tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89140703868769881932011-11-27T19:17:16.228-05:00Momisms, funny kid stories, <br> and random (over)sharingMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553888065951113232noreply@blogger.comBlogger621100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914070386876988193.post-6891103851885231122009-06-13T16:33:00.008-04:002009-06-14T00:52:53.733-04:00

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, toddlers and tweens....It's finally happened! He's finally done it! My son, just recently 18 months old, has finally taken his first steps!!!Seriously. I was starting to think I'd have to carry him to his kindergarten teacher, saying, "Good luck and have fun!" and run away cackling maniacally. Not to mention start taking back pain meds in my early 30s.But

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Found this at Mariposa's site, and it seemed like fun, so here goes:1. Moving sucks.2. There's no such thing as free.3. My best quality is my ability to get along with anyone.4. Screw details.5. In nearly 10 years, I've accomplished a lot, but often feel as though I haven't come very far at all.6. Relaxation is what I need right now!7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to

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As long as I amUpdating you on currentEvents in my life,I might as well writeAbout my latest resultsWith my fitness goals:When I updatedLast time, I mentioned that IWas doing well withExercise, but notSo well with my diet plan.Maybe I was tooHard on myself, butThe gist was the same. I didTake some advice fromMy commenters, butMy habits are still not whatI want them to be.I'm still

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I've had kind of a crappy few weeks month or so. I've been feeling myself sink into depression again, despite getting a lot better about minding my meds. Who knew that all it would take is putting the bottle of pills in my bedside drawer?I've really needed to return to regular therapy. I loved my most recent therapist, but had to stop seeing her when our caseworker screwed up our Medicaid and

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Remember when IWas berating myself forBeing a bad mom?Well, it turns out it'sEven worse than all of that.Wedn'sday the second,My husband took ourSon to the orthopedicDoc to check his arm.At first it was toCheck for any hip problemsSince he's not walking.But while he was there,The specialist would check hisHurt right arm as well.At the orthopedic center, they took yet another x-ray of his arm and

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I have a bit of a dilemma.When I first set out to improve my overall health and fitness several weeks ago, I did pretty well with eating sensibly. But I had no motivation whatsoever to exercise.Now I'm doing 4 sets of Dance Dance Revolution (3 songs per set -- it's the game mode for those of you who are familiar with the game) every night -- sometimes more sets on the weekends. I even do a

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It has occurred to me since Friday that Adam's vocabulary is actually larger than what I let on.I forgot all about these words:Chee = CheeseKee = KeysBuh (sounds like the 'oo' in 'foot') = BookNah-nah = Night-nightLa-yun = LionAnd my mom has also informed me that he says juice, although I've never heard him. And it probably sounds more like /joo/ -- he's not so good with the ending consonants

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We're in the middleOf a language explosionAt the Geek household.Baby Geek, who willSoon be sixteen months of age,Now talks up a storm.They're serious when they tell you that once a kid starts talking, he just doesn't stop. And sometimes it comes at a price: "Yes, that is the door. No, you drank all the juice already."It seems like Adam learns a new word every few days now. Here's the list so

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So... about those fitness goals. What were those again?Eating habits:1. Eat more fruits, veggies, and whole grains; and fewer simple carbs.Hmmm... fruits? veggies? Buying more, but not necessarily eating them. I have four apples and an unopened bag of salad sitting in my fridge while I sit here on my tuckus sipping a Barq's.But I'm doing better with my carbs. I bought a loaf of whole wheat

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*Haiku-ers: I know this is two days late. Blogger was screwed up Thursday night, and I didn't get a chance to publish until today. So sue me.Oh, yeah, you're right. I haven't posted in weeks. Oops. Sorry folks.Back to your regularly scheduled blog...Sev'ral weeks ago,I took my husband to theEmergency room.Silly me! I thoughtWe wouldn't have to go backAgain -- not this year.This time, it was

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My husband is inThe middle of his studentTeaching semester.The head of his school'sEnglish department bought fourDress shirts in his sizeSo that he may haveSomething nice to wear for jobInterviews this spring.He said, "I've been brokeBefore. I know what you areGoing through right now."All he wants? That hePays it forward to someoneIn need, when he can.Wow. Talk about generous. This man has

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It seems like everyone has physical fitness on the brain these days.The FLYLady (aka Marla Cilley) is right in the middle of a Body Clutter challenge on Facebook. Kristen from Motherhood Uncensored is hosting the Shredheads for the month of March. Christina of A Mommy Story is once again hosting Hot by Blogher this year -- even her husband Aaron is aiming for a goal of his own.Independently of

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Sunday night I got a call from my dad. Someone had crashed a car into their house.At first I assumed it was a drunk driver. What I couldn't figure out was, how drunk do you have to be to hit their house? Their neighborhood is an oval -- it doesn't go anywhere else. And they live on the straight part of the street. Furthermore, their driveway is half an acre long, and uphill. Seriously? How

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Lately I have hadA lot of weird dreams in whichI'm pregnant againEv'ry time I seeA newborn baby, I getAll warm and fuzzy.Sure, I rememberThe nausea, the contractions,The emergencyC-section... But IAlso got a beautifulBaby boy to hold.Yes, there wereSleepless nights and zombie days,Spit-up and sore boobs.But now look what IHave to show for it all: mySon, my very own.I've had some serious baby

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On Saturday, my husband and I went out on a date. Because of how tight money has been for the past year, the last real, dinner-and-a-movie-date we went on was for my birthday -- back in August.My parents had given us some cash and an offer of free babysitting (woot!) for a date night as our Valentine's day gift. We also had a gift card to P. F. Chang's, one of the few Asian restaurants my

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My whole family Is sick: my son has had hives,Pinkeye, and a cold All in the last week;My husband passed a kidneyStone Monday morning; While recovering, He caught pinkeye from my son.I just have a cold, But that is enough.I'm fed up: with being sick;With the weather, too. I'm sick of the snowAnd temperatures belowForty-five degrees. But mostly I hateThe constant changing from oneExtreme to the

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Last weekend (February 6-8, not Valentine's Day) we had our seconnd-ever family vacation. Well, sort of.Our first-ever family vacation was more of a long weekend. We were still living in Boston, my son was about 6 weeks old, and my aunt-in-law Krystie, who lives in New York, wanted to see the baby us before we moved back to Ohio. She bought us Amtrak tickets there and back, and we took the

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Remember this? Yeah,Forget I said that. Or, youCould hold me to it --Starting with today.I am trying my best toTake it in small steps.One day at a time.Babysteps. Speaking of which,Someone else is, too.Taking "baby steps,"That is. My son is cruising,Pulling himself up.Walking with my help.He thinks he can stand alone,But has no balance.But as soon as ITry to help, he gets annoyed,And wants to

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This is my thirteenth Haiku Friday; I think it's Been so far so good. Also, my son turnedThirteen months old on MondayHe's getting so big! Not superstitious, I think the number thirteen Is lucky insteadActually, I've always thought of thirteen as my lucky number. Life just seems to work out in weird, unusual ways for me. Often it seems things turn out the exact opposite of how I expect. So

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My son is now 13 months old. I can't even believe how fast he's growing and changing. His communication skills, epecially, are developing rapidly: he says cat, meow, roar, ho ho ho, and uh-oh (ho ho ho as in what Santa says, not a derogatory term for three women down on their luck). He knows a few signs: shaking your finger for no, opening and closing your hand for on and off (although he uses

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This morning, the weather in central Ohio was awful. Around 7:30, a mixture of sleet and rain began and let up about an hour later, about the time I got to work. It was a bit slick in places, but overall, it wasn't too bad for my commute -- although that may have been because everyone was driving at about half the speed limit. I skidded a few times and was glad to get to work and not have to

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My husband and most of his friends, and many of my friends, by proxy, are really into comic books. I'm a bit of a fangirl myself, although I haven't read much. What I have read (a bit each of Justice League, Ultimate Spiderman, and the latest incarnation of Green Arrow) has only been recent. I've also enjoyed the fairly recent explosion of movies based on comic books (I'll be truthful, they're

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A quick note: To all three of my faithful readers, please accept my apologies for my long absence. With a busy holiday season and six differeent family functions to attend, I had very little to say that was actually interesting to read time to write. I hope you will forgive me and keep reading anyway. My (blogging) New Year's Resolution is to post at least 2 to 3 times each week. And by

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It is official:Winter has come and all theKids are sick this weekYesterday we wereSupposed to have ten total;Three were at home sick,Two more went home byLunchtime, and that made for anEasy day, but I'mAfraid I'll get sickToo; don't want to pass it toMy husband and son.Not a great day yesterday -- it started out fine, since we were down to seven kids when the day started (we have three teachers

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Yeah, I know -- it's Tuesday, but I felt like this was a cool enough weekend to write about. Sunday night I was busy writing the PBN post (at the last minute, as usual), and yesterday I didn't have time to write a well-thought-out post, so I just put up the meme. Sorry folks, my life outside this blog is pretty busy.Anyway, Friday was my son's actual birth-day. As a special birthday treat, my

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From my high school friend's blog.She posted a picture of hers, so here's mineHere's how it works: Each person answers questions about their sweethearts. At the end of the post, the person then tags 6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them comments, letting them know they have been tagged.1. What is your husband's name? Brandon John Keller2. How long have you guys

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Tradition! The holidays are full of it, and my family is no exception. In fact, my dad is probably more a proponent of it than most fathers. He merrily sings the opening song from Fiddler on the Roof and does a little dance any time we ask why he does, well, pretty much anything around the holidays.We had many holiday parties with both sides of my family when I was younger. Most of the ones

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One year old todayI can barely believe itHe's getting so bigLast December fifthAt two thirty-five P. M.,He made his entranceAlmost seven poundsNineteen and a quarter inchHe did not start smallNow he's much bigger:Thirty inches and almostTwenty-four whole poundsNo longer nursingHe drinks milk from a sippy cupAnd eats table foodStill "army crawling"He doesn't pull himself upHe's not walking yet.But

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Another Thanksgiving come and gone. I was thankful for the 24-hour break between feasts, especially with the added perk of helping an infant feed himself this year -- all I had to worry about last year was third-trimester heartburn.But it was a great extended weekend, overall. We ended up not going to Mass on Thursday, as I was feeling sick and actually spent most of the day on the couch.

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Ah, Thanksgiving: the time of year when we stuff ourselves fit to burst, pass out in front of the television, and then wake up at 3:45 AM to get that great deal on a new vacuum cleaner. All while avoiding Aunt Margie's smothering hug or cheek-pinching icicle fingers.Most years since my husband and I have been together, we've attempted to have Thanksgiving dinner with both families -- mine, in

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My husband and I spend what is probably an inordinate amount of time in front of the television. We don't not let the baby watch TV, but we don't put on anything specifically for him, since he doesn't understand it yet. Well, and the American Academy of Pediatrics recommends waiting until your child is 2 years of age to let them watch. But the AAP also says not to cosleep with your child or

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Lately on TwitterI've followed momversationA panel of moms Who famously blogDiscussing certain issuesImportant to us. This week's discussion:Mommy guilt over workingI also feel it.Momversation is an interactive vlog between several bloggers from their panel of fairly well-known mommy bloggers. Selected bloggers discuss momversation's topic of the week, which is usually related to parenting and

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This past Saturday afternoon, my husband and I went to a protest of California's passage of Proposition 8 -- for those who haven't heard, Prop 8 is a ban on gay marriage. A lot of money from religious conservatives went into advertising for it. Since it was passed, there have been protests everywhere.Saturday was no exception: it was a national effort to get the voices of GLBTQ (Gays, Lesbians,

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One of the facets of my geekdom is my involvement in the Society for Creative Anachronism, or SCA. Although I've been somewhat less active since I moved away from the group I started with, and certainly since the baby was born, it's still something I enjoy -- partly because there is so much to do within the Society.Most of the activities I participated in involved "playing with string": knitting,

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Teaching preschool isA fun job: the hours are good, The kids are awesome! But sometimes there is"Teacher drama" -- teachers whoDon't get along well. The other teachersIn my room were so proud: noTeacher drama here! Other classrooms haveProblems: teachers switch rooms toAvoid coworkers. I almost countedMyself in their number 'tillA few weeks ago One teacher in myRoom and I clashed a bitBut things

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A few months ago, I mentioned that I was trying to start weaning my son. Well, here we are, it's nearly mid-November, and I'm still trying. This is seriously getting old.Once I decided to stop taking the breast pump to work, neither Adam nor I had a problem with skipping over the hours of 8 to 6 during the week. The weekends -- or my days off when the center was closed for Jewish holidays -- were

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It's been sev'ral weeksSince I participatedIn Haiku FridayFurthermore, I haveNeglected to post in thisBlog since last Sunday.Since November first,I have been spending much timeOn NaNoWriMo.National NovelWriting Month happens ev'ryYear: each NovemberHundreds of thousandsOf prospective writers tryTo write for a monthFifty thousand wordsOf fiction in thirty daysIs a lofty goal.Okay, seriously, folks

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Lately I've been missing my cat -- or to be more precise, my sister's cat. Charlene died in March this year while my parents were in the Dominican Republic celebrating their 25th wedding anniversary.We've always been cat people: my parents had two cats in the earlier stages of their relationship, Ginger and Twinkle (Ginger, the black "mutt" type, was so named because she and her brother Fred used

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...but still good.Thursday night (yeah, I know; not exactly the weekend, but I promise it's related): After work I went straight to my (mostly) weekly therapy session. I think the therapy is helping, but I really need to get in with a family doctor to get back on antidepressants. I say "a" doctor because I still technically don't have one, exactly. Since we moved back to Ohio, we've searched

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...even considering this is my first job in a day care setting and I have the plague that just won't end.At first it wasn't so bad. Yeah, I spent my first weekend with the flu. But I seemed to make it through the rest of my first month at the JCC preschool unscathed.And then last Monday I woke up with pinkeye. Woohoo. I felt okay other than that, but as the day wore on, I felt pretty tired

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As previously mentioned, I am somewhat of a musician. I used to be more than that: in high school -- my busiest and most productive musical years, I was still taking piano lessons (which I ended up taking for a total of 13 years), I was in marching/concert band, pep band, and choir, and in my free time, I was teaching myself to play acoustic guitar, singing in the shower, and writing music of

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A few thoughts that haveOccurred to me since last night;Tell me what you think:1:There is only one"U" in the word "nuclear,"Pronounced "NOOK lee er"It is not pronounced"NOOK yah ler" despite widespreadMisunderstanding.2:When you are asked aQuestion in an interview, It's usuallyA good ideaTo answer it, and not makeIt plain you did notBother to answerThe question. If not, at leastStay on the

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553888065951113232noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914070386876988193.post-49185538218037515602008-09-30T23:33:00.023-04:002008-10-01T00:45:03.038-04:00

Stole this from Caitlyn McFarland Hair. So weird to write that, even though she's been married longer than I have. You know how it is. To play along, just answer each question and type the answer into Google image search and post the first picture that comes up.First Name: Melissa(This, according to the caption, is R&B singer Melissa Lujan.)Middle Name: Marie, Nash (yes, I have two)(Holly

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It seems that I haveSuccessfully cut out theMidday pump session.No more lugging theBreast pump to work and cleaningPieces on lunch break.It's still not perfect:I still let down a littleIn the afternoon.Overall I'd sayIt's going well; next up isOvernight feedings.Actually, this started because of a mistake: earlier this week, I was running a little late on my way out the door (but by a stroke of

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553888065951113232noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914070386876988193.post-21933282162047126182008-09-22T23:52:00.004-04:002008-09-23T00:40:42.528-04:00

Good week in the geek world, or at least on TV: two season premieres and two continuing episodes since Tuesday.The summer series Eureka continues in its third season, unfortunately with the unwelcome addition of the Degree "product integration." More persistent and more obnoxious than its predecessor, the product placement, NPR's Morning Edition told me this morning that product integration is

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553888065951113232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914070386876988193.post-88568851694260969512008-09-21T23:28:00.005-04:002008-09-22T00:04:54.187-04:00

If I weren't already married, I would pledge my undying allegiance to the Baby Einstein exersaucer. That, and six months ago, our bouncer/swing combination. They have been the only way for me to get any dishes, laundry, or housecleaning done as the stay-at-home parent for almost nine months. My husband is also a fan, now that I'm back to work, and he has to play the role of both father and

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553888065951113232noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914070386876988193.post-30967012851325942942008-09-19T01:13:00.006-04:002008-09-21T00:27:30.457-04:00

Fell asleep againPutting the baby to bed;Nursing makes me tired.Want to start weaning --I just can't find the right timeTo cut sessions out.This week at the schoolOne teacher on vacation,Two out this morning;I was the onlyPerson familiar with theClassroom I was in.One fellow teacherSays she's still without power --Goes home in the dark.Estimates say thatElectricity will beBack on by Sunday.Man

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I've been meaning to post for almost 2 days. Surely, I thought, I would not be writing this tonight. All the problems will have been fixed by now, and I won't get a chance to discuss it.But here we are, Wednesday night, and much of the city of Columbus, Ohio is still without power. For those not living in Ohio or the general area, Hurricane Ike was still pretty pissed off when he came to call

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553888065951113232noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914070386876988193.post-86845620462031264532008-09-13T13:57:00.008-04:002008-09-13T19:39:47.728-04:00

It's been a long weekSorry this is a day lateBeen no time to writeWeekend: I got sickMonday night so did the boysTuesday: went to workWe're over the flu(For Brandon and me, the worst)Now Adam won't eatHey, folks. Sorry for the involuntary week-plus-long hiatus. I kept trying to sit down to at least write a quick note about why I wasn't posting, but things kept getting in the way -- you know,

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I got a new jobToday will be my first dayI'm kind of nervousI'll leave the babyAt home with his dad; no moreA stay at home mom.Short one this week, all. Gotta get up early in the AM, or at least earlier than I'm used to. I know I already posted a long entry about the recent change in employment earlier this week, but Haiku just makes it so much more fun!Visit A Mommy Story to play this week.

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553888065951113232noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914070386876988193.post-24455328982794844122008-09-04T00:03:00.006-04:002008-09-13T14:46:01.536-04:00

I just have to make the super-quick announcement that finally, three days after the end of August, I have finished visiting every single blog of the people who are listed and/or left a comment on the Blogging the Recession post at Motherhood Uncensored (Note: if you visit this site now and have not done so before, it's really great but it is uncensored). I feel so proud of myself right now...

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...or at least I will be in about two weeks.Since we moved back to Ohio from Boston back in February, my husband has been substitute teaching and looking for work that will actually support our family of three (subs are paid per day of work, whereas full-time teachers have a yearly salary divided up over the twelve months; subs do not get paid over the summer, and during the year, they only

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553888065951113232noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914070386876988193.post-49446673171890815282008-09-03T01:21:00.003-04:002008-09-03T02:47:31.231-04:00

I know what you're thinking. Oh, so she's actually going to live up to her blog title now, is she? Yeah right. Well, I am, dammit! I am a geek, just like I said. And now I'm going to prove it to you.On Saturday (yes, I know it was days ago, I've been trying to sit down and write this for like two days), my husband and I played in a Star Wars RPG. For those who don't know, a role-playing

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553888065951113232noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914070386876988193.post-59408324278588398152008-09-01T19:17:00.019-04:002008-09-03T01:24:00.400-04:00

Here's a fun little holiday-themed meme I found over at The Musings of a Mom. For the instructions and full list of participants (I'm #224!), head on over to Rocks in My Dryer -- she's the one who started it!How long were your labors?Just one so far for me (well, apart from the labor at 30 weeks that was successfully delayed), I was kind of in and out of labor for about 6 or 7 hours, then

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553888065951113232noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914070386876988193.post-69488551419701276852008-08-29T01:20:00.014-04:002008-09-03T01:24:23.751-04:00

Husband is busyBaby refuses to sleepThese make me grouchyBureaucrat bullshitThree days ago, then next dayA speeding ticketHow can my sisterCry her way out of one?It's happened twice now.Yet another jobThat might as well be performedBy ruthless robotsFor all the pityAnd compassion I receiveFrom each cop I've met.Today was betterUntil my husband came home(Just kidding, sweetheart).Oh, well, at

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553888065951113232noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914070386876988193.post-16516109703760177922008-08-27T02:46:00.004-04:002008-08-29T01:51:15.226-04:00

*****RANT WARNING*****We recently bought our friend's car. Today we went down to the BMV to get the title taken care of, since his birthday was on Monday and the plates are now expired. I should probably mention that this was the second (and not final) visit on behalf of this particular car. Let's not forget the three times I went earlier this summer because of my old car.Oh yes, my friends,

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553888065951113232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914070386876988193.post-12161506641979912172008-08-23T13:30:00.011-04:002008-09-02T01:13:04.264-04:00

On Tuesday, the day of no nap, Christina and I went to the Kroger out by her to pick up some dinner on the way back from the pool. They were giving away free pinwheels. I picked one up, figuring that if Adam wasn't entertained, I would be.Adam was thrilled. I didn't take it out for him to play with until Wednesday, since he was having sleep issues, but as soon as I did, he was riveted. I blew on

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553888065951113232noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914070386876988193.post-27835533517696797732008-08-23T01:10:00.018-04:002008-08-27T03:47:50.969-04:00

Time for something new:A fresh, fun game on my blogCalled Haiku FridayFrom Christina's blog,An alternative to postsLong and hard to write.Some weeks have a themeOthers are purely randomThis week is "School Time."My husband teaches,Substituting for manyLocal school districts.He also went backTo get his certificateFor high school EnglishThis week was the startOf both learning and teachingI think

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553888065951113232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914070386876988193.post-91462363690839121642008-08-21T01:54:00.013-04:002008-09-02T01:13:44.802-04:00

Monday was great! Or so I thought....It was a normal day, at first. I woke up, got ready for the day, Adam woke up, and a few hours later was about ready for a nap. Now, he is a short napper. I count myself lucky if he sleeps for an hour or more. Typically, he naps for 30 to 45 minutes, but sometimes he wakes up after 20 minutes with that "Hi, Mom! I'm awake now" smile and I know I'm

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553888065951113232noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914070386876988193.post-69693161809976126382008-08-18T15:02:00.016-04:002008-08-27T03:45:13.957-04:00

I am a newbie blogger.In case I haven't mentioned that yet. I mean, I've done some LiveJournal-ing before, but this is my first "real live blog," per se. A friend of mine does a lot of blogging (she's a really good writer!). I've been checking out her blog, A Mommy Story, and came across this:Do what now?So I clicked on it. It took me to Motherhood Uncensored (Note: when she says uncensored,

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553888065951113232noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914070386876988193.post-57343970872462804162008-08-17T22:32:00.006-04:002008-08-27T03:46:17.752-04:00

I do actually want to write something here about who I am, what I do, and what I want to accomplish here. Last night's post was really just about getting my blog up and running. I was tired, but I wanted to put up anything, even as short and sweet as that was. Figuring out where to start is always the hardest part for me. In fact, when I was in school and writing papers, I would frequently write

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00553888065951113232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8914070386876988193.post-62702338108187100962008-08-17T01:04:00.002-04:002008-08-27T03:48:32.032-04:00

So I’m finally joining the blogosphere, and what better topic than parenthood? It seems like a great way to meet and make virtual friends while venting and just generally collecting my thoughts -- I've noticed that keeping a diary/journaling/blogging leaves me feeling more clear-headed and less grouchy. So tune in to read my "momisms, funny kid stories, and random (over)sharing."

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