Happy Halloween! I'm busy making homemade soup and watching my kids play in the snow with hubby. Just wanted to post a halloween greeting, and offer this as some entertainment. Have fun, and happy hauntings!
you have snow there already? gee, I envy you that. It seems like we'll have to wait another month or two before we get any chance of snow here...all we seem to get is rain! Hope you had a good halloween
happy halloween !
hope your family has a good time too..
family.. sigh..
i'm not too sure what halloween is.. can someone please give me an explanation..?
*note* Going to Mommy Matters at 4:30 in the morning and discovering a link to 20 Questions is not necessarily a good thing. *yawn* It's only four hours later, and I'm still playing it...lmao
Snow? I'm in short sleeves and you all have snow.
Sigh. Not fair.
-G
By 
DementedPhotographer, at
7:46 AM
It's short-sleeve weather here too. I want snow! :-(
Finding a tiny sock in among my laundry.
I just love tiny socks period
By Number Mouth, at
12:26 PM
i love tiny socks too.. esp the fun it is to go with mom to buy them for a little one..
and then the fun the little one has wearing them..
sighhhh..
http://satish-ev.blogspot.com
I miss the tiny socks. Oh, how I miss them...
Yes! One of mine, too.
One of my least favorite, though, is finding the "flare" from a tiny sock in the laundry. Those butterflies come off so quick...and they're such a pain to glue back on.
Guessing that this comes up less for parents of boys than girls, though :-)
I can't help but notice the changes in you over the last several years. I know life hasn't been easy on you lately. You were once so awake and perky, ready for anything that came our way. Always opimistically looking up. I dare say you were even admired a time or two by others. These days, my dear friends, you are looking tired and run down. These two precious children drained all the energy out of you, while you gave them everything you had. (Thank you for that). You have been selfless and giving. I'm not sure if you noticed, as you haven't seemed "up and around", but we are still in the prime of life here. Married and two kids, yes, but there is still lots of life to live. Perhaps you need a little extra support? Is there no way to perk you up? I hope you'll wake up and live life again. It's a little lonely without you.
Be nice! All boobs are good boobs! Just because they're not as they once were, don't mean they're not beautiful.
Classic post! Found you via Blog Explosion.
By warcrygirl, at
3:04 PM
I can promise you (and I have no intent on offending you) that I like your boobs even though I've never seen them....
By Xpinionated, at
3:38 PM
Talk to your Dr. There's some kind of product, I'm not sure exactly how it works, but it's specifically designed to help "heal" over-nursed breasts. It's also used to help after cancer surgeries. I wish I could remember the name ...
-G
By DementedPhotographer, at
5:39 PM
Fun entry! Wait til you are as old as me then yo can worry! came via blogexplosion http://older.blogdrive.com
By 
, at
10:09 AM
I feel your, er, their pain. Similar issues over here. Mine are shrinking away to nothing, alas!
Every Boob...er...boobs has its day! So cheer up and wear a pushup bra!
By , at
2:05 PM
Haha, great site, I feel your pain!
By fairygirl701, at
3:23 PM
I'm with aawk: pre-pregnancy or post-pregnancy, they're all beautiful. I can imagine how strange it must feel to see them change in the way you describe, though.
YEAH!!! This has become my favorite phrase. I log on to Blog Explosion and click away. It has become less about the earning of credits for me, and more about seeing how many of those prized mystery credits I can win! And I'm facinated that I can just rack them up one day, and the next I will hardly get any.
The highest I've hit so far is 25. I don't know what kind of lucky charm or silly dance you have to do to hit 100 - if you've done it let me know!
I've gotten lucky and hit 50...
50's as high as I've hit ... I'm just not that patient.
-G
By DementedPhotographer, at
2:37 PM
I have noticed that sometimes it comes in streaks. I'll blogsurf for a long time and get no mystery credits. Then the other day in one surf session I hit the motherlode. I got a 100, a 25, two 10s, a 5, and four 2s. I went to the page where it lists mystery credit winners and went down the list and marveled over my name in red over and over and over.
Of course, since then I can't seem to BUY a mystery credit, but I'm not complaining. :)
By Shannon Walker, at
2:56 PM
I hit 50 and two 25's does that count?
~Genuine
By , at
3:07 PM
I hit twenty-five when I first started surfing.
Now that I don't surf nearly as much, I seem to be getting more and more.
Marie
http://uniquelyalike.com
By , at
3:10 PM
I surfed for 3 hours the other day and got a total of 11 mystery credits. Surfed through yesterday for 2 hours and got 167 including a 100 and a 50. Lucky me.
I got a couple of 50's and a couple of 25's.
To me, they are just like playing the slots -- very addictive!!
I usually only get 2-5 if I'm lucky. However once I did get 100. No dance required ;)
Yeah, mystery credits seem random.
I signed up for BlogExplosion, obviously, to get more traffic, but I've found I'm using it just to read what other people have to say. This is cool.
am on 12.5 right now.. and growing ever minute..
i've hit 100 twice in a 10 minute frame....and haven't seen anything over 25 since....
By , at
7:31 PM
I am a mystery prize whore....i can't help it. I am addicted to this stuff. My husband thinks i am nuts. BTW i love the open letter to your boobs, it was funny.
I got 100 Mystery Credits yesterday...just made my day! lol
Being the very type A personality, anally retentive person that I am, I really enjoy order in my life. (I don't have any, but I do enjoy it when it happens). Being a SAHM, I realize that order doesn't really come with the job description. I honestly don't understand why, though.
I mean, seriously, why can't a 3 year old see the fun in playing with one toy quietly and orderly, and then putting it neatly away before moving on to another? Why can't she see the absolute luxury of a 3 hour nap, and take advantage of it before the demanding schedule of preschool is upon her?
Why can't a 16 month old see that climbing the furniture to get at every breakable object in the house isn't a productive use of his time? Can't he see that working quietly on a puzzle will really better prepare him for the cold, harsh world?
And while we're on the subject, why can't a grown man find the garbage can two feet away from him when he has trash in his hand? How in the world does a 31 year old misplace his wallet and keys EVERY DAY? Does this make sense to anyone else?
Come on people, let's get it together just a little - for Mommy, okay?
Is there such a thing as order? Order in my house IS chaos. We only have a daughter and how I manage is beyond me. I am that person who loses her keys and cell phone EVERY SINGLE DAY. It annoys me more than it annoys my husband. I want to have a place to put my keys when I walk in the door, but I forget to put it there because the first person I see is my daughter grinning from ear to ear happy to see mommy is home and everything else goes out the window (including my keys - I should look in the bushes).
Goldberry
Silver Linings
By , at
1:03 PM
but ... but ...
You just CAN'T play with only one toy at a time!
and ...
It doesn't look breakable from here!
and ...
I forgot it was there!
goes along with ...
That's not where I thought I put them!
;)
-G
By DementedPhotographer, at
2:41 PM
Sounds like my life...
Amanda
By PetiteMommy, at
8:54 PM
One of my favorite blogs is dooce. (I'm sure she is one of your favorites, too. I think everyone online reads dooce.) I enjoy her not just because she's a great writer, but also because I can relate to her as a mother, and as someone suffering from PPD.
I had to laugh at this because of the Play-Doh fun factory analogy. I have seen this with my own eyes, and it is no exaggeration. If it weren't so horrifying you'd attach the spaghetti dye to their ass and have some fun. (Yikes - I went too far there!)
And incase any of you were wondering, I am a republican, so I guess God punishes us all equally.
(As an aside, I emailed the link to hubby, and we had a good laugh over personal experiences via IM. He then commented to me how sad our life is that every conversation we have is about poop. Poop and politics - that's life!)
Christine, your life sounds like my life - poop, every time I turn around! LOL
By Lisa @ The Plain-Spoken Pen, at
4:24 PM
LOL. Sadly, I don't think it ever changes.
-G
By DementedPhotographer, at
5:16 PM
At least poop and politics provide a plethora of paragraphs!
I read that post too. I totalyy cracked up. My husband and i had the same experience a couple of weeks ago. you can read about it at my site, the post is Puppy or Baby. I think it happens to all of us at least once.
http://rantathome.blogspot.com
came thru on BE
I just realized that my entire life is terribly funny, only it's in that you-had-to-be-there way.
You'll just have to trust me...
Okay - here's the thing. I find my life amusing! Seriously Super Amusing. It's because of me. I amuse myself and sometimes I'm glad I do. Other than looking like a complete psychpathic patient in public, it's what keeps me going. Laughter is SO important in my life.
If you were a fly on my wall at my house, you would realize that people getting hurt, but not to seriously, is hilarious. I ran into an open door today, which is not too abnormal for me. Walls are my biggest victim. I fell out of bed the other day.
My husband won't let it go, but I tried diving into bed several years ago and somehow I jumped over my bed and slammed my head into my Elvis guitar and landed like a whale onto the floor. I still, to this day, can't stop laughing.
Thanks for the smile :o)
Goldberry
Silver Linings
By , at
8:49 PM
Oddly I feel the same way. :)
By The Mistress of the Dark, at
11:23 AM
Funny haha? Or not so funny?
~Genuine
By , at
11:47 AM
When life stops being funny, it's time to make some serious changes. Enjoy the smiles. :)
-G
By DementedPhotographer, at
12:17 PM
Remember in the movie Men In Black, when he opens up the locker at the bus station and it is full of little aliens bowing in worship? I want this. I don't need the whole world to worship me. I don't even want this. But is it too much to ask to just have a little locker full of aliens that would do anything for me; think there is no one better than me? My ego could use the boost now and then.
(My hubby tells me that I do, in fact, have this in my two children. I am their entire world, and in their eyes there is no one better than mommy. Okay, I can maybe accept that this is true, and yet, it's not quite what I had in mind. I mean, who has to clean up the bottoms of their worshipers?)
" I mean, who has to clean up the bottoms of their worshipers?"
Just a normal part of being a MommyGoddess. ;) Enjoy it while it lasts, because one day they'll be yur greatest critics -- only for a little while, but it feels eternal until it's over.
Misti
http://asjackgrows.diaryland.com/
By , at
1:16 PM
(yelling) "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, presenting.....ME..... the horrible dancer!!" Labels: quips
"Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful, and since we've no place to go, let it snow, LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW!
Singing is fine and dandy. But snow? Snow is evil.
Ack! No! Bad!!
~ Stacey
http://canehdien.com/stadancey
By , at
12:18 PM
I'm having trouble with my sister-in-law. She and I have been good friends since before she married my brother 4 years ago. In fact I consider her and my bro to be my best friends. Then suddenly I moved back "home" (where they live) and now things seem to be different. I don't know what happened.
I won't go into too much detail here. I've been over it all in my head a hundred times. She tends to be kind of wrapped up with herself and things going on in her own life. She's pregnant now, and seems to be having a hard time with that. Every time I see her she's down. She can't seem to muster even small pleasantries anymore with me. I feel really hurt and pushed aside. I don't know if I should just give up, or if I should keep trying. I've tried to get together with her for about two months now, but she always cancels on me for one reason or another, and I'm just tired of it.
What is it about a person that makes them so easy to cast aside? What is it about a person that makes them invisable?
I had a similar problem with my brother and his wife. I was so hurt because I depended on their friendship so much. I found out (eventually) that she was dealing with some issues (also pregnancy related) and just didn't have the energy for anything (or anyone) else--it was nothing personal. I gave them a little space and time, and eventually things got better. I hope things work out for you and your sister-in-law too.
By , at
8:28 AM
A new word for you all to add to your personal dictionary. It is actually an acronym for F*%# With It Factor. (Or if you're a mom, like me and watch your language, Fool With It Factor). It's a saying my dear husband uses to describe the ratio of time and effort that goes into an action verses the outcome. Such as "I thought about taking the kids to the mall today to play on the indoor playground and get popcorn at the food court, but the FWIF factor was too high". (Yes, I know that technically that's incorrect. It's like saying PIN number. Get over it.) It can also be used as an adjective: "Changing the batteries in Gabriella's Mega Blocks piano was far too FWIFfy!"
I was going to add something more here, but the FWIF factor is much to much for me at this hour...
Love it! I'm adding it to my vocabulary immediately.
By , at
8:19 AM
FWIF - I love it! I'm the mom of one who has the energy of two, and I think I can find a place for this in my vocabulary. :)
By Lisa @ The Plain-Spoken Pen, at
8:28 AM
I'll be adding this to my vocabulary as well. *nodnod*
I am spendning way too much time reading blogs!! Someone please stop me!
If you're here via Blog Explosion (which I'm sure you are), hello! If you aren't here through Blog Explosion, how in the world did you find me?!?
I'm suffering from the same affliction... It's really getting serious. As a fellow addict though, I don't know if I am in any position to help you recover, good luck though. :)
(Came from Blog Explosion)
Sam
By , at
9:36 PM
Found you via blog explosion too.
I am Miss Chin http://misschin.bloggage.com, and I found you via blog explosion.
By , at
6:50 AM
Hi!!!!!!!!!!
1 guess how I got here
Yes I suffer the addiction to surfing blogs, it's great fun, maybe I should tone down, but it's so much fun. It's 1am here, so bed sounds good at the moment
By Benjamin Solah, at
9:12 AM
There's going to be a BE Anonymous group soon...
I'm going to be different, I came from Rock Star Mommy!
That he can understand every word I mumble to him while brushing my teeth.
I WISH my husband can understand me while I brush my teeth. I seem to always have something to say that cannot wait another 30 seconds!!
Goldberry
Silver Linings
By , at
3:37 PM
Yes, but can you understand him after he has been drinking. THAT is the utlimate test of marriage.
Nice blog. Well written and fun to read.
The kids have unplugged the baby monitor, causing it to BEEP BEEP BEEP in a loud, obnoxious, alarm clock manner, and instead of getting up to fix the horrible noise that is very likely to make your ears bleed at any moment, you just start tapping your foot and try to pretend you're just listening to music.
LOL.
I'm like that only usually the story is I have to pee and I'm in bed.
:)
Sounds like something I'd do. Moms get tired, it's ok!
By Marcia Peterson, at
10:04 PM
LOL!! I can relate, trust me, I can relate!
By Miss Megumi, at
10:27 PM
What percentage of Kix, Cheerios, and raisins I buy actually make it into the kids' mouths, and what percentage are enjoyed by the vacuum! (I'd bet money it leans in the vacuum's favor!)
You are sooooooooo not the only one who has wondered that! lmao
Fortunately, our bunny likes cereal - so not all that lands on the floor goes to waste!
"You are making today horrible!"
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(Someone really should report me to CPS for forcing my daughter to get dressed instead of running around in her underwear all day when it's 45 degrees outside!)
Ciao! My Bella! has extended their offer for a free redesign for Blogger or Moveable Type users to the 31st. Head on over and check them out!
Okay, with smiles like that - you must be the luckiest Mommy in the world!!!! (besides me, of course)
Those children are SO freaking adorable!!!!!
Goldberry
Silver Linings
By , at
2:17 PM
Oh how beautiful!
Go AVS!!!! Stupid Strike......
~Genuine
www.genuineblog.com
By , at
7:02 PM
Yes, I'm a self-proclaimed technology lover, but I'm no tech expert. I'm new to this blogging thing, and I'm having a lot of fun playing with the html (simple stuff). Though I hate that I have the same template as hundreds of others, I'm not skilled enough to make my own, not creative enough to come up with my own, and not financially able to pay someone else to do it for me. This one is kind of fun, and the colors are nice - it will work.
One thing I would love to be able to do is to catagorize my posts. I don't know if that's possible in this little blogger template, and I haven't yet found instructions for doing that - maybe it's not available here. Anyone out there know?
I know at Typepad (where I blog) you can create categories to file your posts under. My husband tried Blogger, so I will send him here to see if he knows!!
Goldberry
Silver Linings
By , at
12:49 PM
I love that Zander-bear likes to lay his head on my bare tummy and snuggle with me. He's such a sweetie! I didn't get a cuddly girl, but my boy loves to cuddle. (sigh)
I feel like a failure as a mother. I always pictured myself as this uber-mom. Homecooked meals and crafty projects and nature walks and kid-friendly trips about town for fun and education. This is who I would love to be...
In reality I am in the midst of an small identity "crisis" and postpartum depression. I have lost interest in pretty much everything. Some mornings the thought of having to get up, shower, get dressed, and then dress the kids and find them something healthy to eat is overwhelming to me. And then I have to feed them again at lunch! It never ends!
I see myself in Gabriella's misbehaviors. Her misbehaviors seem to happen much more frequently lately. I know this is my fault. I don't know how to correct it. When it was just her and I at home all day (before the PPD) I was so patient with her - perhaps too patient at times. Now I have very little. I'm really trying hard, but sometimes I just don't know how to handle her. How can and handle her when I can't handle myself?
Saw that you left a comment on my husband's site (Bombadil's - http://bombadil.typepad.com/bombadils), so I thought I'd stop by. I really enjoyed reading your site and I LOVE the colors here!!
I'll be back soon!!
Goldberry
(http://silverlining.typepad.com/silver_linings)
By , at
6:22 PM
Hang in there. I know it can be tough. I've got three daughters and it was hard enough on me, as the father. And I got to head out to work, interact with other people and didn't have all of the changes going on in my body that comes after you give birth.
By Aldon Hynes, at
7:58 PM
Know what? I don't think it's your fault. And although her behavior reflects on you to an extent, she's also her own person. If there's one thing I've learned as a mother, it's this: We can't make them do ANYTHING. Not one single thing. Much as we'd like them to believe otherwise, we do not have control. All we can do is give them choices, and make one of the choices look a whole lot more attractive than the other ones. But they decide their own behavior.
Good luck. I've been there. I'm actually there right now.
- QC
http://www.quirkychick.org
By , at
5:37 AM
PPD sucks! I am soooo lucky to have gotten two of my three kids as a bonus with my marriage. Two more kids, zero more pregnancies.
Don't worry about your lil one. You'll both be fine. I'm relatively new to your blog, so I'm wondering how old the wee one is, and how severe your PPD is? Are you getting treatment?
As for "making" your sweet little girl behave, the only thing I can say is CONSISTENCY. Make it the same consequences for the same actions EVERY TIME...which can be hard if your moods are swinging. It will be an effort, but it WILL help.
Ok, I can't keep it to one thing. I have to mention the other thing, too. LOL Don't let her see that she has you riled up. Try to use the same tone of voice each time. If she sees that she is getting a reaction out of you, she'll continue misbehaving just to see your reaction.
Chances are, she's noticing that you're not feeling up to par. She's noticing that she has someone else to compete with for your attention, too. Try something simple to help aleviate her fears. With my daughter, I started telling her, "I love being your mommy!" every night before bed, and every afternoon before her nap. It's amazing what an effect it had on her, and it is SO simple to do.
Good luck.
"You don't talk to me that way!!"
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(Yikes!)
When I was a child we would pile up Maple Tree Leaves and then jump into them as if the pile was a gigantic pillow. I wish I had a maple tree now...
@
(I must preface this by letting you know that this is not my original idea - my mother came up with this one, but I'm behind her 100% here)
I think I've found a fantastic invention - one that is sure to make me rich. Of course the idea part of inventing is really the easiest part, isn't it...
I think we should have a volume switch for children. When those sweet little voices screech a tad too much for us, we could simply turn them down. All those bedtime requests for "I need something" (water, potty, flashlight, another story) could be turned down to a very tolerable whisper. You could even watch the humor of your kids fighting over the same toy if you didn't have to hear those ear-piercing screams. We could attatch it to their now useless belly buttons. What do ya think?
I wonder if, while we're at it, we could just turn that knob all the way down to "off", so we could get some extra sleep now and then.
I like the idea of a remote control... fast forward... rewind... pick up the toys... do the dishes... rub mommies feet...
@
I'm all for it! Let me know as soon as they are on the market!
I think that is a wonderful idea, count me in when you start selling them.
I'm a venture capitalist. I know a winning idea when I see one. Can I fund this project in return for equity in your company? :-)
By , at
8:25 AM
My children are stuck on 11.
~Genuine
www.genuineblog.com
By , at
10:10 AM
Better idea. Electric shock dog-training collar.
By Dave Lockjaw Walker, at
7:24 PM
I've always dreamed of having a pause button for me kids--but I'm sure I'd over-use it and it'd take eons for the kids to reach 18.
By , at
7:50 AM
Sounds great. I think this might come in useful for large groups of women and possibly husbands sometimes.
www.shootersstation.blogspot.com
You know on a Saturday night you can invite some friends over and have a few drinks, then when the kids are arguing you can turn the volume all the way down and take turns making up what they are saying.
Bombadils
bombadils@gmail.com
http://bombadil.typepad.com/bombadils/
Finding so many sites on this blogger service I guess I am going to have to get a username.
By , at
6:31 AM
Cool! Using your children as a drinking game! LOL!
"Look Gabriella, it's snowing!"
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"I don't want drop snow! I want real snow!!"
So here I am back from Keystone. Two days ago I was enjoying all four stars of the Keystone Lodge. Today I am lounging in sweats trying to recover from a night of little sleep. I am enjoying my kids - isn't so nice when you are given the opportunity to miss them!
Nestled within this glorious two days was one heavenly hour in which I was actually pampered, as opposed to the constant caring for others that I normally experience. I went to the spa for a body wrap. Now you have to understand here that I have been wanting desperately to go a spa since I was pregnant with Gabriella. (For those of you who are following along, that's four years!) There's always been something to stop me. (A new PDA vs. a spa trip? I generally choose new toys - I just can't help it. All that power right in my hand, that I can carry around with me. A game of Boggle any time, any where - who could resist?)
Anyway, this is quite a build-up for me. I'm reading through the spa brochure while I'm waiting for my appointment, and it's telling me that to maximize the benefits of my experience, it is important to be well-hydrated. Easy enough. I down the bottled water the hotel provided (which followed 2 cups of tea).
Now I'm in the spa, changed into my robe and slippers and awaiting my hour of pampering. (Yes, I used the bathroom before I left. I'm a mom, so I know the importance of using the bathroom before you go anywhere.) I'm lead into a room with soft lights and soft music. I'm left to "lay down on the table face down and cover yourself with this towel as best you can". Have you ever tried to lay face down and cover yourself with a towel? This isn't easy, but I get it done.
In comes Marissa - I'm terrible with names, but I think her name was Marissa. She spends the next 45 minutes exfoliating me, and rubbing scented oils into my skin. (This felt very nice, however I can't help but wish the entire time that I had shaved my legs more recently than 2 days ago!) Then I'm covered with a hot towel and literally wrapped in more towels, and plastic, and then more towels. While I'm steaming I get a face, neck, and scalp massage, and then I'm left to bake relax by myself for about ten minutes. I am really trying my hardest to relax and enjoy this but the entire time I have to pee - badly! How could I have to pee again? I just went! Oh why didn't I pee again when I changed? This really took the fun out of the experience for me.
Lessons learned: While it is important to be well-hydrated, there is such a thing as over-hydrated.
I've sooooo been there before! Except I was spending THREE hours at the spa! Let me tell you, it's VERY difficult to hold it for that long! LOL
I used to have the same fear as your husband. However, after a few massages, that is no longer a fear. It's tough for that to happen when you whole body is completely relaxed.
By , at
11:25 AM
The way Zander-bear squeals in anticipation as I pose my wiggling fingers over his bare tummy during diaper changes.
I arrived home this evening from Keystone. It was gorgeous there! We arrived to crisp mountain air, rustling yellow leaves, and views of Keystone lake and the Rocky Mountains. I want to live there! We had a wonderful balcony view, and very good service. I was even treated to a body wrap at the spa, which I will tell you more about later. We woke up this morning to about 2 inches of fluffy snow, and room service!
Right now it's time to go watch the end of the debate, have some tea, and then go to bed with Keystone dreams in my head. Good night...
Sunshine on my shoulder makes me happy.
Sorry, you reminded me of a John Denver song.
Enjoy the debate.
By , at
1:19 AM
"That's my sorry!" Labels: quips
Later today I will be taking the kids over to my parents, packing up my suitcase, and leaving for the fresh air and majesty of Keystone. Unfortunately there will be no skiing, but rest assured I will enjoy every minute of crisp mountain air, gift shops, restaurants, autumn leaves, sleeping in, reading, and conversation. Hopefully I can come home with my batteries recharged.
Until I return....
"Who do you think the Koala Brothers are going to help today? Will it be Archie? Or Penny? Or even Lolly?"
But it's never "even Lolly", is it? Why not even Lolly?
May what you put out come back to you tenfold.
Amen!
Found your blog via Blog Explosion. Great stuff!
By , at
7:11 AM
"Pardon me father, but could I trouble you to please go away!" Labels: quips
The last 2 weeks have been so busy - I need a break! Andrew has been practicing with the symphony all week long. The performance is tonight, and I'm really looking forward to seeing him play again. It makes me miss playing with a group like that. Maybe I should add praciticing my instruments to the long list of things I'd love to do if I ever had time, which I don't.
This is the week, though, that I finally get to get away for a few days. I'm only tagging along with Andrew, and his boss and his wife on a business trip - they are attending a food show in Keystone. But it's two days and nights away from the kids. No toting diapers and changes of clothes everywhere I go. I can have adult conversation over dinner that doesn't include mac n' cheese and coloring on the placemats! I will enjoy 6 hours in a car with no Wiggles, or Veggie Tales, or Elmo. I'll be able to read, and write, and sleep! Oh the sleep!!
(A conversation Ella had with Andrew over breakfast, in which Andrew was eating Frosted Flakes, knowing that I don't want Ella to have Frosted Flakes"
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"Can I have some of that milk cereal, Daddy?"
"No, it's spicy!"
"No it isn't! I had some of that when we lived in Aurora and it wasn't spicy at all!"
My blog has been published for literally just a few hours, and I can't believe I have had visiters! Honestly, I really wasn't expecting it. So incase anyone else is out there, I had to share this picture....
Oh my god... The baby... :)
By Alan Gurling, at
7:54 AM
I'm here!!!
~Genuine
www.genuineblog.com
By , at
4:13 PM
omg lmao!!
hee hee hee...cute!
So here it is - my first blog. I have actually been resisting this, but ultimately decided that this is what I need. Something to keep me writing regularly and somewhere to vent. I enjoy reading blogs, and I'm amazed at the little groupy followings they attract. (Not that I believe that anyone out there in internet-land will have any interest in mine, to be sure.)
Anyway, a little bit about me. I'm Christine, mommy to Gabriella and Alexander. Wife to Andrew. We live in Wyoming. (Yes, we have paved roads. No, we don't ride horses to work. Yes, there are other people here, but not many. We like it that way.) This is where I was born. I love Wyoming. It's beautiful, and (relatively) untouched. There is fresh air here, and room - lots of room.
My daughter is 3 1/2 - a tough age. Although I get the feeling that any age is a tough age. I really love being a mother, but it's a lot harder than I thought it would be. I'm not the mother I wish I was - I'm working on that. My son is 16 months. My children are the most adorable, most brilliant children in all the world. (Every mother should say that about her kids, but in my case I think it could be true. :)
My husband Andrew is the assistant GM for a new restaurant opening in town. We've been married for 11 years. He's wonderful, too.
I'm "suffering" from post-pardom depression. I thought I had it under control and then recently my hormones surged and I'm dealing with it again. It's not fun, that's all I have to say about it right now.
So here I am internet. I really doubt anyone will stumble across this. If you have, please let me know. I'm not here to be interesting or funny or witty. I'm just here for me.
I stumbled! And having a Blog is very theraputic. Im pregnant with my first right now,and it's wonderful being able to vent somewhere other than my husband. And I know he appreciates it. My blog is becoming more of a scrap book than anything else... but hey, it's mine!
I'll check in from time to time to see how you're doing!!
Welcome to the blogging world - I started out because I wanted to start journalling and I love a keyboard much better than a pencil and notebook. I decided to put it on the 'net so that my family and friends from afar could keep track of my comings and goings. I'm amazed, too, when others take the time to stop by and drop a line. Enjoy! (loved the pic of your little guy in the toilet :-)
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Church of Steelle
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Dooce
Everything in its Right Place
Ex Scientia, Veritas
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Ficken Chingers
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Garnet's Breathing Room
Genuine
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Golly Blog Howdy!
Goss
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Heart-Shaped Box
Heather-Anne
Honestyrain
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I am the Goober Queen
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Just Add Water
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Ladybuggin
Last Girl on Earth
Like Sands Through The Hourglass
Lime
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Muppetous
My Insanity Written in a Blog
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One Child Left Behind
One to the Nth Power
Out in the Open
Over The Road
A Peek Into My Insanity
Petroville
Posted Note
Prochein Amy
Purple Elephant's Corner
Psychobabble
Ramblings of a SAHM
Resplendently Pedestrian
Rocks and Garbage
Rockstar Mommy
SBFH
Scheiss Weekly
The Science of Selling Yourself Short
Shooters Station
Short and Sweet
Sigmund, Carl and Alfred
Silver Linings
Simply Shylah
Sleeping Mommy
The Sound of Muzik
Stand By Your Statue
Stolidoli
Suburban Bliss
Sugar Mommy
Terri~Torial
This Full House
Three Kid Circus
Tidbits, Thingamajigs, and Watchamacallits
A Trip Down the Not-So-Long Road to Crazyville
True Blue 4ever
A True Jersey Girl
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Where One Day Runs into Another...
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1. I was born in Wyoming
2. I've lived in 6 different states, 1o 11 different cities, and have moved 13 15 times.
3. I've lived on both coasts.
4. Besides Wyoming, Seattle was my favorite.
5. Wyoming is where I want to be.
6. I married my high school sweetheart.
7. I was 18 at the time.
8. He is still my best friend.
9. I would do it again.
10. I wouldn't recommend marriage to anyone that young.
11. I have two children - a boy and a girl. (Not in that order.)
12. I want one more.
13. I love being a Stay At Home Mom.
14. It's the hardest job I've ever had.
15. I believe it to be the most important job there is.
16. I graduated from the same high school as Vice President Cheney.
17. I was always a good student.
18. I attended 3 different colleges.
19. I started college as a journalism major.
20. I made money going to school my first year of college due to my scholarships.
21. I used the money to buy my first computer.
22. I was a member of Phi Theta Kappa at my second college.
23. I graduated from the University of North Florida.
24. I got a BA in Psychology, with a minor in Sociology.
25. It was good training for motherhood.
26. My husband was in the submarine service of the Navy for over 6 years.
27. I've very proud of him.
28. I'm very glad he's not anymore.
29. I'm a Titanic nut - I have over 60 books about the disaster.
30. My "obsession" began before the movie came out.
31. I cross-stitch, but not lately.
32. I enjoy genealogy.
33. My ancestors come from England, Norway, Germany, and Scotland.
34. My mother's father's side has been traced back to the 1620.
35. I have watched Days of Our Lives since I was in jr. high school.
36. I've tried to stop, but always get sucked back in. UPDATE I stopped. Without trying or planning, I just spontaneously stopped one day last summer. I haven't watched since then.
37. I have skied (alpine, not Nordic) since I was 5 years old.
38. I have played the piano that long, too.
39. I wanted to quit piano lessons all through my teenaged years.
40. My mom wouldn't let me.
41. I'm thankful now that she didn't.
42. I also played the flute for 5 years.
43. My favorite color is yellow.
44. I love Christmas!
45. I love to read.
46. I hate rudeness.
47. I think customer service is the most overlooked, and most important, part of business.
48. I drive a mini van.
49. I like it, but I miss my SUV.
50. I have traveled to Europe once, when I was pregnant with my son.
51. I loved it there, and would like to go back.
52. And maybe take my children with me this time.
53. I am usually cold.
54. It drives my husband crazy.
55. I am quiet, shy, and insecure.
56. It comes off as snobby sometimes.
57. I love to shop.
58. I can cook, but usually don't.
59. I have one brother.
60. He is one of my best friends.
61. So is his wife.
62. Eddie Izzard is my favorite comedian.
63. I can't sing.
64. But I love to crank the music up and sing along.
65. I have to crank the music up so I can't hear my voice.
66. I had stitches in my forehead 3 times before the age of 5.
67. Don't ask.
68. I've never broken a bone.
69. I've never done drugs.
70. I've never smoked - ever.
71. I have two one dogs - a Chow Chows.
72. I like to put sugar on my cottage cheese.
73. This stems from childhood, when my mother would put colored sprinkles on our cottage cheese to get us to eat it.
74. It worked.
75. I'm a night owl.
76. I'm lazy.
77. I commuted an hour each way for two years to finish college.
78. I'm afraid of spiders.
79. I like catalogs, even though I rarely shop through them.
80. I have postpartum depression.
81. I take medication for it.
82. I'm feeling pretty good.
83. I'm making this list as a way of procrastinating cleaning my house.
84. I love hot tea.
85. I also love sweets.
86. Pastries are my favorites. (They go so well with the tea!)
87. I hate snoring.
88. My husband snores.
89. I can't spell.
90. Seriously, I can't spell.
91. My favorite number is 8.
92. That, you can ask about if you like, although you'll think it's a sappy story.
93. I'm a little clumsy.
94. I love purses, tote bags, diaper bags - I don't know why.
95. My first real job was working in a video store.
96. I love to get email!
97. My first date with my husband was a movie (King Ralph), and then we shared a hot fudge brownie sundae. He took me home an hour early, because my watch was wrong.
98. I was 16. He was 17.
99. I remember that night, and the way he held my hand, like it was yesterday.
100. We still hold hands a lot.
101. My 6 7 year old has a better social life than I do.
102. I hate the wind.
103. Wyoming is very windy.
104. I love to camp.
105. I used to think that the only way to camp was in a tent on the ground.
106. Now I'm all for a nice travel trailer!
107. I hurt my tailbone giving birth to my son.
108. My husband says that proves he's a pain in the ass.
109. He's actually not. Well, not always.
110. I studied journalism under a former American hostage, who was held in Lebanon for 5 years.
111. I once changed the oil in my car all by myself.
112. Just once.
113. I like to play word games, like Boggle.
114. I'm not competitive.
115. I do like to play games, though. Like Phase 10, and Killer Bunnies.
UPDATED Aug. 22, 2008
116. I still have PPD
117. I don't take medication for it anymore.
118. Now I exercise to keep it at bay.
119. It works, but I have to be diligent.
120. I *love* my home.
121. I believe family is the most important thing in the world. Followed closely by friends.
122. I feel strongly about being involved in my children's education.
123. I did my first half marathon this summer, and finished second! (In my age and race catagories.)
124. I'm a conservative.
125. I love to write.
126. I don't do it often.
127. I love technology.
128. I take things personally, even when I know I shouldn't
I married my high school sweetheart too. Like you, I wouldn't recommend anyone get married as young as we did (19 and 20) but it worked very well for us.
~Brad
http://almostlucid.com
By , at
7:27 AM
97 to 100 are too cute.
By , at
4:31 PM