidays. I ended up choosing a 4x6 instead, which would make a cute little brag book to give to the girls' grandmothers.
I would totally make another of these books, especially as a last minute gift, or if we were going to be visiting family or friends and wanted to have some pictures to pass around. Easy, inexpensive and fast...it's a good mix!
I have a bunch of coupons for 50% off a 6x8 book...comment with your email address if you're interested!
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December 30, 2007
One outta two ain't great, but it's better than nothing
I don't watch a lot of football. Even the teams I care about, I'm ok with finding out the score after the game is over. On rare occasions, I'll bother to watch my beloved Aggies. Like last night, when I watched them lose to Penn State in the Alamo Bowl for the second time in my life. (This is significant only because my Dad went to Penn State and actually took us to the game last time. The Penn State part, I mean.) And yet, I still get an unreasonable amount of satisfaction from coming home to see that the Redskins thrashed the Cowboys.
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October 26, 2007
Good thing NaBloPoMo hasn't started yet!
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October 3, 2007
ODDwalla
While certainly delicious, Odwalla's Strawberry Lemonade wasn't as nutritious as I would have expected. And for someone who will drink corn syrup right out of the bottle, I was surprised that even It hought it was too sweet. Maybe it's that organic sugar. Ironic that the sugar is the only organic ingredient in the bottle. And does that organic 16% somehow balance out the evil 84%'s toxicity?
As a drink? Yummy. For the price? No freakin' way.
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August 31, 2007
Am I the only one who finds the Long John Silver's commercial with the headless, cooked shrimp swimming in the ocean disturbing?
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August 22, 2007
Sounds like the definition of family to me
We were in Austin last weekend, where I was buried in old memories.
I've known the friend we were visiting for 22 years, two-thirds of our lives. Even though we haven't always lived near each other, or even been in the same phase of our lives for most of that time, we've always come back to each other. She's a smidge older than I am, and has met most of life's milestones first: college, marriage, kids. Because we have some very similar values and views, her advice and opinions have always been very important to me. I'm not sure what I contribute to her life, but to me, she's been invaluable.
Add to that her parents, with whom I spent quite a bit of time as well. We were at their house on Lake Travis, which is filled with the things they've collected over the years. They had a lot of those things already when I was a kid, and so even though their current house is less familiar, much of what fills it is the same. We were at their house for my friend's birthday party, a fun affair full of families, swimming, food and play.
I got to flip through an album of old pictures, from before my family met theirs and beyond, and it gave me a sense of connection I don't get with many people. I haven't held on to very many people through my life, I don't have those elementary school friends some have, or a group of girls from college that did everything together. But I do have this family that has been intertwined with mine in many ways since I was eleven. They knew me before I knew me.
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August 21, 2007
Getting a letter from the Comptroller of Maryland, completely out of tax season, and referring to tax year 2004, asking why we didn't file?
Not cool.
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July 11, 2007
Time will tell
Have you ever spent a really long time making a decision, weighing all the consequences, and then as soon as you implement your decision, realize you may have made a huge mistake?
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July 6, 2007
Stumpin' for the MAN
So a while back, I signed on with this company called BzzAgent. They send you stuff, or coupons for stuff, and you try it out out and then talk about it.I seem to sign up for something every time we move, so I pretty much lose the motivation to really talk about it. This time, however, the product is worth the effort.
The product: al fresco all natural chicken sausages. So far, we've tried the sun-dried tomato & basil (yum) and the sweet apple (YUM!) My husband had no idea they were made with chicken! Both flavors were low in fat; in fact, no fat oozed out of them during cooking, even when the casings were pierced or I sliced the sausage before I cooked it. The sausage wasn't dry, though like you might expect from a low-fat/poultry product.
We ate the tomato & basil flavor for lunch, and both of my girls chowed down. My older daughter isn't picky, but my younger one is notorious. Yet they BOTH asked for seconds! My older daughter even chose to have the sausage a second time as leftovers.
The sweet apple flavor was my favorite, but then, I love sweet. We ate it for breakfast, and it paired nicely with pancakes for Father's Day.
The only downside was the casing. I'm not sure if it was because it was a natural casing, but it was rather tough. I don't mind a little snap to my cased meats, but this was a little much.
All in all, I would definately buy this again, even without coupons.
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July 1, 2007
You know you have a great friend when she offers to FedEx her cellphone-that-works-as-a modem to you so you don't have to be internet free for two weeks.
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June 12, 2007
Blogher
The last thing we heard about the house was that they had received another offer. The bank's realtor stupidly told us that our offer was way better. The hope was that we would hear something today. We did not.
I was still waffling over the Blogher decision when Rex was asked to go to California for a work thing. It's a good opportunity for him, but he would be returning on the Friday of the conference. I wasn't too upset, since I was still frankly quite terrified of going without knowing anyone.
I've sort of changed my mind, though. There are a few people going that I think I would like to meet, and that I think I can get the guts together to meet. Of course, our plans have changed, also. Instead of hanging around here while Rex is in Cali, I'll be spending a couple weeks in Maryland with my family. Perfect babysitting opportunity, but it'll cost me $200 to fly to Chicago from there, and I would still have to pay for hotel and the conference. Actually, that's about what it would have been from Dallas. I'm still waffling, I guess.
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June 7, 2007
I adore my DVR. Even when there's shit on tv, it keeps a little gem waiting for me :)
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April 11, 2007
Cadbury eggs
Easter is the season of Cadbury Mini Eggs. My love for the mini egg has surpassed even my love for Cadbury's other famed egg, the Creme egg.
Every year, I eat way too many. They are so delicious, so addicting that I can't stop eating when I'm full, when my tongue is sore from rubbing the candy coating around, when I don't even *want* to like them any more.
I ate a pound of the little suckers in the 48 hours surrounding Easter.
Not martha has done a comparison of Mini Eggs from different countries, with US eggs coming in last. As amazing as I think the American eggs are, I can't imagine how many Canadian or UK eggs I would consume. I'd like to find out, though!
When I think of a defining smell around my mother, it's a particular perfume that she only wore on special occassions.
My kids will remember the scent of the chocolate cloud that surrounds me always.
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January 18, 2007
My new favorite drug
You might remember how I felt about it just four months ago. But after three months on a stronger pill, I went back on the Yaz. I probably would have gone back to it anyway, after the appointment I was supposed to have in December (cancelled by the move,) but running out of the stronger stuff with no medical cards in sight cemented the decision.
The first month went well, no unusual bleeding. The period was fantastic, three days total, light with an elegant bouquet. And it obediently went away when I started taking the little colored (can I say colored?) pills again. I'm in love.
On the other hand, I'm starting to develop a serious case of baby fever.
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January 12, 2007
The delurking thing
Well, it's a little late in the week for a delurking post, but that's ok, because I'm not going to ask anyone to delurk. I'm mean, I'm not going to complain if you post a comment, but it would be hypocritical of me to beg, since I haven't posted one comment this week I wouldn't have posted otherwise. Which means I may have posted one comment this week, since I'm not much of a responder. By the time I get around to thinking of a comment and actually having the time to type it, it's already been said, multiple times.
Anyway, what I'm saying is this. Hi! It's nice to write for you, whether I know it or not!
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January 5, 2007
Trying to break out of my rut
I'm signing Jamie up for Zhinka dinka doo's Teeny Tiny Swap #2.
This is something I would usually be too lazy, too shy or just too much of a fuddy duddy to do.
Lord, I'm using words like fuddy duddy.
Anyway, I love mail, Jamie loves mail, Katie loves mail, and maybe we can teach some geography while we're at it. The girls got a puzzle of the US for Christmas, and Jamie has mastered the puzzle and is slowly learning the names of the states.
Wanna join us?
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December 15, 2006
What the hell were they thinking?
This was one of the poorest choices of marketing ever. The toy is so annoying I'm going to have to avoid McDonald's at least until they stop giving out these things, and possibly longer in protest. The sound it makes is like the adult equivalent to that Mosquito noisemaker used to disperse teens.
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November 23, 2006
Happy Thanksgiving!
Just how much do I have to say to qualify as a post?
I hope everyone is enjoying a nice meal with family and friends, and getting lots of fodder for the last week of NaBloPoMo.
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November 17, 2006
At least I wasn't trimming my hedges
I'm going out with friends tonight, so I guess I better get something posted before I leave the house. Wouldn't want to screw up NaBloPoMo at this stage of the game! Originally, this was supposed to be a girl's night out kind of thing, but I think it's now sort of a going away kind of thing for me. Whee.
I'll give you this little nugget of disgusting before I go:
I was sitting in the comfort of my living room, alone in the house, picking at my toenails. It's one of my great joys, poking and snipping and cleaning. I know, I have no life. Apparently I neve have, since this is a nasty little habit I started in my youth.
Anyway, sitting. Alone. Picking. I look up, and there's a large, dirty man in my backyard, looking at me. He waves. I wave back. Did he see me sniff the chunk of skin I evacuated from under the side of my toenail?
The unexpected landscaper knows too much about my personal habits.
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November 14, 2006
Is Dr. 90210 fluff?
I'm watching Dr. 90210. Doesn't get more fluffy than that, right? It does make me feel a little dirty, enjoying the shallowness of others. I guess it touches on the shallowness in me.
I've been watching the dirty whore, Tabitha, get these small dents in the back of her thighs repaired, and it's jawdropping. I cannot believe she's going under anesthesia for a defect most women would be happy to have. Then again, this is a woman who gets her anus bleached. Oh, and she wanted a diamond implanted in her wrist, so it would be with her always and forever.
Watching this show has a sort of weird effect on me. On the one hand, watching what they do to people's bodies while they're out makes me not want to let a surgeon near me unless my life is in danger. And the thought of the smarmy Dr. Rey makes me want to keep my clothes on always and forever. On the other hand, the show also makes it seem like plastic surgery is no big deal, and everyone is doing it. And if I'm not happy with something (helloooo saggy, underfilled-water-balloon boobs!) I should just go ahead and fix it.
Of course, I'm cheaper than I am shallow, so no worries there.
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October 23, 2006
NaBloPoMo
I'm planning to participate in NaBloPoMo. It's taken me close to a week to get around to announcing that, though, so I'm not sure how well I'm going to keep up. This will either be a miserable failure, or you guys are going to be reading some really crappy posts in the next month.
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June 3, 2006
Embezzlement and a sex scandal
I think one of the delinquent kids at the party last weekend opened Jamie's piggy bank.
I don't have any proof, and it's possible Jamie opened the bank, although her inability to dress and undress her dolls without 30 minutes of crying (her) and cajoling (me) has planted a large seed of doubt in my mind. I'd be surprised if the boy who was caught offering $.39 to one of the girls at the party to take her clothes off wasn't at the very least present, if not the culprit. I'm not sure if the fact that the kids were 5 and 4 makes the whole situation more or less sordid.
So which do I hide for the next party, the piggy bank, or my daughters?
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April 18, 2006
Ahh, the irony
Tom Cruise's and Brook Shield's daughters, born on the same day.
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March 2, 2006
I suck
I haven't been keeping up with comments very well. The way I have MT set up, I don't emails saying when I have a new comment. It also won't email you guys when *I* comment, and I'm not sure if anyone comes back to check for replies. I know I tend to forget when I comment on other blogs and don't check back, and as usual, I assume others do the same. I also wish MT would thread comments (and it might and I just haven't read that far) so maybe I'm just waiting for a miracle.
In any case, I would just like to say thanks now, all at once, and I'll try to do better :)
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February 22, 2006
I'll still be full the next time we go, in about 5 years
Rex's birthday. Dinner at The Melting Pot. Too full to talk. Too full to breathe.
Damn, that was good.
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January 11, 2006
I wasn't going to do the De-Lurking thing...
...but I just can't resist.
I'm guessing I'll get a deuce or less, which is sad, because all of my friends live in my laptop.
Maybe my new laptop will come with more friends included. Dell should list that as an option.
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December 22, 2005
Deafening silence
I guess I have my answer!
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December 21, 2005
*Tap*Tap* Is this thing on?
I'm falling behind. My goals was to write something here every day, with maybe weekends off. At the very least, I wanted to have a picture posted every day, hopefully even on weekends. I'm not sure if it's the holidays, the length of my non-holiday to-do list, lack of outside interaction or just sheer laziness. It's hard to worry too much about slacking when you figure no one is reading you anyway.
Drop me a comment if you're out there. While I wait, I'm going to write a post, and save it so I have something for you to read tomorrow :)
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November 21, 2005
I'm still not sure if she was mad at us, or with us
A woman stopped me in the mall tonight to ask me if I had a farm. I've never actually been stopped for my Porky Pines Farm jacket before.
As soon as I responded yes, she started spouting off about some relative having a profitable 1,000 acre farm, and people picking on farmer's like that Lieutenant Denzel. She was dressed oddly, and wearing a Park Police hat. Halfway through her rant, she stopped talking and was walking off when she suddenly started up again. I actually jumped when she started talking again it was so sudden.
I've become sort of used to people stopping me to talk about my kids. It's embarassing, but at least it sort of makes sense. We were so stunned by what and how this woman was talking, we weren't even sure how to respond.
What the hell is up with people?
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November 12, 2005
Bowling
I win the first game.
Then he kicks my ass.
Then he bends me over to do it again.
"It's all my schoolin', baby."
"Fine. Then I'm going to inseminate a cow on the way home."
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November 8, 2005
Another new category, also not my idea
I belong to a group called the Damascus Y-Women. It's a service/social/charitable women's group that meets weekly to raise money, give money away, talk, craft, listen to speakers, etc. We did a craft today called a journal jar. I now have a mason jar filled with topics and questions to jumpstart my posting. When I have trouble coming up with things to say, I'm going to pull a little slip of paper out of a jar, and write about what it tells me to.
Hence I bring you...The Journal Jar!
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November 3, 2005
All of my best ideas aren't even mine
I think I want to steal another good idea. The first was for a (somewhat) daily picture category, which isn't exactly a unique idea, but I might not have made one if I hadn't seen it on dooce first. I liked the idea because it's motivation to log into this site and post something every day, which hopefully translates into more non-picture posts, and it's also motivation to try to take some pictures aside from those I take to document my kid's lives. Lord knows I need a hobby.
The other idea is Mommy Matter's "quip du jour," a place the author records funny things her kids say during the day. I try to record some of the funnier things Jamie has said, but I'm already forgetting some of the cute things she screwed up. Some of them are common to a lot of kids when they start to talk, and some are specific to my kid.
In light of my own lack of creativity, and the convenient-for-my-purposes phrase, "Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery," I bring you the Daily Dose of Jamie!
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October 28, 2005
I'm like a housewife in the 50's
I'm going to a Tupperware Party tonight! I'm excited, not because I need more food storage options, (Or more of anything, at this point. I haven't seen half my stuff in long enough to think that maybe I should donate it all and start over wherever we end up!) but because this will be a night out with other women, no kids, and possibly wine. Please, let there be wine! Or beer. Or anything except tequila and whiskey.
I'm not really much of a drinker, although every now and then I like to get a bit liquored up. I rarely feel the urge to have a drink just for the heck of it, although I must admit I've wanted a beer enough in the last couple months that I've considered drinking the sad, old Coors Light that's been cluttering the fridge since before we moved up here. I miss my monthly Drunko group in Texas, though, since that was always a good excuse to have a couple beers, smoke a bit and try to talk about something other than our husbands and kids. I haven't had a drink since before we moved up here.
I sure hope I don't have one drink and fall asleep.
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September 14, 2005
Hit Me Baby
Britney Spears had a baby boy today by c-section. From previous reports, this was a planned c-section. Apparently her mother told her bad stories about labor.
What a freakin' cop-out! It's one thing to schedule a c-section if you've had a previous section or have other medical issues, but to get one because you're afraid of the pain? Childbirth is nothing compared to parenting! And besides, that's what they have epidurals for.
I'm a firm believer in at least giving something a try before you take the easy road. I copped out and got epidurals with both my kids, but I tried to go without first. I'm not a glutton for pain, and I didn't get my piercings because I enjoyed the feeling, but labor is usually something that starts slow and gives you time to change your mind and get medicated one way or another.
This might sound like I'm jealous that she got out of the pain of labor, but I'm not. Frankly, I'm not sure a c-section recovery is any better than labor and delivery recovery. And while the pain I experienced was real and strong, the memory of it has been reduced to minor discomfort compared to the pain in my ears from my two screaming offspring.
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August 29, 2005
Figure it out
I feel like I should post my backstory or something. I mean, it's not like I had an exciting life, but at least then you might know where I was coming from. I think I'll just let you all figure me out as I go along. That's what I'm doing, after all.
Besides, it would be too damn hard to get 31 years of my life summed up before one of the kids is up my butt.
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August 28, 2005
Finding memo
Nobody posts on weekends. Maybe that's my niche!
I haven't been posting here yet because I'm not sure what I plan to blog about, exactly. I actually started this site and blog more out of the desire to see if I could master the technical aspects and practice some design and programming. I have a LiveJournal, in which I record the daily drudgery of my life. It's a journal of my kids daily activities, so that I can keep track of when they woke up, when they nap and what we do. It's a way for friends to know what's going on in our life, in sometimes tedious detail, I'm sure :)
I don't think that's what I want to write here. Both because I'm less in control of my audience, and I want this to be more about me, maybe. I'm not a writer. I sometimes come up with funny or interesting stuff in my head, but can't get it written before I forget it, or can't seem to type it the way it sounds in my head. Not really sure how to describe it, but there it is.
Maybe if I write about what I really think and feel, to a more anonymous audience, I can find out who I am. I've lost a lot of me in the last 5 years or so. Hmm...sounds like a good jumping off point.
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August 21, 2005
Yay! It works!
Look, it's the obligatory first test post!
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